Priestess

Today was the first time such a loud laughing sound echoed from the castle of Zeus.

The trios laugh reached the ends of every region in Olympus's domains.

The hysterical laugh continued as Inas, Flash, and even Iwan didn't want to lose out.

"SILENCE!"

Inas suddenly stopped and shouted at the two.

Realizing how he, the sixth light of nothingness, wasted his time while laughing hysterically after fooling his apostle, Inas felt ashamed.

He shook his head, and his golden hair danced around his shoulder beautifully.

Such an admiring sight pushed Iwan to throw up, but he controlled his desire very closely.

"Since I have told you everything, it's time you know about your responsibility as my apostle."

Inas looked at Iwan and told him while looking around curiously.

It was like he was trying to find someone.

"Where is she? Without her, I can't continue."

Inas mumbled around as he looked for someone in the hall even though even Iwan knew that, except him, only Zeus and Inas were in the hall.

'Who is he looking for? I hope it's a real girl this time. Hehehe...'

Iwan thought with a sly grin on his face.

Unfortunately for him, his wishful thought was disturbed by his formidable enemy.

( Apostle Of Sixth Light, You Are A Fricking Pervert! )

"Thud."

The sudden appearance of the screen caused Iwan to fall from the old but majestic chair.

Iwan fell head first on the floor.

Rather than the impact of this fall, something else had left him shocked.

Iwan raised his head and touched the place on the floor where his head had hit.

The spot was still shiny, and Iwan could see the reflection of his bewildered face right there.

'There is no crack in it. Flash must have used some good material to make this floor.'

While nodding his head and giving an appreciating glance towards Flash, Iwan got up and sneered at the red screen.

He lightly rubbed his head and almost threw a lightning-fast straight at the screen.

"This bastard of a bloody screen."

Inas was outraged.

He may have been some talentless random, but now he was not a nobody like before.

But, even now, the words on the screen were overflowing with disdain towards him.

Iwan could even feel the taunting tone that the screen had thrown towards his newly acquired title of an apostle.

"You! Today, it's either you or me."

Iwan was almost ready to pick up his chair and throw it right at the red screen while Flash enjoyed the little exchange between the screen and Iwan.

On the chair in front of them, Inas sat there with a peculiar look. Unlike before, he looked like he didn't have enough time to enjoy Iwan's suffering anymore.

Even he, the sixth light of nothingness, one of the ruling Gods of nothingness, had never seen such a display before. Inas was confused as he stared at Iwan and the screen, which was now between them.

"Oh Priestess of First Light, you are finally here."

Inas was sitting on the throne while holding his chin up with the back of his hand like a king.

'Who is he talking to?'

'Don't tell me; he has already changed my gen... oh, it's still there.'

Iwan looked down, and as stark naked as he was, his little brother was still down there.

Realizing that he could directly confirm the presence of his family treasure, Iwan was hit by another burdensome realization.

'I am still not wearing anything.'

Black lines appeared on his face, and he could only shy away like a silly girl who had just hit puberty.

After going through everything that could have made the situation worse, Iwan looked around.

'I still don't know what he meant by 'priestess of first light,' but at least other than me, the others also look like men.'

He wasn't sure of anything anymore, but the side of his lips curved as being naked in front of two gods wasn't something to shy away from. Especially with the kind of muscles, he was carrying.

Grinning over his achievement, Iwan looked past the silhouette of the bloody screen, and his sight fell on the boy with golden hair.

'At least there aren't any women here.'

Iwan laughed just then; the red screen morphed.

With a shocking gaze, Iwan could only look at the transforming screen.

A woman covered with a light red colored garment appeared between him and Inas.

Right at the place where the screen was, the screen had literally transformed into a woman.

Even though Iwan could only see the back of this stranger, he was bewitched by her presence.

Not to mention the thicc stuff, he was already in love with the scent that she carried.

As if the hall had been washed by a wave of forest honey mixed with dusted musk.

'This screen, no-no, this woman must be the personal magician of Pharoah.'

Since the first meeting, Iwan had been cursing the screen, seeing it as a nemesis and the reason behind his painful misfortunes.

The expression on his face clearly showed that Iwan was caught off guard b the sudden appearance of this woman.

Iwan raised his head backward while pulling as much air as he could from his nose just to feed the scent of the woman before him to his hungry mind.

With a smile, he looked back at the woman.

'The screen wasn't my misfortune; rather, it carried my miss fortune.'

Iwan grinned while crossing his legs to hide his jewels.

The red screen he had been cursing since the first meeting in the wrecking yard was now standing before Inas in a woman's body.

The red screen had indeed been a blessing in disguise.

'But, why is she standing before Inas and not me?'

Iwan was a little disappointed but also excited to see who the lady was and what she looked like.

"I humbly present myself to the Sixth Light that illuminates even the Nothingness!"

"I greet the King of Olympian Gods!"

The woman politely bowed her head towards Inas and Flash. Her every word and movement carried a mountain of elegance that even the two Gods couldn't ignore.

Inas and Flash smiled as the woman showed flawless behavior from the start, unlike someone.