Chapter 5: No one knows better than him

Chapter 5: No one knows better than him

The streets of Beland were pitch black, and the nightly downpour showed no sign of stopping. Aina turned onto another street, passing through a dark alley. A dozen people in black walked out without warning. She was startled, then she noticed these people were led by a high priest of the Order.

The old man had a chilling aura in the rain, sending a chill through her bare skin.

"Come here"He first led Aina through the alley and stared intently at the object in her hand, the wrinkles on his face stretched out."A gift from the gods! It has been a long time, hundreds of years since the last one."

This 'cup' belonged to the Lord of Ashes, who gives his own food as a reward for the devout. According to ancient legends, burning blood was an extinct element in the world. When the Lord of Ashes lived here, it had been his food, and it had powers that were beyond human comprehension.

Aina was still afraid, but she immediately held up the divine object like a treasure and said expectantly, "High priest..."

The high priest stared at the little girl, somewhat surprised that she had not fallen into madness, and ran away, and at the same time annoyed at her recklessness.

Beland is the capital of Nolan, where the Bureau of Devil Defense headquarters is located. There were still investigators patrolling at night during the heavy rain. And if they come across them, the divine object that has been scarce for hundreds of years will be lost.'What a stupid little thing.'

The high priest looked at the little girl sharply, his cloudy eyes like a hook, but he did not blame her, "Don't be afraid, tell me what happened?"

Aina nodded, and she excitedly told him what she had seen and heard about the arrival of the Lord of Ashes, his oracle and gift. The high priest felt incredible, listening to the little girl's story.

The 'oracles' she said were probably made up by her. After all, the Lord of Ashes is a powerful existence that is difficult for humans to understand and has nothing to do with good and evil. It was impossible to pay special attention to a specific person.

Like how- humans would not single out an ant and order other ants to protect it.The senior priest knew the 'cause and effect' of her thought. The motive was simple. She wants to survive and improve her status in the Order.

'It is really a little thing with a lot of thought.'

Aina puts her hands around her chest, her little head tilted up in confusion, her burgundy pupils like shining gems.

'What is going to happen to me in the future?'She was not entirely aware of her future, but she still had little expectation of hoping to live in the outside world. She had contributed to the Order.

'I want to grow up.'

A little joy sprouted from the bottom of her heart. She thanked the Lord of Ashes from the bottom of her heart for giving her the opportunity to change her life.

The senior priest pondered slightly, staring at the coffee cup-shaped container in his hand. "What should I do with the divine object? It is a sacred relic."

It was a precious sacred artifact. It must be hidden and passed down from generation to generation as the noblest relic of the sect so that the strongest fighters and their descendants can guard it forever.