Sacred Light Baptism!

Beast couldn't believe his eyes. A superior Devil brought a Goblin to let him test the Power of Sacred Light?

Was he being fooled?

Since when could the Power of Sacred Light be discussed in such grandiose? And with that many creatures? How many creatures were there? Hundreds to thousands?

Beast was nervous. He thought Sherlock was fooling him. He was tricked once during the Ancient Ruins incident. He thought his belief in Sacred Light would be secret, but Sherlock got to know this, and even his father-in-law knew about it.

A Goblin dashed forward and said to Beast devoutly, "Ah! Senior Beast! I'm willing to accept your Baptism! The Sacred Light Baptism!"

The creatures at the side started shouting.

"Gosh! It's preposterous and stinky!"

"This Dungeon stinks! I don't wish to stay any longer!"

"Wah, with this kind of a name, how can I be a Sacred Knight?"

"It's Grand Priest."

"Can I use red tea?"