With no clue where I was, what I was supposed to do, or how to leave, I decided to follow them. Wandering alone in an unknown world didn't seem like the best option.
After a while, the silence started to feel awkward, so I decided to speak.
"Since I'm stuck here, mind telling me who you are guys?"
The man in heavy armor, leading the group with his large sword, answered without turning back. "We are from the Kingdom of Armenia, tasked with retrieving mana crystals from the depths of this dungeon."
"…I see," I replied. Not exactly what I asked, but okay.
The girl in the white robe—who I assumed was a priest—chuckled. "He's not very talkative, huh? Well, let me start. I'm Lily Reeve, from the church. I work directly under the Great Oracle Saya."
Following her lead, the elf with the bow spoke up. "Silver Radon. Archer from the Radon clan."
Then the girl with the oversized staff introduced herself as well. "Emma Reed, the mage of this group." She gestured toward the armored man. "And this guy, who barely talks, is Ramon Feld—the Hero of the Kingdom of Armenia."
A hero?
Now that I thought about it, his shining armor and massive sword did seem overly dramatic. Was it some kind of legendary holy weapon like in fantasy stories?
Lily tilted her head and looked at me curiously. "And what about you? Your clothes look different, and that glowing glass slab you had—where exactly are you from?"
"Ah. I'm Alve Westberg," I replied. "And that thing I had earlier? It's called a smartphone. We use it to talk to people in different places."
Now that I think about it, my phone is useless here. I should probably just turn it off to save battery.
Emma seemed intrigued. "So it's like a magic communication orb? I wonder how advanced your world's magic is!"
…Wait. That's not right.
"Actually, there's no magic in my world. And I can't use any either," I corrected.
The entire group froze mid-step and turned to look at me. Even the so-called hero reacted.
"Wait, what?"
I blinked. "Yeah. My phone wasn't using magic."
Ramon sighed and muttered, "So we ended up summoning an innocent kid into a dangerous dungeon. Great. We need to rethink our strategy."
"Okay," I said flatly.
At 15, maybe I was technically in danger, but I wasn't too worried. If anything, I'd describe myself as someone too indifferent to care.
"Don't worry," I added. "If things get bad, just ignore me. I'll stay out of your way."
Emma shook her head. "We wouldn't ask a kid to fight."
Is this what it meant to be an adult?
Well… what I actually meant was that they didn't need to worry about me, but I guess this worked too.