Ch.9595. Dressing Lisia

Belladis seemed to be dreaming.

Entering a theme room guided by her patron deity.

And the beautiful scenery there melted her frozen heart.

‘…Ah.’

With the warm energy, her gaze suddenly turned toward Father God.

More precisely, it turned to his hand that was firmly holding hers.

Father God gently wrapped his hand around hers.

Almost the highest reward a deity could bestow upon a mere believer.

Who could have imagined it?

The act of making direct physical contact with a god.

‘Ah, Father God.’

A powerful memory bubbled up in Vera’s mind.

The overwhelming memory of receiving “holy blood” directly from him.

Strong believers have more sensitive and developed senses.

Enough to vividly recreate the sensations of that day through memory alone.

-Thump. Thump.

The tender emotions she had been suppressing began to bloom.

Ecstasy.

Her gaze, carrying meaningful heat, unconsciously turned toward Father God.

“…Ugh.”

Belladis felt a deep sense of blasphemy.

Not a misunderstanding from confusion, but a clear emotion.

She felt guilty and blamed herself for an intention so clear she couldn’t even lie to herself about it.

‘…How dare I, someone like me.’

She struggled, whipping herself mentally.

She bound her inner beast with all her might to avoid revealing any impure thoughts.

Speaking of beasts, she was reminded of the red-haired believer who would charge forward with blazing eyes for anything related to Father God.

A believer who was human, yet sometimes appeared to be something else.

‘Lisia.’

Recalling her existence cooled her head with a cold emotion.

She was different from that puppy.

That irrational and one-sided emotion that would make one rush toward Father God without considering the circumstances—

It was rather an obstacle to serving Father God.

‘I’m different from you.’

Vera was certain of that.

She would never make the same mistake again.

She would neither start a holy war without his instructions, nor—

‘…..’

Commit the sin worthy of dying a hundred deaths—harming Father God with her own hands.

-All in the name of the patron deity.

Vow after vow.

The restraints suppressing the beast grew stronger and more solid.

When she regained her composure, Belladis had developed an even more devout mindset.

“Want more blood?”

“…Eh?”

However, such determination immediately crumbled at her patron deity’s single suggestion.

#

Taking care of employees well usually improves their efficiency.

Of course, in the relationship between believers and constellations, this needs to be understood more deeply and emotionally—

‘Isn’t it about time?’

I instinctively realized it was time.

That now was precisely the time to treat my believers well.

‘Black Sun…’

Constellations using divine manifestation are fine.

They’re always in the same place as me, and simply living normally is a reward for them.

But believers couldn’t do that.

‘Lisia too’

There was still much I hadn’t done for the beastkin believer “Kalisa” who was carrying out missions somewhere.

“Eh, eh…?”

At the news of my blood donation, Belladis froze in place, her thoughts halted.

“Vera?”

“….”

“Belladis?”

“Believer ‘Belladis Rocheria’ is experiencing intense stimulation.”

Stimulation.

Was it that good?

‘I should have treated her better regularly.’

It’s all the karma of this sinful constellation.

To think I could make someone so happy with just a few drops of blood.

Our vampire believer was truly cost-effective.

“Vera!”

When I raised my voice slightly to call her, the believer finally snapped back to her senses.

However.

-Drip.

“…Huh?”

“F-Father God? Why are you…”

I was also surprised by the red stream flowing from beneath Vera’s straight nose.

“Um… ah.”

Only then did Vera feel something flowing and covered her nose with her hand.

I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to Vera.

“Use this to stop it for now.”

“I-I’m fine.”

“Take it.”

She must be very tired these days.

A faint sense of guilt troubled me again.

“Don’t push yourself too hard. Rest when you need to.”

“T-that’s not it.”

“You’ll be in trouble with me later if you get sick.”

Who decides when someone gets sick?

I opened the system, cast a high-level blessing on Vera—

And visually checked if there were any other ailments.

Actually, there was something concerning.

The blasphemous thought that an S-class believer’s body could be weakened by some illness.

‘That absolutely cannot happen.’

While I’m watching with both eyes wide open, I will not allow our believers to die or get hurt.

“T-then just a little…”

I nodded to Vera’s careful request and raised my finger to prepare for the blood donation.

#

After my enjoyable date with Vera, my next destination was already decided.

“Lisia.”

“….!”

When I called from a distance, Lisia, hearing my voice, approached me in the blink of an eye.

“Did you call for me?”

“Oh.”

“….?”

Service that comes immediately when called.

Indeed, she’s our reliable filial daughter.

“It’s nothing. I see you’re diligently armed as well.”

“Ha, yes! To tear apart the enemies of Father God at any time…”

Her words sound quite brutal.

It was due to her temperament that didn’t hesitate to use somewhat harsh and unrestrained methods when it came to matters related to me.

“You’re doing well.”

After patting the red-haired believer’s head, I immediately revealed today’s business.

“Shall we take a breather?”

“F-Father God. But…”

“It’s okay.”

She expresses the same concern as Belladis did, but it’s no problem for me who has already finished the groundwork.

I’m continuously extracting information from the spies I’ve planted, and even the Source of the World is focusing all its attention on their movements.

At this point, the person with the most leisure was me.

A moment later, Lisia, having disarmed and changed into her usual believer’s attire, carefully stood before me.

Always beautiful and neat attire.

But there was one critical irony.

Until now, Lisia had worn nothing but believer’s attire.

“Lisia.”

“Yes, yes.”

“Is that the only clothing you have…?”

“Yes…? Having become a body serving Father God, I need no other garments.”

So, if I were to open her closet right now, it would be filled with only those white clothes?

‘Oh.’

That’s too sad.

Isn’t it pitiful that someone so pretty and charming has been wearing only one type of clothing all this time?

“This won’t do.”

“….?”

“Follow me.”

So today, I decided to take Lisia around the clothing stores in the shopping district.

“F-Father God. I, this kind of…”

“No? I refuse your refusal. I absolutely cannot allow it.”

I immediately summoned a map through the system.

Looking at the map that clearly organized the areas within the Sanctuary, I easily found clothing stores.

The real top-tier believers are set up for faith value farming or as factories.

But I dislike such a bleak atmosphere, so I spent time decorating it.

The result is this.

“Please come look at our clothes…!”

“Fabrics directly imported from Arieden, Dianon’s finest trading company!”

I was able to create the best shopping district by gathering only the finest selections from around the world.

“Lisia, isn’t there anything you want to wear?”

“Ah…”

The red-haired believer looked up at me with a troubled expression at those words.

I directly and indirectly felt that she truly had nothing but worship in her head.

‘Love is scary.’

Eating to offer better worship.

Washing to avoid showing an irreverent appearance to Father God.

Sleeping to engrave a devout mindset in her head every day.

Lisia’s mind was already infinitely powered by church worship and passion for Father God.

“Hmm…”

This won’t do.

Lisia needed to be happy.

‘But how?’

I’m troubled because I don’t know the believer’s preferences to choose clothes right away.

And can I choose directly?

When I was living my previous life, I barely dressed enough to appear as a functioning person.

But I’m completely ignorant about women’s clothing.

After pondering for a while, a good idea came to mind.

‘If I splurge on expensive things, wouldn’t that cover more than half?’

Money is overflowing anyway, and just a short walk away is a luxury shop selling and buying Dianon-made luxury goods.

“This is it.”

“F-Father God…?”

“Let’s go, Lisia. Luxury shopping spree!”

“…Yes!”

Watching the believer who enthusiastically followed me without understanding what joke I was making, I decided to make Lisia feel human happiness today.

“W-welcome.”

As we entered the store, I saw the puzzled face of an employee.

Currently, we both are wearing artifacts that conceal our identities.

Therefore, ordinary human eyes would never recognize us.

“We’re here to buy some clothes.”

“…Did you perhaps make a reservation-“

I belatedly realized as the employee asked carefully and politely.

That in such expensive places, reservations are almost mandatory.

‘But I’m a constellation.’

However, in this area at least, I am the king and their master.

When I showed the church identification badge from my pocket, the employee’s face turned pale and she moved toward the interior of the store as if escaping.

“Uh…”

I didn’t mean to scare her like that, but after waiting briefly, a middle-aged man who seemed to be in a high position approached us, bowing.

“I-I greet the apostles serving Father God. That, well…”

“This is Believer Lisia.”

As Lisia stepped forward and opened her mouth, his face turned pale like the previous employee’s and he broke out in a cold sweat.

“I greet the apostle who serves the will of the world…!”

“Yes.”

“May I ask about your purpose…?”

At that, Lisia gave me a look.

Finding the situation amusing, I watched without saying anything, and the flustered Lisia spoke up.

“We are on a special operation.”

“….! I see!”

“Please introduce us to the best-selling clothing in this store.”

“…?”

Special operation. And clothing.

It’s a word pairing that doesn’t match a believer at all, but no one would dare question an apostle’s words.

A few more employees emerged from inside the store and began enthusiastically introducing clothes.

“This was personally created by our master…”

“Specially made to reflect the clothing trends of the Regalium Kingdom…”

“Inspired by traditional beastkin attire…”

The clothes were certainly beautiful.

However.

‘This is draining.’

Thinking that our Lisia would wear them made it bearable.

Indeed, as a constellation, I clearly lacked talent in fashion from birth.

After a long explanation time, numerous garments were displayed before Lisia and me as if lined up in formation.

“Lisia.”

“Yes.”

“Is there anything you want to wear?”

“….”

Lisia seemed to be feeling the same perplexity as me.

Then there’s only one way.

“Let’s try them all on.”

“….?”

“I’ll watch, so change into them one by one and come out.”

Thus began what could be called the believer customization mode.