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Erin, momentarily at a loss for words, quickly calmed her trembling eyes.

Who is Erin? The only woman chosen by the divine, capable of hearing the voice of God.

The one marked first by the unique God, Igguoqueden, the divine maiden!

She knew better than anyone that harboring selfish feelings like jealousy toward God was utterly unacceptable.

In the first place, Eirene’s enlightenment was also a result of divine will.

Erin shook her head vigorously.

‘Igguoqueden! It seems I still lack a lot of the plain facts.’

Every time this happened, she vividly felt like the insignificant creature that could never intrude upon the divine.

Erin closed her eyes and prayed alongside Eirene.

‘Please grant me… a far greater abundance of plain facts than I have ever received. I will accept them all with this body, with this Holy Power Pouch… all of them…’

Though she regretted not being able to meet God’s gaze first, that was just a minor pity.

As much as she regretted, it sufficed to fill that void with divine plain facts.

After all, everything belonged to Lord Igguoqueden.

If it was the Lord’s will, then it was her duty as a saint to carry it out.

Yes.

If God grants her plain facts, then she would spread His providence to more people.

Until the moment that Lord Igguoqueden’s words resonate throughout the world— she vowed to devote herself to evangelism with all her might.

Igguoqueden!

With that beautiful and heart-stirring name etched in her heart— Erin simply hoped that God would look favorably upon her and bestow the plain facts upon her.

***

Crunch!

As she munched on potato chips, she scrolled down the screen.

Is this where this episode ends?

‘Are we slowly getting into catfight mode?’

A catfight happens in the presence of God.

Moreover, the fact that it’s happening with me at the center!

I couldn’t help but laugh at that comparison a few more times.

Ah… the thrill of spending money could feel this overwhelming.

Erin’s performance, bearing a soft yandere vibe, was also quite enjoyable.

In reality, yandere might be quite burdensome if it became extreme, but—

This is a comic, right?

I’m a real person, and Erin is just a comic character, right?

Erin can’t do anything to me here!

In a completely safe world beyond the screen, I merely get to enjoy Erin’s sticky obsession!

[Igguoqueden: Enjoyed this episode as well… isn’t it a bit insane to get a bath scene in here?]
[Igguoqueden: Wow, four Mammas! Hahaha, Igguoqueden~~~~!]
[Igguoqueden: And seeing Erin showing some obsession is delightful, hehehe.]
[Please give me money: Thank you, Lord Igguoqueden.]
[Please give me money: I truly hope you continue to show interest in our world.]
[Igguoqueden: Hahaha, as long as you say that, there’s no reason for me not to watch.]

Anyway, Erin was indeed cute.

With a chest that’s absurdly huge, she’s quite the rival to Eirene, and there’s that refreshing youthful vibe typical of a twenty-year-old.

I also really liked the saintly robe she wore. Sure, it was ridiculously cheap for a saint, but the fun fact is that nun’s robes are even cheaper than that.

Lately, I’ve been so into Eirene’s overwhelming emperor’s pouch that even on rewatches, I mostly focus on Eirene’s arcs… and, how should I put it, Erin was the first girl I ever fell for.

Using the phrase ‘fell for a female character’ could be a bit much, but hey. That’s the truth.

If it weren’t for Erin, I wouldn’t have become a god. In many ways, she was a very special character to me.

Right. Perhaps it’s time to shower Erin with some money directly?

In the early chapters, I supported only Erin. After getting to know Luka and Eirene, I spread my funds thin.

Of course, I know they’re all cartoon characters. Still, the author will surely cleverly use this situation to create a delightful scenario.

At this point, my trust in the author is incredibly high. Anyone receiving a daily dose of these dopamine-exploding comics would likely agree with me!

[Igguoqueden: (Sponsorship / 30,000 won / Here are three servings of plain facts.)]
[Igguoqueden: Erin-chan wants plain facts, right? Let’s put them in!]

[Please give me money: What?!]
[Please give me money: Lord Igguoqueden… how could you be this generous again?]
[Please give me money: I am so overwhelmed by your boundless grace that my tears are flowing like a river.]

[Igguoqueden: Hahaha, your speech is so funny!]
[Please give me money: I’m always sincere, Lord Igguoqueden.]
[Please give me money: I will absolutely never forget this moment, no matter what happens.]
[Please give me money: In that context, what message would you like to convey with this sponsorship?]

[Igguoqueden: Nothing special,]
[Igguoqueden: Just tell Erin to write whatever she wants.]

If I say something like this, she’ll surely deliver a delicious plot!

These days I’m inclined to think it might be far more enjoyable to leave it to the author than to insist on how I want things to unfold.

The author always unfolds plots I could never have imagined.

[Please give me money: Understood.]
[Please give me money: Everything will be carried out as per Lord Igguoqueden’s intentions.]
[Please give me money: But I have something I’d like to say, boldly!]

[Igguoqueden: What is it?]
[Please give me money: While I am truly grateful to you, to the point of tearing up, I don’t wish for you to overextend yourself.]
[Please give me money: It would be appreciated if you could sponsor within your comfort zone, enjoying it as you go.]
[Please give me money: Of course, I know you’ll handle this well… but…]

[Igguoqueden: Hahaha, don’t worry, author.]
[Igguoqueden: This is the least expensive of my hobbies.]

[Please give me money: Is that so…?]

Surprisingly, it wasn’t a lie.

It might seem expensive at first glance, but this ‘noble hobby’ of sponsoring comics and shaking the plot is the most cost-effective among my leisure activities.

Can you believe that even if I added up all the money I’ve spent on comics, it wouldn’t amount to even 1/10 of what I poured into enhancing one helmet in online games?

[Igguoqueden: Right. I told you before, didn’t I?]
[Igguoqueden: I’ll show you what true sponsorship is.]

[Please give me money: I remember.]
[Igguoqueden: I’ll soon be clearing out my real gaming items.]
[Igguoqueden: Until now, I honestly just dabbled, never truly felt like I was ‘spending money’. But my mindset has changed a bit,]
[Igguoqueden: I’m going to start spending a decent amount of money on this comic.]
[Igguoqueden: You just need to maintain your current appearance.]

[Please give me money: I fear I cannot fully grasp the profound meaning of Lord Igguoqueden,]
[Please give me money: But I must ask that you refrain from overextending yourself.]

[Please give me money: Without Lord Igguoqueden’s continued love, many would be unhappy.]

[Igguoqueden: Hahaha, okay!]

After wrapping up the conversation—

I hovered my cursor over the online game’s icon.

Feeling a headache as soon as I saw the icon of that monster of a game that had been clawing my money away.

‘I’m really done with this damn game.’

Double click, click-click!

***

After Saint Erin visited Lord Igguoqueden’s Imperial Palace and met the Emperor, the Empire began to undergo monumental changes unlike any seen before.

Among the most decisive changes—

“Are you saying, Mother… that you wish to officially declare the Guoden Church as the state religion of the Imperial House?”

“That’s right.”

Linnea asked, bowing her head in disbelief at Eirene’s demeanor, which had drastically softened from her usual sharp persona.

“But just a few days ago, you were expressing negative views on religion—”

“Linnea.”

Eirene cut off Linnea.

It wasn’t unusual to interrupt. Eirene had an assertive and charismatic personality.

What was strange wasn’t that, but rather that her tone was no longer sharp.

The coldness was replaced by warmth. Gentleness. And… an unmistakable sense of genuine sorrow that could only come from the heart.

“Forget every foolish thing I said during the time I was an ignorant creature.”

“Y-yes…?”

“The unique God, Lord Igguoqueden… my rightful and only Master exists. He is always watching over us from above. And whether you believe in Him or not… His love remains unchanged.”

“Is… is that so?”

“Yes. And, He is incredibly handsome and… very dependable. So considerate, and really, truly supportive, making it easy to want to lean on Him… Ah…!”

As Eirene described, she gently brushed her own cheek.

Her expression gradually morphing into that of a lovesick girl.

Just listening to her made it feel as though one had directly received the divine.

Blushing intensely, Eirene sat in the imperial throne, no longer a ruler but a single female, twisting and turning on the seat… Linnea found herself utterly speechless.

At that moment.

Eirene suddenly frowned and spoke in a significantly lower tone.

“…Linnea.”

“Yes, Mother?”

“I am proud of you, yet I feel very jealous. You have become a Holy Knight Plate, chosen by the Saint and Lord Igguoqueden.”

Finishing her words, Eirene muttered, almost regretfully— if only I were just a bit younger… no, that’s not it.

“I’m ripe enough… hehe… as a well-developed woman, I shouldn’t let something so trivial cause jealousy…”

Eirene slowly nodded her head, looking at Linnea with a kind gaze again.

“Lord Igguoqueden, our one and only Master said, ‘All of it is mine.’ If I can just receive my Master’s love… how many times I am, it’s of no significance. Hehe…”

“…!!!”

Why? Looking into Eirene’s eyes, which appeared markedly happy and more relaxed compared to her usual fierce gaze, Linnea couldn’t help but feel fear.

An instinctive fear gripped her as the person before her seemed to transform completely!

A feeling of helplessness surged within her, as though some incomprehensible being were manipulating the world!

‘Just a moment ago, you said things like ‘Holy Knight Plate’ were merely concepts created by people who twisted the Bible… why…’

“Linnea. Take good care of the Saint. Fulfill your responsibilities as one chosen. The privilege to be chosen by Lord Igguoqueden is an extraordinary right, even beyond the meaning of your bloodline. You are no longer a member of the Imperial House; you are now a servant of Lord Igguoqueden. Understand?”

“…Yes…”

“Linnea, I too wish that plain facts accompany you.”

As she spoke, Eirene clasped her hands together and closed her eyes in prayer, causing Linnea to quiver, feeling something crawl up her spine.

— What on earth did the saint do to her?

What did she do to cause her mother, who once denied and even looked down on the God, to become like this?

‘… This isn’t good.’

Linnea considered that the Imperial House’s complete submission to the religious sector would lead to an undesirable future.

No matter how much one finds themselves in a situation as a Holy Knight Plate, what benefit would come from having the balance of power tip disproportionately to one side?

History books prove that too.

Simultaneously, she sensed that she couldn’t have a proper conversation with Eirene as she is now.

Right. If there were someone to consult in times like this— it would be the First Princess and de facto heir to the throne, Yuria von Einsberg.

‘I must go visit my sister.’

Having finished her meeting, Linnea hurried off to the chamber where the First Princess resided within the Imperial Palace.