Of all the answers Rezo could have predicted, the last one would have been something like that. He might have disrespected the god with an incredulous scoff if he weren't so confused. To live here in peace? He doesn't even know where 'here' is.

For a time, Rezo is silent. Perhaps it's because of the silence that he's able to hear distant drumbeats. Voices? It's jarring to realize there truly are other people out there, unaware that Rezo is here and in the grasp of a god. Are they living peaceful lives like Monzun claims to want for him?

Monzun speaks again, and Rezo finds the order oddly calming. Whether he passes or fails, it's still reassuring to have a test laid in front of him. It's a little like having a goal to hang onto. But how does he explain his role?

"I was... a priest of Flare Dragon Cepheid."

A poor one. And a vessel of Lord Ruby Eye.

"I traveled the Barrier Lands working as a healer in the name of the Gods."

Searching for greater and greater power.

"I was also a senior member of the Sorcerer's Guild, and I taught others of the different schools of magic I had learned."

It was a useful way to find and train underlings for the pursuit of my personal goals.