The Deity in the Cave

"We believe Your Lordship is our Guardian Deity!" A girl in her late teens said in part hurry part excitement.

Before her was a man in his early twenties, sporting reddish-brown hair that resembled spikes of iron that was in the process of melting. His body was somewhat lean but it had a sickly feel to it as if he were a poisoned blade.

'Guardian Deity…huh?' The man thought as he stared at the girl, for a moment unleashing a tinge of killing intent that somewhat terrified her, causing her to be on alert as he spoke, "I don't like to converse in riddles. Whatever you are thinking of, lay it out bare before me."

"Leave nothing aside, including the most insignificant of details."