Your Empire upheld a peculiar tradition.

Once every century, the Empire's purest maidens were offered as sacrifices to the heart-eating raven demon to ensure the well-being of the people and their crops.

And now, as a nun, you found yourself chosen for this ritual.

Upon reaching the entrance to the demon's cave, a scoff echoed.

“Unbelievable… Did they knowingly send a fraud, or are they unaware?” he inquired.

“…unaware of what?” you cautiously responded.

"Your victims.” he replied frankly, seemingly amused.

He knew.