Argio was not a name.
『Ar』
Cruel.
『Gio』
Beast.
“They call me a monster, do they not?”
It meant “cruel beast.”
“Evil Gods exist in a great many Dungeons.”
Inside a Dungeon steeped in the character of a primitive religion, Sun Church priest Kang Seodam explained.
“They vastly outnumber traditional gods, who value peace and mercy. Does any brother know why?”
“Because, unlike traditional gods, Evil Gods can easily be created through artificial means.”
“That was a good answer, Sister Iruda.”
Tap.
Setting his wand down on the mossy marble floor, Kang Seodam said,
“It is not difficult to make a white garment stained with black paint even blacker. You can rub it with charcoal, trample it with filthy shoes, or put it in a mud pit. But from the moment black paint stains a white garment, it can no longer be called a ‘white garment.’”
The corpses of Monsters were burning all around Kang Seodam and the novice priests.
“It is far easier to turn a garment black than to keep it white. It is far easier to fall than to preserve noble Mystery. That is because there are more ways to become filthy than there are ways to remain pure.”
When the Monsters’ corpses had been reduced entirely to ash, Kang Seodam…