Fyodor Dragunov.
No one among the general public recognized the name. Even within the cult, only those who held true authority understood who he really was. To the lower ranks, he existed only as mere words.
But within Araxys's inner circle, Fyodor was delegated as the prophet, the chosen voice of their god, the figure at the center of every clandestine prayer.
There was a reason the world knew nothing of him. Anyone trying to uncover information, anyone who searched through public records or official archives, would come up with almost nothing.
A man without a history.
"Young Master, are you really joining the clergy?"
"…Yes. I don't have a choice. If it's to keep the family afloat, I must do what is expected of me."
Young Fyodor of the Dragunov Barony had never imagined his life turning in this direction. But with his family facing growing financial troubles, the offer from the church had become the only option to save them.
