The Millennial Priestess

"So, she is the priestess you told me about."

Flash rubbed his chin and looked between the priestess and Iwan.

"Too different."

He grinned while looking at Iwan with mischief in his eyes. The bare Iwan had a personality that clashed with that of the priestess, but this was also why Flash had taken a liking to him.

'Even my son has already invited Iwan to his domain.'

Flash thought while staring hard at Iwan. There was nothing that was hidden from him. He was the ultimate ruler of Olympia. Thus, the meeting of Iwan and Blaze was already known by Flash.

Iwan could feel a thundering gaze, but he couldn't move his eyes away from the woman for some reason.

"She is indeed the one who carries the will of our first."

Inas couldn't hide the overflowing respect that seemed to be seeping from the depth of his eyes as he remembered the First Light of Nothingness that the priestess was connected to.

"The First Light!"

Flash gasped and showed a wide smile as his eyes trembled and sweat beads formed on his forehead.

"Since you have already greeted us, it's time for me to introduce my apostle."

Inas said as he looked at the priestess and Iwan and slowly got down from his chair just like a child would.

But, when his feet touched the ground, Inas completely vanished from everyone's sight.

'Where did he go?'

Iwan was finally struck with something shocking that allowed him to move his sight away from the charming beauty.

"This is Iwan, my 1069th apostle and the one you will be guiding."

Inas appeared a foot behind Iwan.

He poked Iwan's waist with his index, and a golden black garment covered him.

The priestess nodded her head and finally turned around.

"Ba-dump!"

Iwan held his chest tightly as a pair of dark eyes that scared even his soul shitless locked on his whole existence.

He didn't even have the time to thank Inas for the comfy clothes.

The priestess had the eyes of a ferocious beast. A beast that was eyeing her prey. Iwan could feel the same life-threatening pressure that he had felt when he was getting tortured by the old bastard of the Ice Raven Sect.

He lowered his eyes unconditionally, and finally, Iwan broke off the eye contact.

'Just a glance at those eyes was enough to make me tremble.'

Iwan thought while slowly raising his eyes just enough not to match the eyes of the priestess.

A white veil was sticking close to her face, and from the neck downwards, she had a thin red cloth that covered her.

"So, this is the pervert."

The priestess mumbled lightly, but she was just loud enough to reach ears of Iwan.

'Did she call me a pervert? This bi-'

"Ahem."

Before Iwan could think of anything terrible, Inas interrupted with a slight 'hum' that shook the hall.

"Since she will be helping you from now on, why don't I tell you something about her."

Inas appeared back on his chair and looked at Iwan.

The worried look on his face was enough to calm down the boiling Iwan.

"That red screen that you have been seeing was the power of the priestess, and she is also the one who had attached the thousands of small worlds to Earth. The second savior of Martial Society. The millennial priestess."

"The Millennial Priestess?"

"Yes, just like her name, she is a thousand years old beauty."

Inas told Iwan with a smile.

"A thousand-year-old beauty? More like an old hag. How could a thousand-year-old woman look like THIS? You are lying!"

Iwan was shocked that he mixed his speech with his thought and blurted out words that had even angered the priestess.

"A God is lying?"

The priestess turned to Iwan and gave him a murderous gaze.

But, Inas only laughed and looked at the priestess as he waved his hand.

"The older a human gets, the more appreciation, and favor he would get from the Gods.

Since their tales will be longer than others, and if they had an exciting life, a life stunning enough to entertain even the greatest of the Gods, such humans would ascend to the next level with a noble title.

'The Hero of Nothingness.'

Just like that, around nine hundred years ago, there was an old priestess who guided the warriors of martial society.

To the Gods, she was already one of the chosen heroes, but something happened that year, leading to the birth of the priestess of the first light.

She became the first human who could grab the attention of the strongest God, The First Light.

Her guidance allowed her to become the sole hero of the martial society. Her tale had already reached an unparalleled height, but her last act in her old age caused the First Light to move."

Inas looked at the priestess and smiled.

This was the origin of the Priestess of Light.

Even he had enjoyed her tale just like the other gods.

The only reason he told Iwan about the priestess's past was so that he could show some change.

Inas looked at Iwan and found his apostle picking his nose in the presence of two Gods.

"Iwan."

Inas said while tilting forward from his chair.

"I see. So, she is also cosplaying as a beauty."

Iwan has a finger up his nose because that was the only way he could calm his burning heart.

"The old man of the Ice Raven Sect had also fooled me with the looks of a maiden, and now this."

"I ask you, will she be helping me? Or, is she also here to torture me?"

"What am I even supposed to do that would require her help?"

Iwan finally exploded as he looked at Inas and the priestess.

He couldn't care less about how the old woman had saved the martial society or if she had been stealing fruits from some vendor.

'She is also from the damn martial society.'

The whole past of the priestess confirmed that she was indeed an old hag and that only made the things worse.

Seeing the mental destruction of Iwan, Inas looked at the priestess first.