Who was it?!
Cold sweat seeped from Divano's forehead and back.
The winter night wind of the Northern Continent swept past, sending a shudder through the sword-bearing priest.
He was cold.
And afraid.
As a sword-bearing priest, Divano had considerable confidence in his own strength.
Even barehanded, he was confident he could easily kill ten fully armed soldiers-and that was without wearing a "relic."
What if he wore a "relic"?
That number could increase tenfold.
Or even more.
At his level, he had long since moved beyond crudely using a "relic's" innate abilities.
After considerable study and adaptation.
The "relic" had begun strengthening his body.
Unlike its immediately effective abilities, this strengthening was much slower, but it had virtually no side effects and required no replenishment of the "relic."
Of course, different "relics" emphasized different aspects of enhancement.
For instance, after he killed a chicken, his "Judgment Eye" would grant him a degree of awareness of "enemy" presences.
Thus, as the enhancement began, his perception had become extraordinary.
Even standing here, still a considerable distance from the warehouse, he had already sensed every hidden sentry nearby without missing a single one.
Yet now, despite his wearing the "relic," someone had actually "taken" it off his wrist without him noticing a thing.
What if that person had taken something other than the "relic"?
More cold sweat broke out over Divano's body.
He immediately moved to call his five subordinates back.
But just as he opened his mouth, a figure came walking slowly toward him.
A robe, an aged face.
Koripo!
Divano instantly identified him.
As one of the sword-bearing priests, he knew a great deal about the council members of the Silent Night Secret Society, apart from the few who kept themselves hidden year-round-especially someone like Koripo, who frequently appeared in