Celestial

Seok Mun-pyeong, the 3rd Team Leader of the Soul-Slaying Unit—one of the most peripheral posts in the entire Demonic Cult—didn’t think much of it when the War of the Demonic Dragons, the contest to select the cult’s next successor, was suddenly canceled. Even the outlandish news that the Cult Leader, a figure revered as the sky above the sky, had accomplished Rejuvenation was just a distant rumor to him.

He never imagined that this monumental event would become a fire dropped squarely on his own feet.

“Naturally, I’m not asking you to perform the standard duties of a Majeong. As you well know, you are not suited for such work. The role I have for you is something different. I want you to be His shadow, and at the same time, His tail.”

‘No way… when he says ‘Him,’ does he mean the ‘Him’ I’m thinking of?’

Seok Mun-pyeong was thrown into confusion. It sounded like madness, but the official’s expression was dead serious. A chill began to creep down his spine.

‘So, a Demonic Shadow is ‘His’ shadow, and I’m supposed to be both the shadow and the tail? A ‘tail’ means to track and report on His movements… Is he really ordering me to spy on the supreme Cult Leader?!’

“…Me?”