“From five hundred years ago?!”
Suna and Reg both looked Truth up and down.
No matter how they squinted, they couldn’t see a trace of five centuries on her.
Was she just making things up to fool them?
Quite the opposite— Truth couldn’t be bothered to lie to these two noobs.
That Supreme Authority thing really was a trap.
The moment she touched it, she got forcibly turned into a priest and isekai’d…
Wait a second— Suna immediately noticed something odd about Truth.
Her name and her robes!
First off, the name. “Truth” didn’t sound like something people from this era would name their children.
It sounded more like a title.
That reminded Suna of something her history teacher discovered recently: ancient humans had very bizarre names. For example:
“Sister wears high heels and steps on my balls, it hurts but feels so good.”
“Fifteen-year-old wheelchair girl gets offered a seat on the train by ten big guys.”
“If you don’t beat Ji Yangde for one day, beat Jiji Yangyangde for two.”
And then there were names like “Sun Xiaochuan,” “Electric Baton,” and “Chuchu Taffy”— all extremely short and weird compared to today’s more familiar names like “Leonard” and “Ellia.” “Truth” fit right into that ancient naming convention.
Then there were her robes. Suna had read that, since priests worship the Goddess of Life, their robes were typically decorated with soft green, harmonious patterns.
But Truth’s robes were lined with stark black patterns— an entirely unknown design.
Add to that her rare silvery-white hair, and the fact that she could cast ancient healing spells without even using a wand…
“Truth, I have a question for you— from an ancient stone tablet.” Suna placed both hands on Truth’s shoulders and asked solemnly:
“Why is Ubisoft the worst game company in France?”
“Uh…”
What kind of dumbass question was that?! There was even a typo in it.
Truth was speechless— but okay, she could still understand what was being asked.
Wait a sec… these NPCs didn’t think the messages left by players were some kind of ancient scripture, did they?
Ancient stone tablets, seriously… And what’s with you being so tall? Are you standing like that just so I have to look up at you?
Truth tiptoed a bit, but even then, she still couldn’t look Suna in the eye. So she replied flatly:
“Because EA is in the United States.”
The moment the words left her mouth, Suna suddenly hugged her tightly, startling Truth.
“Hey— what the hell?!”
Charging at me with those boobs? Fine, I admit you’re more blessed than me, but are you trying to provoke me or something?
“Waaaah…” Suna’s eyes instantly welled up with tears, which dripped onto Truth’s shoulder.
“I can’t believe you’re really from five hundred years ago… That’s so tragic!”
Oh… so that’s what this is about.
Suna’s dumb question was actually something her history teacher had deciphered just last week. And Truth had answered it word for word— no hesitation, no guessing.
No wonder she was so kind to those shady adventurers who tried to rob her.
It wasn’t naivety— it was cultural difference. Priests in this era wouldn’t even think about healing enemies.
And just imagining such a sweet girl getting caught in a trap, sent across five hundred years, losing her family, her friends, her whole world… Suna couldn’t help but feel sad.
So lonely…
“Your empathy is a bit much, don’t you think?!”
Truth pushed Suna’s face away with both hands, not wanting tears and snot all over her.
Reg, clearly used to this sort of thing, had the good sense to quietly step aside.
“You have to stay strong, Truth! Don’t give in to despair or do anything drastic. Please, try to live on in this strange but familiar world!”
“Get lost— uh, I mean, go away!”
Truth was already regretting it. She should’ve just said she had amnesia.
Once Suna finished her emotional meltdown, she finally choked up and introduced herself and Reg.
They were schoolmates, and had been venturing into the Mist recently for training.
This time, though, they got ambushed by some other adventurers.
To repay Truth for saving them, Suna insisted on inviting her to stay at her house for a while— it was big enough, after all.
More importantly, for a history nerd like Suna, Truth was a walking fossil.
She had to find a way to trick her into coming home!
Truth was also pretty happy about it. Sweet— a free guide! Just what she needed to quickly get up to speed on this era. So she readily agreed.
After a brief rest, the three of them left the church.
Since Truth’s healing wasn’t strong enough, Suna had to limp along with Reg’s support, while Truth followed behind, checking her status panel:
【Name: Truth】
【Level: LV.2 (8/28)】
【Race: Human】
【Stats: HP 48, Constitution 52, Mana 99, Intelligence 72, Strength 22, Agility 31, Faith 42】
【Skill: Healing Mist (Proficiency: 16%)】
【Talent: Mistwalker Sovereign (Fusion Progress: 2%)】
【Available Stat Points: 100】
A hundred points, huh… For someone with eleventh-tier stats like her, it was too much to ignore but not super useful either.
She might as well dump them into her weaker stats like Faith, then maybe Strength.
【Faith increased to 142】
Nice. At this rate, she’d hit Level 10 and become a Tier 1 Priest in no time.
Though… had the tier system changed in 500 years? Truth asked Suna just to be sure.
“It should be the same: Tiers 1–3 are low-tier, 4–6 are mid-tier, 7–9 are high-tier, and Tier 10 is the peak of humanity— the King-tier.”
“Gotcha, gotcha… Huh? That’s it? What about Tier 11? Or the God-tier?!”
“Tier 11?”
Suna was confused. Was that even a thing? What the heck was a “God-tier”?
“Wait… could it be that in ancient times, the gods themselves were part of the tier system— mmph!”
Suna suddenly realized she was saying something borderline blasphemous and clamped her hands over her mouth.
The gods? There are gods now? Watching Suna’s strange reaction, Truth furrowed her brow.
“Did I just touch on some kind of taboo?”
Suna covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly, and even Reg beside her made a “shhh” gesture, pointing up at the sky— clearly telling her not to speak of the gods any further, or it might draw their gaze.
Seeing their reactions, Truth immediately realized something: in these past 500 years, some NPCs must have already obtained certain legendary items and taken the lead into the 12th tier.
Shit. I need to be more careful from now on…
Half an hour later, as the sun dipped toward the horizon, the three of them successfully made it out of the Mist.
Truth looked up and immediately spotted the vast city on the horizon: Deya City.
The main road connecting Deya City to the Mistlands was packed with carriages and travelers— clearly a hotspot for beginner adventurers heading into the fog to train.
Some had even set up shop right at the Mist’s edge, selling potions, maps, and weapons.
Thankfully, none of these adventurers looked above Tier 2 for now— no sign yet of those crowded “King-tier everywhere” scenes.
It was thriving out here.
To think— Truth had once spent an entire day and night battling her way into the Mist’s core… and now she was just walking out of it like it was some casual sightseeing trip.
She hadn’t even seen more than a couple monsters along the way…
Suna flagged down a carriage heading to Suho Manor.
It wasn’t until they were on board and Truth saw the massive estate at the outskirts of Deya that she realized—
Wait. Suna’s a rich second-gen?!
“She’s a bit of a prideful noble miss,” Reg whispered quietly. “Better be careful not to hurt her ego— it can be… troublesome.”
As a Level 15 physical warrior and a top graduate of the Academy, Reg had been working under Suna for a while now— paid handsomely by her generous coin.
As soon as the carriage stopped at the manor gates, several servants rushed out to greet Suna, all expressing their concern.
When they saw the injury on her thigh, they quickly brought over a stretcher. Just then, a middle-aged man in fine clothes came jogging over in a panic.
“My daughter! How did you get hurt in the Mist? And Reg too— don’t tell me there were Tier 2 monsters in there? Hurry, lie down on the stretcher! Don’t worsen the injury!”
“I can walk on my own!”
Suna pushed the stretcher aside and got off the carriage, then turned to introduce the young priest behind her:
“Father, this is my friend, Truth. She saved me in the Mist. Please treat her well while she’s here. Truth, this is my father— Earl Suho.”
“Hi~”
Truth gave a small wave— only to see Earl Suho’s expression freeze instantly.
What? Am I supposed to bow or kneel or something?
If that’s the rule here, I’ll just flatten your whole manor instead, how about that?
Earl Suho examined her for a moment, said nothing, then leaned over to whisper something to a butler who had just arrived.
But thanks to her enhanced hearing, Truth caught every word clearly:
“The city’s been under tight scrutiny lately. Look into her—handle it appropriately.”
And with that, without even acknowledging Truth, Earl Suho swiftly changed the subject and insisted on escorting Suna and Reg to the pharmacy, leaving only the butler, Truth, and a few servants behind.
“Thank you for saving our young lady, Miss Truth. My name is Norton, the steward of this estate.”
As he introduced himself, the butler stepped forward—his eyes glowing faintly with green light.
Suspicious. Very suspicious.
He was using some kind of detection skill on her, which made Truth frown.
Does no one around here know basic manners or what?
Weird… no notable mana fluctuations. All signs point to her being a novice Priest. Except… her appearance.
Norton narrowed his eyes and continued:
“Miss Truth, could you tell me a little about yourself? I find you quite… rare.”
“Who are you calling rare?!”
“No, no! Please don’t misunderstand— I didn’t mean it as an insult. Let me rephrase the question.”
Norton took a step back and clasped his hands behind him, his expression blank as he asked:
“Miss Truth, I know this is sudden, but for the sake of harmonious coexistence… may I ask— which deity do you worship?”
Tftc!