At the temple of Night Sky in Orazen.

The greatest priest of the religious order was the king of Black Scale, but a king who wasn’t the direct heir couldn’t become the chosen one, so it was simply considered a nominal title. Nevertheless, the monarchy of Black Scale was closely intertwined with the religious order, and there was no notable conflict between the two.

‘That’s surely because of the chosen ones.’

Shune Lak Orazen thought to himself as he walked along the corridors of the temple.

The chosen ones. Among Night Sky’s followers, those with particularly strong faith and were deemed worthy would receive Night Sky’s power—the power of Lightning.

When spring came, Lightning was used on the farmlands around Orazen for good harvest, and the demonstration of said power attracted not only the faithful citizens of Black Scale from rural areas, but also travelers and foreign merchants who didn’t even believe in Night Sky. The priests knew it as a simple event to showcase the power and authority of their god, while the citizens of Orazen did not know the mechanism at play.

When the land was struck with lightning, nitrogen entered the soil and made it more fertile, thus facilitating farming. As a result, there...