Libra looked down at the masked people laying prostrate in front of him. "Huhuhuhu. It's not bad to see these heathens who believe in the Goddess prostrate themselves in front of me.”

The masked people shouted together in emotionless voices, "Everything is as he wishes." However, their shouts weren’t in perfect unison.

"Hmm, as expected, it's not perfect, since they’re pieces to be thrown away after one use. They’re different from you, Shaman,” Libra called out to Vibrio.

Vibrio slightly bowed her head. "It's an honor."

Libra sighed, letting her dull voice pass through one ear and out the other, thinking, Was it too much to compare a shaman who has worked hard for more than two years with those meant to be abandoned?

The masked people, who were to be used for a moment then discarded had distinct advantages and disadvantages compared to Vibrio, who had been brainwashed for a long time.

The masked people were passive and moved unnaturally, and after they were done being used, their minds would be broken. However, it had been easy and fast to brainwash them, and surprisingly, that control didn’t seem easy to break.

On the other...