Damien's eyes widened slightly.
"Divine exorcist…?" he muttered, the words feeling strange on his tongue.
The title echoed in his mind.
It didn't belong to him.
It wasn't something he had ever been called before.
Yet, hearing it now—
It felt uncomfortably real.
Almost as if it had already been decided long before he even arrived here.
His expression slowly darkened.
A deep frown formed on his face as another voice echoed clearly within his thoughts.
"You will be sent to another… to serve as an exorcist to the goddess of light…"
That woman.
Her voice rang through his head again, just as clearly as when she had said it.
His jaw tightened slightly.
His eyes narrowed faintly.
'So this is it…' he thought, his gaze shifting slowly as he took in the unfamiliar hall once more.
The glowing circle beneath his feet.
The robed men surrounding him.
The strange, heavy atmosphere in the air.
'This is the new world she was talking about?'
His brows furrowed deeper.
'A world where I'm supposed to serve as some kind of exorcist?'
He couldn't help but feel irritated.
Not just irritation, anger flared within him at the realisation that he was forcefully transported into another world without his consent.
To make things worse, he was now required to serve a useless goddess
Damien exhaled slowly through his nose, suppressing the growing frustration for the moment.
But just as he did—
Something else caught his attention.
His gaze dropped downward.
And immediately—
He froze.
For the briefest moment, his mind went blank.
Then his eyes narrowed sharply.
He was completely naked, without a single piece of clothing covering his body.
His toned frame was fully exposed under the faint light of the hall, and his huge dragon was swinging for all the world to see.
A slight scowl appeared on his face almost instantly.
His head lifted slowly, his gaze sweeping across the seven men surrounding him.
They were all still there, standing in their positions and watching him.
But what annoyed him the most was the warm, welcoming expressions on their faces.
As if there was absolutely nothing strange about the current situation.
As if a completely naked man had not just appeared in the middle of their ritual circle.
Damien's lips twitched slightly in annoyance.
If it had been women standing around him—
It would have been a completely different situation.
He wouldn't have minded.
In fact, he might have even appreciated the view they would have had of him.
But this?
Seven grown men, all staring at him with those overly warm, almost reverent expressions?
It was uncomfortable.
Unnaturally so.
There was something about the way they looked at him that made his skin crawl slightly.
Damien clicked his tongue softly, his brows furrowing as his annoyance grew.
The old man standing at the front didn't seem to notice—or perhaps he simply didn't care.
He lifted a hand and casually rubbed the top of his head, his fingers brushing through his grey hair as a pleased smile spread across his face.
"The goddess is truly awesome," he began, clapping his hands together lightly as his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Sending—"
"Shouldn't you get me some clothes first?"
Damien cut him off mid-sentence.
His voice seemed calm, but there was a clear edge of irritation beneath it.
His eyes remained fixed on the old man.
"Before going off about your stupid goddess."
The words fell heavily into the air.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly.
One of the priests at the side reacted immediately.
His expression twisted into a deep frown, his grip on the white cross tightening as he took a step forward.
"Blasphemy!" he snapped sharply, his voice filled with anger. "How dare you speak of the goddess in such a manner—"
He didn't get to finish.
The old man at the front raised his hand slightly.
Just a simple gesture.
But it was enough.
The priest froze.
His mouth shut immediately, his body stiffening as if an invisible force had restrained him.
Slowly, he stepped back into position, lowering his head slightly in submission.
The old man didn't even spare him a glance.
Instead, he kept his attention entirely on Damien.
The warm smile never left his face.
As if the insult had not affected him in the slightest.
"Of course," the old man said calmly. "Divine Exorcist."
Then, without turning his head, he simply raised his hand and waved it lightly toward the large wooden doors at the side of the hall.
"Bring in the clothes," he said calmly.
His voice carried a quiet authority.
Almost immediately—
The doors creaked open.
A soft sound echoed through the hall as three figures stepped inside.
They were women.
Nuns.
All three of them walked in slowly, their heads bowed low, their gazes fixed firmly on the ground as though they didn't dare lift their eyes.
Their movements were careful, and filled with respect.
Two of them walked side by side at the front, holding a neatly folded white robe between them.
At the center of the robe was a bold red cross, embroidered cleanly into the fabric.
The third nun followed closely behind them, her steps in sync with the others.
Their attire was simple—
Yet striking.
They wore tight black gowns that clung closely to their bodies, the fabric outlining their natural curves in a way that was impossible to ignore.
At the center of each of their chests was a white cross, standing out sharply against the dark material as it slid right in the middle of their huge breasts.
As they walked, the soft movement of their bodies caused the fabric to shift slightly with each step.
Damien's eyes widened slightly.
His gaze locked onto them almost instantly.
His attention was drawn to the subtle sway of their figures as they approached, especially the soft jiggling of their boobs even within the gowns.
Even though their heads were lowered and their expressions hidden, their beauty was still evident.
Their features were soft.
And though they lacked the overwhelming presence of the silver-haired knight he had just encountered—
They were still undeniably attractive.
Damien's gaze drifted lower.
His eyes scanned over the shape of their bodies, lingering briefly as he took in their appearance.
The gowns they wore didn't fully conceal their legs.
A portion of their luscious thighs remained exposed as they walked, the contrast between the black fabric and their milky skin drawing his attention even more.
A faint chuckle escaped his lips.
'…Perhaps this world wouldn't be so bad after all,' he thought to himself.