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“Thank you so much, Saint!”

“It’s nothing. I simply did what I had to do. May the divine fact of God always accompany you…”

Saint Erin.

Hearing the voice of God Igguoqueden, she had come to this village near the capital to provide medical assistance.

It seemed this village had suffered damage from an invasion by a thieves’ group not long ago.

Erin recalled her own unfortunate past. These people must be going through a really tough time, just like we did back then.

Of course, the small village where Erin lived had suffered from a plague, making the situation even worse than this…

But regardless, even if it wasn’t for God Igguoqueden’s words, wouldn’t she have helped in some way after hearing the news?

The orphanage that was burning a bit further away had suffered significant damage, making this place in desperate need of assistance—

“It seems the Imperial Army hasn’t been dispatched here.”

At Erin’s words, Cecilia lowered her head.

“It appears there are some internal issues. They don’t seem to be in a position to go around to each village.”

“Issues?”

“Yes.”

Judging by Cecilia’s words, it was probably a political matter.

She was the one among the three priests accompanying Erin who knew best about what was happening outside the religious community.

Since Erin had no interest in politics, Cecilia’s presence was quite a help to her.

At that moment, a girl from the village pointed at Cecilia.

“Mama, Mama! Look at that sister! You can see her… her chest!”

“Ch, child…! I-I’m so sorry, Sister. She’s too young to understand how important the Holy Power Pouch is…”

Seeing the distressed woman, Erin stepped forward in place of Cecilia and said with a warm smile.

“It’s nothing. One day, this child will come to understand the teachings of God Igguoqueden. Until that moment, I pray in the name of the Saint for her to grow up healthy.”

“Thank you, Saint!”

“Mom, does God like… you know…?”

“Be quiet! Do you want to get scolded? Let’s go.”

“Goodbye, Saint sister!”

With a bright smile, Erin watched as the child waved goodbye, feeling a bittersweet smile creep onto her face.

“It seems God Igguoqueden’s message hasn’t been communicated to everyone on the continent yet.”

“Yes. Displaying the Holy Power Pouch doesn’t align with their worldly values of the monastic path. They can’t help but feel awkward or uncomfortable.”

No. There shouldn’t be any awkwardness or discomfort.

Since the moment Erin became the Saint, having heard the voice of God and taken on the role of His apostle—her goal was to spread the providence of Igguoqueden throughout the world.

A beautiful ideal world where everyone naturally displays their Holy Power Pouch, proudly showcasing their sanctity, and sharing plates of divine facts filled with simplicity according to the teachings of God Igguoqueden!

‘Even if it’s not a situation where divine power has descended, I must do what I can with my own hands.’

To spread the faith.

To make more people realize the simple facts contained in the Bible!

“Thanks to the Saint’s appearance, the number of people seriously walking the path of faith has increased significantly.”

“That’s a relief—?!”

At that moment.

Erin suddenly grabbed her stomach and fell to the ground.

Her extraordinarily large chest made several dramatic heaving movements.

Startled, Cecilia rushed to support her with a frantic voice.

“Saint?! Are you okay?!”

“Ah… ugh…!!”

Seeing Erin moaning heavily, Cecilia quickly realized what was happening and began to pray.

“God… O God Igguoqueden… please watch over the Saint…”

Indeed.

Erin was now—hearing the word of God.

“Ah… ugh… the words of God… they’re… entering my belly… again…!”

In a quiet plaza with no one around, Erin remained crouched for a while, moaning—

Then she stood up with a very refreshed expression.

“Ah… understood, God Igguoqueden… all is as You wish!”

With a face overcome by religious ecstasy, she licked her lips at His will.

“You seem to be in communion with God, Saint.”

“That’s right. It’s a very important matter.”

“If it’s an important matter…?”

After catching her breath, Erin turned to Cecilia, her lips curling into a beautiful smile—

“A holy knight has been decided.”

***

This place is the grave of Lutz Hebnisian, the director of Hebnisian Adelia.

In front of it, Luka bowed her head in silent prayer.

“Thank you, Director. Thanks to you, I was able to graduate from the academy safely.”

Although she heard the congratulatory message at the end of her graduation.

The words she never got to say, that she was able to graduate because of him—those unsaid words would surely pierce her heart like thorns.

But that’s okay. She would move forward.

God would take care of her.

“Amon! Don’t cry! The Director told us not to cry!”

“But… ugh, Di-Director…”

“If you cry too, I’ll want to cry as well…!”

Luka silently waited for Amon and Freya to compose themselves for a while.

Just as they were starting to calm down and about to leave,

“You were here.”

“…?”

As someone seemed to call her, Luka turned around.

A gentle breeze.

As the pleasant wind ruffled her hair beside her—there stood a woman in immaculate priestly garments, with shimmering platinum hair, gazing at her.

Behind her were several nuns accompanying her.

“You are…?”

“I am Saint Erin.”

“!!!”

A Saint?

Now that she thought about it, it seemed she was wearing slightly different priestly garments than the others.

“May I introduce myself as well?”

“Ah… yes, that would be fine.”

Erin slowly approached the Director’s tombstone.

Just walking, her every movement seemed incredibly graceful.

Was it because she identified herself as a Saint? Even the simplest of actions felt sacred.

After a moment.

Erin closed her eyes and began to pray.

“May eternal rest and pure facts be with you at God Igguoqueden’s side…”

‘Wow…’

Even though she was the same woman, the sight of Erin praying was enough to make anyone’s heart race.

With utmost courtesy towards the departed, wishing for pure facts from God—she looked like something that shouldn’t be touched.

Perhaps it was because she was the very embodiment of God’s Apostle. In that moment, Luka had a somewhat audacious thought, that Erin resembled a statue created by the deity wielding all of its power.

Then she began to entertain a more fundamental question.

“By the way… didn’t you just say you were here?”

Because the Saint looked so exceptionally beautiful, Luka had unconsciously thought, ‘Ah, the Director must have had some connection with her, and she came to visit as well.’

Yet the Saint clearly spoke to her. She had asked if Luka was here.

“Yes. I came to see you, Luka.”

“!”

Moreover, she knew Luka’s name, which had not yet been revealed.

Could it be…?

“I…”

“Yes. I have come today to convey the voice of God to you, Luka.”

Erin briefly closed her eyes in prayer.

And then, slowly opening her eyes to the blue sky… she stretched out her pure white hand, holding a sword chosen by the deity.

“Luka, please become a holy knight. This is God’s will.”

“!!!!”

***

Hah.

‘Finally, the two have met.’

The first love-like woman I saved first, Erin.

And the one who not only shakes my heart but also makes me cry, Luka.

Honestly, it felt like I was witnessing the meeting of my beloved sisters.

So let’s refrain from saying, ‘Aren’t they just cartoon characters?’

[Igguoqueden: Author… this episode was delicious too… when will the next one be out? Tomorrow?]

[Please give me some money: That’s right. The observation is complete, and the time it translates into a comic is just around then.]

Of course, I realized that this wasn’t a web novel but a webtoon, and that daily serialization with this much high-quality content is impressive…

But still, it felt a bit lacking. I mean, they thanked me a lot for the donations, but it felt a bit much to put pressure on them to draw more.

They even stuffed in parts that didn’t necessarily need to be there, like close-ups of chests and breast morphing scenes, and I ended up enjoying the feast even more.

[Igguoqueden: LOL… just wait, I’m getting bored of online games, so I’ll be slowly quitting.]

[Igguoqueden: I’m really here to show you what ‘sponsorship’ means.]

[Please give me some money: I appreciate your words, but please don’t overdo it. I understand just how difficult it is to gather ‘God’s powers’ to you.]

Right. It’s hard to make money off others.

Even if they draw comics according to my tastes, the attitude of not taking the money for granted was nice.

I was quite satisfied with the developments.

At that moment.

[Please give me some money: Anyway, the holy knight has been decided as Luka.]

[Please give me some money: It’s a pity for Linnea and Ophilia, but this is our one true God Igguoqueden’s strong will.]

[Please give me some money: I believe they have fates more suitable for them.]

?

[Igguoqueden: What are you suddenly talking about??]

[Please give me some money: Huh?]

[Please give me some money: I said it was unfortunate for Linnea and Ophilia… but…]

[Igguoqueden: Why is it unfortunate for them??]

[Please give me some money: Well, they weren’t chosen as holy knights…?]

???

[Igguoqueden: What nonsense is this?]

[Please give me some money: Uh…?]

[Igguoqueden: When did I say to cut them off??]

Cut off the knight pouch and the princess pouch?

Me?

Why???

[Please give me some money: But God Igguoqueden, I know you’re warm-hearted and caring for us.]

[Please give me some money: The position of a holy knight can only be held by one person.]

[Igguoqueden (support / ₩10,000 / I’m giving you money)]

[Please give me some money: No, Igguoqueden, please calm down.]

[Please give me some money: W-wait… let’s just calm down first.]

[Igguoqueden (support / ₩10,000 / What can you do?)]

The only thing better than two breasts is four breasts.

And better than four breasts is eight!

Mom, does God like… you know…?

Yes. God likes… you know.

[Igguoqueden: Give me all of it.]

[Igguoqueden: It’s all mine.]

More female characters, please!!!!