Iruda was already a priest chosen by a god.
She had received divine grace from birth. Quite a few gods coveted Iruda’s vessel, and among them, she chose the gentlest god—the one with whom she could communicate most easily—and formed a contract. In other words, she was an experienced hand.
Among the novice priests of this cohort, there was probably no one who understood the presence of a god better than Iruda.
“…….”
To Iruda’s eyes, therefore, Cha Yisol’s drawing held something eerie.
‘Could it be an Evil God’s…?’
She thought privately.
‘I have never heard anything about Black Cloak possessing Divinity.’
Was it not an ordinary Monster?
Iruda had heard the rumors about Black Cloak as well. A Humanoid Monster shrouded from head to toe in a black cloak, it was said to paint Dungeons worthy of being called ‘Works’ and drag wicked people into them.
‘I did once find it strange that the damage was so limited for a Monster.’
Citizens had clamored about whether ‘a new native Monster was emerging,’ but even a little thought made it obvious that the idea was absurd. Had the native Monsters currently on Earth not undergone a thirty-two-year process of acclimatization?
By contrast, Black Cloak had been established on Earth for only a short time and had caused few human casualties. A Monster incapable of restraining its hatred of humanity could not behave that way.
For that reason, Iruda’s parents had once said it was possible the being was not a Monster at all.
‘They said it was a method…