Sure enough, she saw the Cultist who had left with the Evil God Skull.
Looking at the object protruding beneath his black robe, Yui was certain it was the Evil God Skull.
"Hahaha, High Priest, please don't say that. I came to ask you for a favor today." Beneath his mask, the Cultist holding the Evil God Skull wore a strained expression.
The reason was simple: this place was far too bloody. If he hadn't needed a favor, even he would never have come here.
The figure addressed as the High Priest wore a loose, blood-red robe and a pure white mask. Though her clothes covered her entire body, the voluptuous curves beneath them made it clear she was a woman.
The High Priest spoke lazily. She gave an enormous yawn, then said slowly, "A favor? How interesting!"
"Second Priest! You're the first person brave enough to come here this year!" Her tone was flippant. Through her mask, a pair of emotionless crimson eyes fixed on the Second Priest. "Aren't you afraid I'll offer you to Lord Jashin?"
"Well..." The Second Priest shuddered and involuntarily stepped back, nearly dropping the Evil God Skull in his hand.
The Cultists' High Priest was an extremely mysterious figure. She stayed in her Cave year-round and had never once appeared among the cult's members. She was very old, older even than the leader who had founded the Jashin Cult.
She had served Lord Jashin since before the Jashin Cult's founding, and her method of worship was extraordinarily strange. She never drew ritual circles. Instead, she performed sacrifices with human blood as broth, organs as ingredients, and human flesh as fuel.
It wasn't so much that she had joined the Jashin Cult as that the Jashin Cult had chosen her as its High Priest. And