I, the Holy Maiden of Light, tear apart the Outer Gods.

But that's not important!

While Ange was lost in her fantasies, Cthulhu's expression changed repeatedly.

She never imagined that she, as the Queen of R'lyeh, would one day reach the point where she would need to be kept by someone.

This is an absolute disgrace!

Especially since this woman had recently pierced herself with something thick and long, and now she's even put a collar on herself...

Cthulhu grew angrier the more she thought about it, but considering the current fighting strength of both sides, she decisively chose to follow her heart.

“Okay.” Cthulhu nodded.

He'd rather die than take a free meal.

...

Meanwhile, at the Royal Capital Church.

The religious council, which operated under the name of the Divine Prayer Society, has finally come to an end.

The various religions were well aware of the reasons why the Church of Light convened this meeting. Therefore, in order to curry favor with the Church of Light and to avoid becoming the next Ocean Crying Society, they all shrewdly joined in the verbal attacks against the Ocean Crying Society.

In the end, the Ocean Church paid off nearly three-fifths of its resources to avoid being labeled a cult by the public.

However, they themselves were well aware that after this incident, their strength would be severely depleted, and it was uncertain whether they could maintain the influence of the church in Haina City, where the main church was located, let alone expand their missionary work.

Although they were suffering in their hearts, they dared not speak of it.

Pope Jeremiah's expression did not improve much because of their yielding.

"Let's conclude the prayer meeting here. I believe that after this gathering, everyone will have a better understanding of divine pronouncements." Pope Jelinea sat at the head of the table, her expressionless gaze sweeping over each of the bishops below.

Most of them could only nod silently, while the rest remained silent.

Jeline rubbed her temples and looked at the closed doors of the hall. "Bring Lena in."

"Yes."

Not long after, Lena, dressed in a nun's habit, was led into the hall by several nuns.

As soon as the little girl entered, she received a wave of attention from the bigwigs of various religions.

"Um... is there something you need?" The little girl shrank her neck.

Pope Gerina remained silent for a moment, then, amidst the astonished gazes of the other popes, announced:

"As you all know, our saintess is currently missing. This is our church's candidate saintess. If we confirm that the saintess is missing, she will succeed her and become our next saintess."

The popes: "???"

Lena: "???"

Ange's mom, please come back soon! I don't want to be a saint!

Chapter 3, Section 106: I'm not going back!

After leaving a few gold coins as a thank you gift, Ange took Cthulhu and left the village, heading south towards the border fortress of the Ors Empire.

“Let’s go to the Church of Light at the border fortress first, to let them know we’re safe. We can also go into the city to replenish our supplies and buy some clothes,” Ange suggested.

Anjie couldn't wait to change her clothes.

She was still wearing the clothes that Nyarlathotep had conjured up. Although they were sturdy and durable, there was no guarantee that someone wouldn't suddenly decide to use their mind to probe her.

Anjie didn't want to expose herself in public.

That's practically a law-level social death!

Cthulhu curled his lip in disdain but did not refute.

After identifying herself as a citizen of the Empire, Ange easily entered the fortress, but Cthulhu encountered some trouble.

"Miss, please show me your identification."

"Huh? You mere human dare to block my way!"

"Miss, please don't be unreasonable. Please show your identification."

"You bastard, who's being unreasonable with you! Do you even know who I am! Do you believe I'll sink you into the deep sea?!"

"...If you continue to cause trouble, I will expel you in accordance with fortress law. I'll ask you one last time, please show me your identification."

"you--"

Ange quickly ran over and covered Cthulhu's mouth, then smiled apologetically at the fortress guards, "Sorry, this is my maid. It's so cold outside, she seems to have frozen her brain."

Upon hearing this, Cthulhu instantly flew into a rage, "Who's your maid! You're the one who's out of your mind!"

The guards also frowned, looking at Anjie with suspicion.

Ange maintained a sweet smile on the surface, but secretly grabbed the pendant around Cthulhu's neck.

As a shimmering white light appeared, Cthulhu's eyes showed a moment of confusion.

When it was restored, Cthulhu was already standing obediently to the side, saying, "Master, it was Cthulhu's fault. I'm sorry."

Ange gently rubbed Cthulhu's head, ignoring the little girl's bright red earlobes.

That was because she was angry.

“We are nuns from the Church of Light. Here, this is our identification.” Ange smiled and handed the identification documents from the Church of Light to the guard.

These certificates are issued uniformly by the Holy Church of the Royal Capital and bear the church's exclusive anti-counterfeiting magical seal, so there is virtually no possibility of counterfeiting.

However, for Ange, creating a magical mark was far too easy.

The guards checked the two people and, after confirming there were no problems, let them in.

As Cthulhu walked past the guard, the guard deliberately reminded her, "The fortress clinic is in the southwest corner. Remember to take her to get her brain checked. Even if she's a maid, as her master, you should take care of her health."

"Yes, yes, yes," Anjie replied hastily, suppressing a laugh.

After turning a street corner, Ange touched the pendant around Cthulhu's neck again, and the little girl finally broke free from control.

"You bastard... how dare you... how dare you make the Lord of R'lyeh call you master!! You... you..."

"Alright, alright. You only ever use the same two words when you swear: 'bastard' or 'pervert.' People who know you know you don't really know how to swear, but people who don't might think you're flirting with me."

“...You bastard... Humph!” Cthulhu instinctively wanted to retort, but under the girl’s amused gaze, he looked away with resentment, while simultaneously adding Ange’s crime to his mental notebook.

First, there is Ange, who committed the sin of disrespect, daring to blaspheme the Lord of R'lyeh. Once my power is restored, I will sink her to the bottom of the sea. Second, there is Kastal, who committed the sin of incitement, allowing her insane daughter to insult the Lord of R'lyeh. Once my power is restored, I will sink her to the bottom of the sea as well!

Ange had no idea that in Cthulhu's mind, she had already been raped by her several times.

Now all she wants to do is buy a new outfit and have a nice meal.

"Wrap up this outfit, this outfit, and this outfit for me!" Anjie waved her hand and swept away several expensive clothes in the shopkeeper's delighted gaze.

Her actions naturally drew disdain from Cthulhu. "Ha, it's just a few rags, what's there to be happy about?"

Ange's gaze fell on Cthulhu, and she silently looked the little girl up and down.

Cthulhu instinctively took two steps back.

When she tried to turn and run away, it was too late.

"Hey, don't grab me by the back of my collar and lift me up! It's not authoritative!"

"Okay. But you have to be a good girl and change into those clothes one by one, and let me see."

"?"

Following the direction Anjie pointed, all that could be seen were cool, revealing dresses.

Coolness in every sense.

Cthulhu made an X with his hands in front of his chest. "Impossible!"

"Hehe, that's not up to you." Anjie smiled mischievously, her fingertip touching the pendant.

So, an hour later—

A satisfied Ange skipped out of the clothing store, while Cthulhu looked utterly dejected.

Having broken free of the seal for the first time, and encountering the child of her enemy, the two joys overlapped, bringing even more joy. She should have been enjoying a dreamlike period of happiness, but why did it turn out like this...?

While Cthulhu was in a state of autism, Ange was overjoyed.

Actually, she had wanted to try dressing up other people for a long time.

Although she used to have Lena, she didn't know if Chief Judge Joan had taught her something, but whenever she dressed Lena in cute yet sexy outfits, Lena would stare at her seriously and say, "Sister Joan said that what Ange's mother did was illegal, and she would be arrested and imprisoned in the capital. So... Ange's mother, can you please not do such perverted things?"

Every time that happened, Anjie felt like crying but had no tears left to shed.

Where did my big, cute, gentle, and sweet little girl go? When did she turn into a bulletproof vest?

This desire to change clothes had been suppressed until Ange encountered Cthulhu.

The same petite and adorable loli-like figure.

However, the other party was completely unable to refute his orders.

She might even blush and reluctantly lift her skirt to show herself her panties.

This is simply heaven!

[By the way, weren't you so eager to escape before? Now you've been teleported to the northern border, and the Holy Church in the capital can't find you.]

"Oh, right. Then why would I go back?"

Anjie fell into deep thought.

Being able to train Cthulhu lolis and escape the constraints of the Royal Capital Cathedral... is there a better life than this?

Anjie made a decision.

"I'm not going back!"

P.S.: The images from the previous chapter were removed. If you want to see them, I suggest trying to find the comic.