“Before that, there’s one thing that I would like to ask you. Do you perhaps know who we are?”

“I don’t. Is there a need for me to know a mere human’s identity?” Why would she learn more about those who would just be slaves? Ru Amuh looked at the captives, and some people nodded in confirmation.

“Why did you exchange looks with them?”

“I apologize. But first of all, it only seems right for me to introduce myself.”

“That should explain the look you just exchanged.”

“Yes. In short, I am a great warrior of a secret denomination.”

“…A great warrior of a secret denomination?” Vepar looked curious. “You are having a good start. All right. Go on, tell me what the doctrine of your denomination is.”

“Sorry?”

“Doctrine. I’m sure a denomination will have a doctrine.”

This was unexpected. He was sure that she would ask about what the denomination was rather than its doctrine.

‘No way…was Vepar already aware of the god that was buried here?’ That would explain the intention behind the demons’ camping grounds. But Ru Amuh couldn’t be sure of it yet, and he couldn’t return like this. He needed to achieve as much as possible, including, of course, getting more information.

“Why are you hesitating? If you are a great warrior of said denomination, there’s no way you wouldn’t know, unless you made it up.” Ru Amuh looked up at Vepar. While it would be normal for him to not be able to answer despite the identity he had made up, Ru Amuh was the epitome of hard work and a perfectionist in everything he did.

Before he revealed his fake identity to Vepar, he had made sure that she didn’t know who the eighth recruits were; and before coming...