The Foresight Scroll

Looking at the roaring Iwan, Inas shook his head and looked at the priestess.

'He still has a long way to go, but I hope this won't affect them later.'

Inas wasn't worried for some reason.

Among the countless exciting tales of humans, there were many tales that had a pair of heroes.

The successful pairs were always those that had started on bad terms

Those who started on good terms had always separated in the middle, while the ones who were fighting from the start successfully became the pair that saved their World.

He was one of the sights of nothingness, but even then, he still had his worries.

"I am fine."

The priestess shook her head.

She was also a human, and keeping the taunts aside; she had also witnessed the torture brought upon Iwan by a person who belonged to the martial society,

The same martial society that she belonged to.

"I have seen how the Crimson Raven had tortured you. I even know how much you hate the martial society for rejecting you."

The priestess walked toward Iwan, and with each step, her word became louder and louder.

"Since you already know, then know this too. Work with you...Over my dead body."

Iwan announced in the presence of the two Gods.

His hate towards the martial society was leading him on.

But, sadly, all of his hate had found a point of eruption, which was the priestess who was currently walking towards Iwan.

"That won't happen."

The priestess chuckled, and her sound could have left thousands of men drooling, but Iwan completely ignored the melodious laugh.

"Your friend is also a part of the martial society."

"Ba-Dump."

Instantly a figure appeared in Iwan's mind. It was a hairy creature that looked cute only from afar.

"Old Pudin."

Iwan couldn't stop his eyes from trembling. His eyebrows were almost locked together. Iwan was just a poke away from erupting and throwing a lightning-fast jab at the priestess.

"Are you telling me you will harm him if I don't help you?"

Iwan also took a step forward and stood in front of the priestess.

He lowered his body and looked right into her dark black eyes, scaring him just a moment ago.

'Did I overestimate the priestess?'

Flash had a confused expression as he witnessed the priestess digging the grave of her and Iwan's partnership.

'He should interfere before things take a turn for the worse between them.'

Flash thought, but then he turned towards the sixth light, Inas.

Inas was sitting on his chair with a wide smile as though there was no doubt that things were proceeding just as he had wished.

'Hah.'

Flash realized that he was worrying for nothing and decided to silently wait for things to unfold between Iwan and the millennial priestess.

"I won't have to do anything to your friend or to your World since everything will be done by the inhabitants of the Dark World once they attack the Earth."

"After the successful attack on the martial society, the devils will definitely attack more Worlds at a time."

"Just like the martial society, the other Worlds will be destroyed. Wherever the spawns of Devils step foot, death follows."

The millennial priestess said with a confident tone. It was the obvious future if nothing was done.

Iwan was pushed into a never-ending state of silence. He had no way to refute her words.

Inas had already shown how the World where the martial society once ruled was destroyed.

"You are the apostle of the Sixth Light, and it's your job to save those Worlds that will soon descent into war with the demons of the dark worlds."

"Only then will your friend stay safe from DEATH."

The priestess poked Iwan's chest with her index finger.

"but, without my powers, you will never be able to save your friend or any of the Worlds."

The eyes of the priestess curved like a beautiful half moon. It was clear that she had already won, and her eyes showed that.

'She is grinning.'

Though the veil covered her mouth, Iwan knew that there was a big enough smile behind the veil that even he would get lost in there.

Iwan knew the priestess was having the time of her life as she cornered him. But he couldn't even push away the sharp finger that was slowly moving towards his heart like a dagger.

Iwan ignored all the presence around him and turned towards Inas.

He was here because of Inas.

'Everything started with him. I am his apostle.'

Iwan knew that no matter what the priestess said, he would only be doing what Inas would tell him to.

Inas could read Iwan's thoughts and knew what he was asking.

Inas simply nodded his head.

This simple action removed all of Iwan's doubts about the veracity of the words that had come out from the mouth of the millennial priestess.

"So, it's already decided..."

Iwan mumbled and then looked at the priestess with squinted eyes.

"You got over it rather quickly."

The priestess commented after the small exchange between Iwan and Inas ended rather quickly.

Iwan stayed silent.

Any kind of slavery didn't matter to him if he could save Old Pudin.

For Iwan, none of his sacrifices was greater than his friend's life.

Iwan's expression turned into a peaceful one. He wasn't angry anymore. Of course, the hatred for the martial society was still there, but he wasn't taking it out on the priestess anymore.

The priestess found a resolute on Iwan's face and showed a sincere smile.

"You are worthy!"

The index finger that the priestess was poking Iwan's chest was moved forward with force.

"Ack!"

Iwan cried as he felt the sudden pain in his chest.

As the priestess pulled back her hand, a drop of Iwan's blood was pulled out from his chest.

The blood drop floated half an inch above the tip of her index finger.

Iwan took a few steps back and glared at the priestess.

'Why do I always get the dangerous beauties?'

Iwan cursed his luck, but there was no movement from the two Gods he hoped would step in to help him.

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Two red screens appeared in front of Iwan, each carrying a different dialogue that he was shocked to learn.

"What ownership?"

Iwan said while looking at the priestess.