Goblin Slayer 01-12 «Web»

There was work to do.

Priestess did not understand what they meant until the battle at the water town. The goblins had taken a temple. Not a cave—a temple, with walls and a moat and a mirrored chamber that reflected moonlight into a killing floor. A champion led them, huge and cunning, wearing the looted armor of a fallen knight. The party fought for hours. High Elf Archer’s arrows ran low. Dwarf Shaman’s spells frayed. Lizard Priest’s fangs cracked a goblin’s skull but could not reach the champion. Goblin Slayer 01-12

Priestess, they called her now. The name felt like a borrowed cloak—fine, but not yet her own. At the Guild, her silver breastplate still gleamed without a single scratch. Her robe was white as fresh snow. She had passed the examination, received her porcelain rank, and chosen her first quest with the bright, terrible naivety of a candlefly meeting a lantern. There was work to do

The battle ended. The temple fell silent. Not a cave—a temple, with walls and a

So she did.

He looked at her through the shimmering light. Nodded once. Then he pulled a small vial from his belt—the one he had shown her once, saying “never use this indoors” —and threw it at the champion’s feet.

And she learned about him. Slowly. In fragments.