Chapter 146
Chapter 146
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 146
Chapter Title: God's Love
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The Observer stared at the message from the god once again.
Strangely enough, it felt far more thrilling than the moment she had lusted after divine power...
This was something close to instinct. An instinct she couldn't have discovered without gaining life.
"I love you... Lord Igugwoden loves me."
She repeated the words over and over.
The more she said them, the stranger she felt. Experiences, sensations, and thoughts she'd never felt before obtaining a body assaulted her like a typhoon.
"...Ehehehe."
The Observer smiled, stroking her own cheek with her hand and letting out a pointless giggle.
Was the word "love" this sweet?
Hadn't she always expressed her gratitude? Hadn't she spoken countless times of her thanks for "Lord Igugwoden's boundless love"?
She didn't even know herself what was different now compared to then—
But anyway, right now, she just liked the word "love."
She liked that she could say it herself—that she could even make a voice.
"......"
And so, while the Observer was lost in her own flights of fancy, giggling "hehe" without even observing the next scene—
Her Kin carefully gazed at the glass window displaying the message from the god to the Observer and thought.
'It might be a more dangerous situation than I thought.'
Her Kin thought that from the moment she gained life, the Observer would no longer act on the same logic as the rest of their kin.
Just moments ago, her Kin had been so shocked by the sight of the Observer daring to voice her opinion to the god that she couldn't even open her mouth.
They knew better than anyone that if Lord Igugwoden abandoned them, they would all vanish in the end—how could she dare do such a thing, defy the god?
It was only because Lord Igugwoden was merciful and compassionate—
If he had been something like the "evil god" known as the Dtamuk Thinking Army, he might have stopped sponsoring them right then and lost interest in their world entirely.
'It seems I need to keep my wits about me properly.'
Though she was proceeding on her own without consulting her—
The fortunate part was that Lord Igugwoden seemed to cherish the Observer—and them—immensely.
That's why he gifted food from the realm of the gods. No god had ever shown interest in the Observer herself, not just the reflected world.
It seemed fine for the time being—but if they let their guard down forever, there was no guarantee they wouldn't follow in the footsteps of their vanishing kin.
—What if.
What if suddenly, the one who gained something resembling a body was her, not the Observer—
And she was the one who could eat chicken.
Would she, too, shamelessly commit such absurd acts?
The thought crossed her mind—but it didn't lead to deeper reflection.
Her Kin had no ego.
The sole reason driving her Kin was to somehow attract the god's attention and induce as much sponsorship as possible—that was all.
She didn't feel jealousy rising at the sight of the Observer receiving the god's unilateral attention—
In that sense, this might actually be quite a convenient situation for her Kin.
* * *
"Ah...!"
At Erin's urgent-sounding voice, Pibiola asked with a worried expression.
"Saintess? What's wrong? Your face has been flushed since earlier, and you don't look well..."
"Huh? No, it's... nothing."
Just moments ago.
Erin had definitely felt, with her entire body, that she was connected to the god through some kind of power.
—The god was looking at her.
This wasn't just some abstract notion. The god had truly been watching her with his own eyes in real time!
And... he had stroked her head. Not some hidden meaning—it was literal.
To others, it would look like she was just standing there blankly, so no matter how she explained, they wouldn't understand... but Erin knew. She knew the god had looked upon her and left.
Of course—Erin was the Saintess.
The one and only being in the world chosen by the god, granted the authority to act as his proxy.
"...It's nothing, Lady Pibiola."
"I see. That's a relief, then..."
Leaving Pibiola behind, Erin cautiously gazed at the statue in the square.
Though her eyes were fixed on the statue—her mind was dominated by entirely different thoughts.
——Why.
Why... did he just stroke my head and leave...?
Even now—at this very moment, or for a lifetime—she would never forget.
Soaking in the hot spring made from the god's love, hearing the first oracle from his proxy.
The command to never forget that she was a woman.
Erin was always acutely aware of that fact, as if it were the most natural thing.
She was a woman. Every time she thought of the god, the tingling in her lower abdomen was the fiercest proof that she was a woman.
So, looking at her briefly and stroking her head... that was nice, of course.
But more...
For the god to see me as...
'I wish he would claim me more—as his woman, from head to toe... body and soul, all of it... as his own...'
Zing zing.
The moment that thought crossed her mind, her lower abdomen buzzed again.
It was a truly depraved, raw desire. Utterly irreverent for a Saintess serving the god.
If he was going to stroke her head.
She couldn't help but think it would have been nice if he... did other things too.
Erin carefully pulled out the Holy Scripture from her waist. And then... she pressed it to her chest and hugged it tightly.
'Lord Igugwoden...'
The young woman tormented by desire regained her purity before the Holy Scripture.
...Yes.
If the god himself didn't do it, wouldn't it be strange for her to ask for it?
The god had commanded her to "never forget you are a woman," and with his own power, he had impregnated her with providence—
Even if not now, the moment of sacred union with the god was inevitable for her as the Saintess.
She kept scolding herself not to forget her modesty until then, not to succumb to base urges.
'I mustn't act on desire. As a Saintess, until the god wills it. Until he chooses... I must wait and wait.'
Erin slowly offered her prayer.
In the moment of prayer, the complexity in her mind seemed to fade away.
Pibiola watched Erin like that and wondered why she was suddenly acting like this—but she didn't add any words.
Everyone had their own circumstances, and she was no longer young enough not to know that prying too much was impolite.
From the start, she was one of the "oblivious" Elves. Her feelings for the god and her faith were both at a novice level.
—And then.
The one who "could notice."
The woman whose feelings for the god and faith had long surpassed their limits—Eirene.
Just as Erin had clearly sensed the god... she could faintly detect his presence.
For someone who wasn't the Saintess, this was an extraordinary ability.
'The god... came to Miss Erin.'
She couldn't know the details, but it seemed he had shared a brief communion with her.
She had noticed it when he came to converse, but Lord Igugwoden was incredibly affectionate and kind.
Seeing the devout Miss Erin flushed and tormented like that—it must have been a very intimate exchange—
—Women's intuition.
As a woman, Eirene's instincts read the subtle mood on Erin's delicate expression.
It was—frustration from unmet desire.
Impudent for a Saintess, but understandable as a comrade in love for the god.
Eirene carefully recalled Erin's teachings.
After bathing together and opening her heart, she had since shared things like "the mindset of a Saintess."
Her profile as she spoke of the fulfillment in purely devoting herself to honing the god's words for the inevitable descent shimmered with an indescribable sparkle.
'Then... did Miss Erin push away the god's communion to uphold her duties as Saintess?'
As expected of a woman ruling as Empress.
Though not a perfect deduction, in terms of "pushing away the god's communion," it was astonishingly close to the truth.
Eirene slowly raised her head to gaze at the sky.
...Are you there?
Are you watching over us?
And—impudent like the Saintess Erin, but crossing lines the Saintess could not, without a second thought.
'Lord Igugwoden. I... I won't push you away.'
'Whatever it is, if it's what you desire... you can have it all.'
Distinct hearts engraved themselves in Eirene's eyes as she looked at the sky.
From the beginning, her chastity had been entirely for Lord Igugwoden.
If he desired it... of course, she could discard it.
No— this was it from the start.
To offer everything to the one and only being she loved—that was the true meaning of "upholding chastity"!
'This or that... everything you desire, all of it... don't forget it's possible... ♥'
—While the Observer was lost in other thoughts and not observing—
Two women were going wild with love for the Sole God.
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'Oh!'
The next day, the moment I got home, I checked the game right away, and a few buttons had been added next to the screen shining on the world.
[ Igugwoden: What's this?? ]
[ Igugwoden: Some buttons appeared ]
[ Please Give Me Money: We are filling in the missing parts one by one in the process of implementing the system ]
[ Please Give Me Money: If you are now noticing what you couldn't before, we cautiously speculate it may be that ]
[ Please Give Me Money: We will do our utmost to build a perfect observation system even in the new world ]
Roughly, "We updated the game. Lots of missing features since it was rushed in two days. We'll add more functions going forward. It's early access vibe, so please understand," right?
Well, what I saw yesterday was honestly less a game and more a GIF with tooltips.
Touching Erin here and there was fun in its own way, but it hardly qualified as a game.
I checked the buttons that had appeared next to the screen one by one.
And... the moment I saw the text on the topmost button, I burst out laughing without realizing it.
"Puhat!"
It felt like—finally, the moment had arrived.
That button was dazzlingly brilliant and blatantly obvious.
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