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On that day, the moment when all that existed was swallowed by light.

What Erin saw, clad in the Armor of Light, was the universe.

A universe that existed before the very concept of the universe was established.

Erin didn’t know its name precisely. But it was undeniably the universe.

Universe. 宇宙. Universe.

In the Bible, it is not just simple letters being engraved.

It is the word of God. Not of a false god, but the true monotheistic tales that actually happened.

An expression that could only be attained by a creature that could barely reach it—truth.

What is newly written isn’t new at all.

It’s merely recognized as new because it hasn’t been reached yet.

That’s fundamentally the same as the concept that the universe exists even if Erin did not know of the universe.

The ‘truth’ of the true monotheistic Igguoqueden entered the mind of the woman destined to become a saint—Erin.

An ordinary person would be overwhelmed by the truth flooding their mind.

Crushing. A mere human’s head would have been shattered by the incomprehensible logic. They would have become a madman, muttering incomprehensible words as a hermit.

The universe. Such a thing exists. There is a ‘God’ in the universe. Igguoqueden. Igguoqueden. The name of God is Igguoqueden……

If someone were to keep repeating something that no one could understand, and even they themselves couldn’t comprehend, they would end up leading a life like a mere ornament in an apocalypse.

But Erin was different.

The woman Igguoqueden loves had to be different.

She could accept the truth. Her vessel could surely hold Igguoqueden.

Thus, Igguoqueden fills Erin’s insides with His ‘truth’.

“It is coming in…!!”

A vessel to convey His will. Until the ‘vessel’ of the saint overflows with His color,

He stuffs it in. He stuffs it in.

He stuffs it in.

Throughout all of that process……

“The truth of Igguoqueden……”

The truth of the one and only existence.

“Everything of Igguoqueden is with me……”

The thoughts of one who wishes to dedicate everything.

“God…… My God, the one and only existence that truly exists to everyone……!!!”

In her head.

In her heart.

In her belly, all, filled.

So full it might burst, so full.

Ah, Igguoqueden. My Igguoqueden……

So this is what it means. To cherish me, it means not to forget that I am a woman…… this was all, all this you were saying.

Well…… if I were to feel this…… even if I don’t want to, I can’t help but know that I am a woman……♥

And because she embraced ‘Igguoqueden’ with her whole body—now, it must be heard.

The voice of the one true God, Igguoqueden, who exists uniquely in this world and has never changed in any moment.

――Erin.

‘Ah…… Igguoqueden……!’

For the first time hearing the direct voice of God, Erin quivered just by hearing it—

Gently caressing the echoes of His presence filled within her body.

Just by hearing the voice, she thinks about what she might become. Definitely. Definitely, she would be more than that.

If I hear this voice…… I can never return to who I was before.

Yet, she still wants to listen. God’s voice…… She wants it to fill her.

Igguoqueden.

The one who saved me.

The one who used me as a vessel for a saint and filled me with His being……

His voice, as if whispering right next to Erin……

It echoed deeply, richly, soothingly yet intensely in her ears.

――Erin, your chest is really big.

‘Ugh……!!!’

It was a divine possession.

Having finally connected with the divine, Erin so incredibly simply gestated the truth of Igguoqueden just by hearing His voice.

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“Ugh……”

Eventually, the flash disappeared before everyone’s eyes.

The scenery that reappeared, aside from Lumina and Erin sitting there, had changed entirely.

The same square in the same city, the same cathedral.

Surrounding them were scattered guards and a woman who appeared to be a high-ranking priest.

Once she regained her senses…… Erin realized that she was holding something in her hands.

It was the Bible.

The most sacred book in the world, inscribed with God’s words—the very one Erin always had.

‘No, I can’t drop this.’

No matter how dazed she was, dropping the Bible was inexcusable.

As Erin secured it, the people who had collapsed began to come to their senses one by one.

“Ugh…… What was that light just now……?”

“What in the world did this witch do……!”

“Ugh…… My head…….”

Lumina seemed to have come to her senses as well, slowly rising from her place.

What was I doing?

It felt like she was confronting that crazy girl who claimed to hear God’s voice, while putting aside the candidate for saint…

‘……Ah, right. The Bible…….’

Yes.

Suddenly surrounded by light, the Bible I had in my arms flew away.

Realizing that, Lumina checked her surroundings and then suddenly came up with a fundamental question.

Why was I holding the Bible?

I…… never carried something like that around?

“Saint!?”

At that moment.

Lumina heard the voices of the guards.

Saint?

Of course, I am the one closest to the saint recognized by His Holiness the Pope, but still, I felt it should be questionable to be referred to as a saint in the position of a monk.

At the same time, for some reason, she realized that the guards’ voices were gradually drifting away from her.

‘Huh……?’

Looking up to see where Erin was—

Rather than surrounding her, the guards who had just protected her were now there to support Erin.

No, to be precise, they were at a loss. As if even touching that holy body was a sin.

‘What the……?’

Like the wide-eyed Lumina, Erin also sensed the change, of course.

However, unlike Lumina’s apparent shock at what was happening, Erin seemed to understand why this was happening.

Why they were calling her a saint.

And…… why it became that she always carried this Bible.

‘Igguoqueden…… You listened to me…… my prayer……!!!’

This time, You have not forsaken me.

Asking for the strength to overcome trials. It was indeed a shameless request, but I was certain that the merciful Igguoqueden would grant anything I asked.

That’s because Igguoqueden cherishes me. And for my body……

Erin, wishing that no one would notice, quietly gazed at Igguoqueden looking down upon her with affection……

Gently brushed the large chest hidden under her tight priest’s robe.

—Erin’s chest is really big.

Even closing her eyes, the first voice of the deity still tickled her belly.

Having gestated His truth, she could feel it all too naturally.

His gaze. The sticky longing He has for her. The fact that He looks down upon her……

That is why she conveys her feelings.

‘Everything…… belongs to You, Igguoqueden. I am solely Your saint Erin……!’

“Saint Erin……! Are you alright?”

The high-ranking priestess who had just berated her rushed over and asked Erin.

Erin slowly nodded her head.

“I’m fine.”

“I’m so glad you weren’t hurt. If anything happened to the saint, how terrible it would have been……!!”

“W-wait a moment!”

From a distance, Lumina shouted urgently as she watched the surreal scene unfold.

“W-what do you mean saint? That girl is the one who mocks God. She doesn’t even know God’s name properly, and she speaks words to trick Him!?”

“This crazy girl!”

“Eek……!”

Lumina had no choice but to step back as the guards aimed spears at her with a fierce gaze.

“What did you say about the saint?! You haven’t come to your senses, have you?!”

“What trickery is this?!”

“It won’t work, witch! Even if you try to deceive us with such cheap magic!”

“W-wait, what is going on……!?”

At that moment.

An old man rushed out from the cathedral with a frantic expression.

For some reason, Erin recognized him at a glance.

His Holiness. He was Pope Agnus III of this continent.

“Saint! Are you safe!?”

Evidently startled by the previous flash, he ran out during his work.

“I’m fine.”

Pope Agnus III observed Erin’s condition and let out a sigh of relief.

“Ah…… Truly, truly a relief. It seems God has protected you. I’m so glad…….”

He closed his eyes and prayed to the one true God he has served all his life.

And.

“May it always—”

From Lumina’s perspective, who was observing it all…… he uttered words that were utterly incomprehensible.

—May the plain facts of her being accompany Erin.

‘……???’

Not a divine…… blessing, but plain facts…… what does that even mean???

What is that???

Pope Agnus III always wished for God’s blessing in such times, not such meaningless phrases……?

At that moment.

Lumina’s gaze fell upon a sign carved from expensive obsidian, which she had seen many times.

[In commemoration of our one true God, Igguoqueden]

‘Huh……?’

There…… was that phrase…… engraved there?

At that moment, a sense of unexplainable dread enveloped Lumina’s ears…… as someone seemed to whisper.

Surely, there was no one around. Yet the voice lingered close by.

The chilling ‘voice’ that could not be explained in human language…… uttered incomprehensible words as if pronouncing a sentence.

The one unchosen, her words would never be understood even in a hundred years.

――Long live the 100,000 won donation.

Her era has come to an end.