Sairan didn’t seem happy at the words that he was chosen.

Hwee-Jun was merely making a stab in the dark, but he was right. There were five chosen ones in the Black-Scaled Lizardmen Tribe. Lakrak, Zaol, Yur, Owen, and the star catcher. No one knew why, but until now, they had been the only ones receiving God’s special grace. So the fact that Sairan was chosen meant…

“Did someone die?”

Pzzt’s light dimmed instead of flashing while replying to Sairan.

The star catcher.

Sairan closed his eyes for a moment and showed his condolences by mumbling to himself. In the meantime, Hwee-Jun’s soldiers seemed confused and hesitant to approach Pzzt since they had never seen anything like it. Nothing changed even when Hwee-Jun told them to go ahead from behind them.

“You damn cowards. Bring a bow and arrow. Where are the archers?”

Pzzt looked back at Hwee-Jun and the soldiers.

There are annoying things here. And that human woman over there…

“Yes?”

…No, nevermind. I can’t do anything about them because I am only here to carry out God’s will. 

“I’ll deal with them myself. But Pzzt, why me?” asked Sairan.

God chose you Himself, so I don’t really know the reason. But you probably...