The three nuns soon reached him.
They stopped just in front of the glowing circle, their heads still bowed.
From this close distance, Damien could see it clearly—
Their faces were slightly red.
A faint blush had formed across their cheeks.
Their breathing seemed just a bit uneven.
It was obvious they were nervous.
And there was a reason for that.
They couldn't look at his face.
Not directly.
Not while standing so close.
So their gazes remained lowered.
But because of that—
Their eyes had nowhere else to go.
And standing before them—
Damien was still completely naked.
Their line of sight naturally fell lower.
And there—
They froze as their eyes fell upon the long, thick rod swinging between his legs.
It was almost like a third leg, and their bodies stiffened almost instantly.
A quiet gulp came from one of them.
Another's shoulders trembled faintly.
Their gazes, though they tried to control them, remained fixed on his huge rod without meaning to.
Their breathing grew slightly more uneven as they stood there, frozen in place.
Damien noticed.
Of course he did.
His sharp eyes didn't miss a single detail, and a smirk slowly spread across his lips.
Without saying a word, he reached forward and took the robe from the two nuns in front of him.
His fingers brushed lightly against the fabric as he pulled it toward himself.
The nuns immediately lowered their heads further, their expressions growing even more flustered.
Damien didn't linger.
He unfolded the robe casually and slipped it over his body, the fabric falling smoothly over his frame.
The white cloth settled neatly against his skin, the red cross resting at the center of his chest.
As he adjusted it slightly, his smirk remained.
It wasn't rough.
It wasn't heavy.
If anything, it felt light and breathable, yet firm enough to give a sense of structure.
The red cross at the center rested neatly against his chest, standing out boldly against the pure white cloth.
He exhaled faintly.
'…I still can't believe this,' he thought to himself.
His eyes shifted slightly as he took in the surroundings once more.
The strange hall.
The glowing circle beneath his feet.
The robed men watching him with reverence.
'I'm actually in another world.'
The thought didn't feel real.
And yet—
Everything around him told him it was.
Damien slowly lifted his head and turned his gaze forward.
His eyes fell upon the group in front of him.
The seven priests.
And the three nuns who still stood close by.
The nuns hadn't moved.
If anything—
They seemed even more flustered than before.
Their faces were deeply flushed now, a visible redness spreading across their cheeks as their gazes lingered on him.
Their breathing was uneven.
Their chests rose and fell slightly faster than before.
Their hearts pounded audibly within their chests, the sound almost noticeable in the quiet hall.
Even though Damien was now clothed, it didn't seem to change much.
If anything—
It only made them more aware of him.
Their eyes flickered across his figure, drawn to him in a way they couldn't control.
It was subtle, but obvious.
Damien noticed it immediately.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
'…As expected,' he thought calmly.
After all—
There was no woman who could resist his charms.
That had always been the case.
No matter the place.
No matter the world.
But just as that thought settled—
Another image flashed briefly through his mind, of that is a certain silver haired knight.
Damien clicked his tongue softly.
His expression darkened for a split second before returning to normal.
"…Tch."
That woman was an exception, and one he would deal with later.
For now—
He shifted his focus.
His gaze moved past the nuns and settled on the old priest standing before him.
The same man who had welcomed him earlier.
Damien tilted his head slightly.
"So…" he began calmly. "What kind of world is this?"
His tone carried a hint of curiosity.
But beneath it—
There was a subtle edge.
The old priest smiled warmly.
His expression didn't change in the slightest.
"This is Dorth," he said gently.
"One of the many worlds devoted to the great goddess."
Damien's eyes narrowed slightly.
'One of the many worlds?' he thought.
The old priest continued.
His expression grew slightly more serious, though the warmth in his tone remained.
"But unfortunately…" he said slowly. "…those evil demons have invaded our world."
A faint shadow passed through his eyes.
"Tormenting we, the servants of the goddess."
The air in the hall seemed to grow heavier.
The other priests lowered their heads slightly.
Even the nuns' expressions shifted faintly.
Then—
The old priest's gaze lifted again.
It locked directly onto Damien.
There was a new intensity within it now.
A clear sense of purpose.
"That is why the goddess sent you here, Lord Exorcist," he said firmly.
"To help exorcise all the demons…" He took a slow step forward. "…and bring this world back to peace!"
Damien's brows slowly furrowed.
A faint frown formed on his face as he listened to the old priest speak.
'Goddess this… goddess that…' he thought to himself, a trace of annoyance creeping into his mind.
Is she all they think about?
It was becoming repetitive.
Almost irritating.
Everything somehow circled back to this so-called goddess of light.
Damien exhaled softly through his nose.
Then his gaze shifted.
He began to look around the hall more carefully this time.
Now that he paid attention—
He noticed more details.
Apart from the large summoning circle he had appeared in, the rest of the room was filled with symbols.
Crosses.
Everywhere.
On the walls.
On pillars.
Carved into stone.
Some were large and imposing, others small and neatly arranged, but they all carried the same design.
The same meaning.
Alongside them were strange decorations.
White banners hung neatly along the walls, each one bearing that same symbol.
Candles burned softly beneath them, their flames flickering gently, casting a faint glow that only added to the atmosphere.
Everything about the place was, clearly meant for one purpose, which was to worship the so-called goddess of light.