in the forest... somewhere.

"where have i gone now?", the first thing that comes to mind when you are a slave is 'i need to escape! what direction doesent matter', but now, being hopelessly lost in the black forest on the run from one of the largest cults in history, isnt what i had hoped for. can't rest, can't eat, always on the run, its hard being a lv. 302 in a zone designated as a class X monster's nest, that pops out a lv. 5,000 monster at minimum every few minutes.

"《status》"

name thirteen race [high] human age 23 class bishop stats

hp: 407/2500

mp: 3/1000

str 529

agi 306

dex 402

def 91

M. atk 1,072

atk 73

int 3,021

wis 25

lv. 302 [87%] skills bless lv. max, high bless lv. max, light magic mastery, dark magic mastery, novice fire magic mastery lv. 2, trap making lv.6, crafting lv. 2, throwing lv.3, vanish lv. 1, stealth lv. max, greater heal lv. max, titles thirteenth bishop, cultist, enigmatic, betrayed

it seems that my days on the edge of death have granted me strength for the moment. time to move, ive been here to long already

climbing out of my hole, and going in a random direction, the sound of conversation disrupts the silence of the forest, looking in the direction grants me the view of a pair of buildings and what seems to be the figure of praise that my former grand priest one started the religion for.

”who said that?!”

”wait, you can here her too?”

what are they talking about? i could have sworn that i was using stealth to the maximum of my ability...

*twig snap sounds*

"someone's here..."

shit, stupid ground, giving away my position when im eavesdropping on someone.

mcv (main character vision).

is someone really listining in on my heartwarming reunion with my little sister? thats disgusting.

"someone's here..."

"i know..."

lets go meet the pedo. before he has the chance to run im already behind him.

"why hello there..."

than the unexpected happens, he bows down and starts speaking in a way that will have most priests jealous.

"oh humble god, this lowly one has disgraced you with his presence... please punish me how you see fit."

"wait... say what now?"

cultists, its always the cultists

"i used to be a high ranking member off the church of rhs, a religeous group dedicated to serving the last mortal-"

"yeah shut up i dont care anymore..."

the guy way deacked out in typical priest clothing. white lether tunic and robes, he had a nasty gash on the side of his face, and the robes that i have previously mentioned are all tatters and shreads, i could only find that it was a set of robes when i appraised them.

"rai, what should we do with them?"

"get som information out of him? or maby i can try something that i have just now thought of..."