episode_0401

I ran away from the funeral home and hid in the church’s reception room. I quietly closed the curtains due to the commotion coming from outside. After making eye contact with the church members, I quickly pulled the curtains down.

“Oooh! The incarnation of the goddess looked at me! You will inspire me!”

“That person didn’t see you! You saw me!”

“Stop talking nonsense! The goddess’ eyes were on me!”

The solemn atmosphere of the funeral had disappeared, and as the streetscape was filled with madness, I once again felt that I was the goddess and her believers.

Even if it’s just ordinary believers, why are people like religious leaders and bishops who are supposed to stop this doing that? They are really the goddess and her followers.

I looked at the window with frowning eyes, thinking I was getting tired of it, and then turned my head inside with a sigh.

There was a bald dog with his head on the ground.

Although it was a punishment for only watching rather than coming to protect the owner even though he was in trouble, the two seemed relaxed.

Although they are merely knights in the Aln family, they would have played important roles elsewhere, so hitting their heads would be nothing.

Even though I knew this, I didn’t bother to change the content of the punishment. Anyway, the intention was more to undermine my pride than to cause physical hardship.

“…Hey. Lucy?”

“What is it? An incompetent fox with nothing to care about other than its soft fur.”

“Can’t you just let go now? I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if this continues.”

“You really lack intelligence. I’m telling you to go out of your mind. That’s stupid.”

The goofy fox in my arms protested with a trembling voice, but I ignored her complaints.

You say you protect me from other perverts, but when I really need you, you join the perverts?

I can never forgive you. You will have to be my doll to heal my mentality until I get out of the cult.

After easily suppressing the struggling fox, I sat down on the sofa and looked around.

When I looked around this living room before acquiring the skill called aesthetic sense, I had no idea. I just thought it was neat and nice.

But it’s different now that I have the skills. Now that I have received the blessing from the stalker crow, I understand how meticulously this parlor was designed.

Starting with the location of the furniture and the color combination of the furniture and walls. Design of tableware used. In addition, each and every element that may seem insignificant was mixed with artistic sensibility.

The person who designed this place must have been a perverted apostle. Because if it weren’t for him, such an anomaly wouldn’t have been possible.

As I was once again feeling the greatness of the perverted apostle, I suddenly thought of an interesting idea.

In the game, the skill called aesthetic sense was a useless skill other than being able to buy expensive items at a low price.

It’s a pretty useful skill if you want to play as a merchant and get the maximum amount of gold, but other than that, it doesn’t really have any meaning.

But that’s the story in the game. Wouldn’t the story be different now that games have turned into reality? For example, finding the beauty of martial arts and optimizing it…

“Bad reception.”

“Yes! Lady!”

“Can’t you bark appropriately? It’s noisy. Or something. Are you doing this on purpose to complain to me?”

“Sorry. I will correct it.”

“Ah. So you don’t want to be forgiven? Are you deliberately starting a fight because you want to get scolded at me? Pervert bastard. It’s so gross I don’t even want to step on it.”

“I’m really sorry. Miss.”

“That’s it. Stop talking nonsense, get up and swing your sword.”

It may have been an incomprehensible request, but Karl immediately stood up and did what I said.

In an instant, the sword was pulled from the sword’s waist and cut through the air. The sword of the sword was something I had seen countless times in the Aln Territory, but now it seemed new to my eyes.

The first thing that stands out is the hand holding the sword. His hand, which had been wielding a sword for a long time, was attuned to the sword.

To someone who doesn’t know anything about radish, it would look like a flagship, but to my eyes, which have acquired an aesthetic sense, the hand looked like a work of art.

The same was true for the sword made by the sword. His sword, which seemed insignificant at first glance, seemed as valuable as gold to me now.

However, it didn’t seem perfect. Something is missing. I think it will become really beautiful if it goes a little further, but I don’t know where it’s lacking.

Argh. It’s annoying.

“Do you need more?”

As I was pondering with my brows furrowed, Carl cautiously raised his voice.

“Try it.”

I tried to find the shortcomings in the sword’s path, but the more I frowned, the more annoyed I became.

In the end, unable to find an answer, I put the knife back and sat on the bald man next to him.

“Ah. Lady!?”

“Are my ears strange? Why does the chair talk?”

The bald man let out a puzzled voice, but kept his mouth shut at my next words. He understood that he was in a position to be punished.

The same thing happened to Karl, who bit his lip. If this guy is a bald guy, he must be thinking right now why his place was taken by a bald guy.

I don’t know why, but as I crossed my arms over the bald man’s slightly trembling back, I thought about the aesthetic possibilities I had just seen.

In the end, aesthetic sense is literally an instinct. You come to know it naturally by seeing it with your eyes and feeling it with your body.

I couldn’t find a way to describe it in the game, so I made it into a trash skill, but now that it’s reality, it’s different.

I am now able to go beyond simply finding out the value of things and find beauty in everything I see and feel.

This is why the crow made such a fuss.

This is a truly amazing skill!

Humming in joy, I stood up on the bald man’s back, thinking that by now I would know why the idiot fox and the perverted apostle were making such a fuss.

hmm.

Mmm.

It’s definitely pretty and cute, though.

It’s to the point where I wonder if there’s any point in touching it.

It’s true that it naturally attracts attention wherever it goes.

Is it worth making such a fuss?

As I was looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I tried to move around to see if I could make a difference, but in the end, I couldn’t sympathize with the perverts.

No matter how pretty you are, it seems difficult to focus on yourself. Narcissists are also amazing in their own way.

dump!

I turned my head after hearing the sound of something collapsing and froze when I saw the Perverted Apostle lying outside the door.

uh. Since when have you been watching? It hasn’t been long, right?! I guess so!?

‘…Why didn’t you tell me!?’

‘It’s not a happy event for the parties involved?!’

As I was stamping my feet with my face turning red from embarrassment, I heard a coughing sound next to me.

Erin and Alsatin turned their heads and were trying hard to hold back their laughter.

Realizing that there was no way out of this dark situation, I brought my knees together on the sofa and buried my face in the stupid fox’s fur.

The idiot fox, who had fainted a long time ago, calmly covered my red face.

*

After the entire church came together to see Lucy Alln off, the leader of the Arts Church, who escaped the hot streets, returned to his place of work and let out a long breath.

I know I have a lot of things to do right now, but I can’t get my hands on anything.

The inspiration left behind by Lucy Aln, a girl who I couldn’t quite believe was the same person, and who would rather be called the incarnation of a goddess, was far more persuasive, shaking my heart.

If it weren’t for my status as a religious leader, I would have been exercising my inspiration as much as other believers by now!

…Do I really have to work now?

It’s okay to put off work until later, but if you don’t follow this inspiration now, it may leave you at any moment.

Even if some problems arise, wouldn’t it be more beneficial to the church if it succeeds in completing art that will raise the prestige of the church?

While the cult leader was repeating rationalizations that he should never have done as the head of a group, the door to his office opened and Frete appeared.

It was against etiquette to enter a room without even knocking, but neither the leader nor Prete paid any attention to him.

For two people who had been together for a long time, small courtesy meant nothing.

“Did you leave safely?”

“He went away shouting that all the perverts here should be thrown in jail.”

“This is won. It was a shame to bring the lady back.”

“You never know. You said before that you would never go to a place where a pervert like you is an apostle.”

The cult leader’s eyes became fierce as he saw Frete smiling happily.

You bastard. Doesn’t that mean you’ve been monopolizing someone like that all this time? Even if it was the same for other believers, they should have thought about sharing the joy with me, the religious leader.

“Uh huh. Do you have a strange expression?”

“It’s not strange, it’s just glaring.”

“Not being polite to the apostles?”

“Then shouldn’t you be polite to the leader of your religious sect?”

“Courtesy?”

As soon as Frete made a sound, the cult leader’s expression distorted, but the cult leader’s anger did not last long.

Before the leader could truly shout, Frete took out a picture from his arms.

The painting, which showed Lucy Alln puffing out her cheeks while looking into the mirror, was as vivid as if it had depicted the scene on site.

“Who should be polite?”

“…is this?”

“I drew a picture of the Lady looking in the mirror and being cute. On the honor of being an apostle, I can assure you that it is no different from the reality.”

The head of the cult swallowed her saliva without realizing it when she saw the picture, but after much thought, she shook off the temptation by shaking her head.

“There are five more pictures similar to this. Is it really not necessary?”

“…Sorry! Apostle of the Church! I didn’t know the topic!”

I couldn’t pay it. There were too many things in Frete’s hands for that to happen.

Even though the cult leader calmly admitted defeat and hit his head, Frete’s arrogance showed no sign of letting up.

“Is the leader of the religious denomination only capable of that much?”

what. Does he have something more? What else is there still?

Frete, who slowly raised his head to meet the bewildered eyes of the religious leader, crossed his arms tentatively and continued speaking.

“I came here to ask Lady Aln for permission to do whatever I want with art related to her.”

“…Really?”

“Real.”

“Betting on the goddess?”

“Betting on my art.”

“Fuck! hey! Prete! I love you! ”

“Get the hell away! Teacher! Why is this happening between us?”