[BL] I Will Be Your Number 1 Devotee!

In the luxurious church hall, children lined up to listen to a lecture by the monks and nuns. The clothes they wore were not white, but black with red visible through their clothes and a blood red cloth covering their faces, only smiling faces could be seen from these people. 

Of course, the newly admitted children wore only ordinary black dresses as long as their knees.

Among the children was a boy with a face that looked like he would be handsome in the future. He had well-groomed orange hair and orange-like eyes, and when you looked into his eyes, you immediately felt a sense of trust, whether he was going to stab you in the back or not.

With silver dangling from the expensive clothes he was wearing. Seeing this, some children stared at him with irony and hatred...

This child could even get in just because he knew the Pope.

Even though they had tried to pass the selection only to enter one of the most powerful gods called Deus.

A god called the god of greed, Mammon.

And even worse, these noble children did not respect the rules and were still allowed to wander around as if this was their home.

Isn't that cheating?

It's really cheating!

Heh.

The noble child smiled pleasantly at the envious looks directed at him, and arrogantly pointed at one of the children there, "Ugh, he's so ugly, hurry up and kick him out!"

"Yes, young master."

Hearing his master's order, the butler, who was following the boy, complied with his unreasonable request. The butler immediately ordered some people to drag the child out of the church.

Without turning his head to the expelled child, the nobleman's son quickly left the hall filled with cries. He walked down a long corridor, and in front of him was a large, luxurious-looking door.

On either side of the door was a statue of a screaming human head, and on the other side was a statue of a melting human body.

It was said to be a sign of greed, so it was carved by a famous sculptor of the time.

The guards standing on both sides of the door immediately pushed open the huge door to reveal a glass garden filled with golden statues everywhere. Everything was decorated with gold, making it look like a storehouse of money.

There was another young man with an elegant figure, his dark blue hair shining in the sunlight. With a smile on his face, the noble boy immediately greeted the other person, who was seen tasting the tea the servant had prepared for him. With a graceful gesture, he put down the glass he was holding and turned to face the entrance.

"Good day, second prince, Cleon Peacon XII." The noble boy immediately covered his mouth in a pretense of mispronunciation, "Ah, the fugitive accused by his own family."

The atmosphere in the room immediately became tense because of the noble boy's words. Feeling that this boy was mocking their prince, the two subordinates of the second prince, named Cleon, immediately made angry and threatening faces at the noble boy and the butler who were following him from behind. 

Cleon immediately raised his hand to stop the two subordinates from going any further, still with a calm face he replied to the boy's words, "I'd rather be a fugitive than have a family head who performs rituals everywhere and ends up tragically".

"Look at the aftermath, you've become the most clueless boy I've ever met, young master Neville Ruell."

Clap! Clap!

"Hahaha!" Hearing the taunts directed at him, he just laughed like it was all funny. He didn't look the least bit offended by Cleon's remarks. Neville clapped his hands repeatedly and his face immediately turned serious,

"Isn't your prince brave enough to say that to my face?"

"Even though I'm going to be your prince's savior, hum." Of course, this sentence was directed at the two subordinates who were always with the prince.

So loyal that they could not leave him.

Tch.

One of his subordinates seemed to hate hearing the arrogant words that were about to come out of Neville's mouth. Annoyed at being mocked by his lord, the underling touched the hilt.

Seeing that someone was about to threaten his young master, the butler standing behind Neville touched his waistcoat, which contained many folding knives, and probably one of them was smeared with a highly toxic poison.

Cleon knocked on the table in front of him, "Ren." Hearing his name, the subordinate immediately stopped what he was doing, even though his face was full of restrained anger, "Forgive this servant."

The butler also stopped himself and smiled kindly back.

"Enough of your nonsense, quickly say what you want to say." Those dark purple eyes slowly darkened as they studied the other person. Neville smiled smugly, his eyes narrowing arrogantly as he stared at the prince who was trapped like a mouse. 

"I'm sure you've heard about the divine power discovered near the mysterious village." Neville walked slowly to the seat in front of Cleon.

"..."

"I told you, I don't want to play around here."

"Haha, Prince, listen to me first. I haven't finished explaining." The two of them looked at each other as one had a calm face and the other showed arrogance every time he made an expression.

"4 days ago, before the rumors of divine power spread, I received a prophecy from my god." The evil smile on Neville's face made Cleon feel even worse to see such an insulting thing. To him, worshipping the God of Sacrifice was the most despicable thing to do, to meet the God of Greed, who was an enemy.

Because the Peacon Kingdom hated the incarnation of the God of Greed itself.

Because of him, the Peacon Kingdom suffered before it was finally saved by the incarnation of the God of Sacrifice.

"The given prophecy is about the destruction of the world."

"Huh?"

"It says that the Deus who has been in hiding has finally returned and will wreak havoc!" Cleon frowned, even his face was still suspicious of Neville's words.

"You mean the god that symbolizes hope?" Cleon asked in a calm voice, even more perceptive than his subordinates who had just found out who the strongest Deus in hiding was. 

""!?""

Neville raised his hand to point at the butler. The butler immediately walked over to the table and put down the hexagonal box that looked full of negative aura. Cleon's two subordinates, who were still suspicious, did not lower their guard in the slightest, but not Cleon, who knew this hexagonal box.

Each deity that received the call of Deus had its own precious items. Like the Elven Church, which worships holiness, has an Immortal Tree, and the Peacon Kingdom has a Spear of Justice.

These gods called Deus were not small gods whose names were never heard, but the strongest gods recognized by the Sleeping Guardians. No one knows their exact origin, but many rumors say that they exist to protect this world.

For each time the Guardians fell asleep, these Deus would choose their incarnation so that the incarnation they chose would save the world from chaos.

But Cleon, who read the book in the forbidden library, knew one thing that people didn't know now, that the incarnation chosen by the 14th Deus had once caused a terrible war that resulted in the death of one of the Deus of Virtue.

The Deus of Virtue, who was at the level of the Deus of Evil, had to die horribly.

This God, who felt sad, used himself to heal the corrupted world and to stop everything, so that everyone forgot the harsh reality and only those who lived the longest remembered this terrible war.

Because there was never a story about the God of Life, Raphael.

But unfortunately, no one ever knew why the God of Hope shut down and why the God of Hope was punished by the Guardian.

His name also disappeared from the world,

the world forgot him.

"Haha!" Neville's laughter made Cleon's feelings worse when he saw the contents of the box.

Bloody eyes with ancient writing on them.

Cleon looked at Neville and back at the ancient writing.

He who used the Ancient writing to create various items surely knew the meaning of the Ancient writing of the Peacon Kingdom.

I AM THE KING.

"Don't you know what this means, Prince?" The sly smile was clearly visible on his face. "Are you aware that the God of Greed can predict the future?"

"That is why he placed his own eyes as a gift for his loyal followers."

Cleon's eyes widened in surprise at this. 

Wasn't a god who could predict the future a God of Wisdom?

Neville, seeing the change in Cleon's face, smiled triumphantly, "Well, although his predictions were sometimes wrong, he said he was never wrong in predicting the decline of gold."

"He realized that and found out because the world will be destroyed."

"Therefore, my duty now as his loyal follower is to kill the cause of all these problems, the incarnation of the God of Hope."

"This incarnation already existed before the Guardian fell asleep, isn't this God of Hope so powerful that it defies the Guardian's orders?" His orange eyes widened as if he was so happy that he could not contain his happiness, "This prophecy was given to me, which means that my Deus has chosen me to fulfill his duty!"

"Kill the Doom before everything that was planned happens!"

His crazy demeanor immediately stopped when he saw Cleon, who scrunched up his face at the sight of him.

"Ah, sorry to show my rudeness in front of you."

Cleon, who had been listening quietly, opened his mouth, "So, what does this have to do with me?"

"You're the one who was ordered by your god, and it has nothing to do with me, who isn't that crazy about gold."

"Haha, this prince. Have you forgotten that you have to remove the fugitive from your name?"

"..." 

What he said was not wrong...

"Because after this ceremony, you will be chosen as the incarnation of the Deus you worship." Cleon, hearing this, was shocked in disbelief. Just by hearing him speak, he knew that he truly embodied greed itself.

Using him as a pawn and the possibility of discarding him when he was useless.

Like the spider web itself, no one was allowed out of his game unless the pawn died.

Everything is vague between belief and disbelief.

Here is the game that even people with grace cannot solve.