The Retainers of the Ancient Gods

Retainer of the Ancient God

In a secret prison near the Imperial Capital, the enormous Minotaur Imola was sealed to a wall of hewn boulders by Magic Pattern chains. At this moment, she was truly certain that Blake's entire plan back then had been aimed at her and her tribe.

"Priest Imola? Have you thought it through? In your current situation, only by cooperating with our Palace Front Department can you regain your freedom, and only then can your people survive." Outside the Minotaur's cage, a Junior Knight was trying to persuade her.

"You are a Priest of an Ancient God, so we have to give Him some face. But your people are not believers of the Ancient God, so there is no need for us to be so bound hand and foot."

"If you've got the guts, come at me!"

"Priest Imola, I'm afraid you've misunderstood. It isn't that we can't do it. It's that right now, there are still so many of your people beneath you, and we have even more chips in our hands." The Junior Knight pointed around them. Throughout the prison, row after row of cages were stuffed full of the Orcs who had followed her.

"I hope you agree before these chips are used up. Otherwise, setting up a magic array to shield us from a god will also take quite a bit of effort and expense." A chilling smile appeared on the knight's face. "Bring that rabbit up. We'll start with her. We have more magic potions here than we know what to do with. We'll try them one by one."

"Let go of me, you animals!" Rebecca was carried over in front of Imola by a Knight Apprentice. No matter how the petite half-rabbit girl struggled, she could not shake the apprentice's