They are all characters I control.

"And those guys from the Inquisition! Ophelia's causing me trouble again! She's desperately trying to find out about this evil god emperor!"

"The church is receiving less and less donations, and the nobles within the various empires and kingdoms are paying lip service while secretly resisting!"

"I have to clean up all these messes! How much time do I have to spend dealing with these problems every day?! Why? Just because I'm a prayer agent? Everyone's causing me trouble!"

Isabelle's voice rose in volume with excitement, and her shaking turned into pounding Claire's chest with her small fists.

Although the punch wasn't very powerful, more like a massage, it was still annoying.

Just like a crazy ex-girlfriend.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Claire couldn't move, let alone make a sound, not even twitch her eyelids.

Claire loves watching women fight and go crazy.

He was desperately trying to suppress his curiosity and not peek.

It should be noted that the Church of the Goddess holds an absolutely sacred and supreme position throughout the entire continent.

Who would have thought that the acting saint, who was the highest-ranking saint in the Goddess Church, would be so repressed when no one knew about her?

Fortunately, the acting saintess's stamina was limited; after venting her frustrations on Claire for a while,

Isabelle's mouth was dry, her arms were tired, and her fists ached.

Isabelle, her forehead beaded with sweat and panting heavily, leaned on her holy staff, her chest heaving as she breathed.

After resting for a while, she stood up straight and tidied her clothes.

It seemed Isabelle was preparing to leave, and Claire, who had just been punched by a madman, breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just as Isabelle turned around, her aching arm failed to grasp the scepter, causing the scepter, inlaid with magic crystals, to fall towards Claire.

As luck would have it, the hard crystal fell right between Claire's legs.

With a loud crash, the scepter missed its target and fell to the ground.

Claire, still in the position of bending backward, awkwardly looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

The air around him seemed to freeze.

Chapter 16? And there's mosaic too.

The scepter of the acting saint lay at Claire's feet.

Claire slowly straightened up under Isabelle's watchful and wary gaze.

Well, I can't keep up the act anymore.

It's not his fault. Any man, even Tyson, would flinch if he saw something about to hit between his legs.

Now that she's been exposed, there's nothing she can do. Claire looked at Isabelle, the acting saintess who was also observing her.

He wasn't in a hurry to explain or pretend to be stupid.

Compared to his previous furtive glances, he could now openly and directly survey the acting saintess before him.

I have to say, this game is quite well-made.

Claire straightened up and, with the help of the floating orb of light in the dungeon, saw the full appearance of the "Acting Saintess" before her for the first time.

Isabelle looked to be in her early twenties, with a small, exquisite crown adorning her brilliant blonde hair.

But as you look further down, the style starts to look off.

She wore a white robe with gold trim, made of top-quality material that was soft and drapey, with intricate holy flame emblems embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

But the robe had clearly been "modified," fitting her extremely snugly to accentuate the astonishing fullness of her chest. So much so that the holy emblem hanging on her chest had to awkwardly occupy a place between those two soft mounds.

Her slender waist was cinched by a gold belt, creating a waist-to-hip ratio that Claire couldn't help but glance at a few more times.

A thumb-sized sapphire was set in the center of her belt, rising and falling slightly with her slightly rapid breathing.

Her robe reached the ground, but on the section of her ankle that was exposed when she turned around, there was a thin silver chain with a small bell hanging from it—the source of the "ding-a-ling" sound just now.

The bell was so small that Claire wouldn't have noticed it if she hadn't been so close.

A charismatic saint wearing bells.

A phrase inexplicably popped into Claire's mind: Cats don't wear bells, but saints do.

Look at her face again—

The character is a standard anime-style bishoujo (beautiful girl) with features so exquisite they seem unreal. Her azure eyes are currently staring at him warily, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow in the holy light.

With a high nose bridge and lips pressed into a thin line, he exuded an awkward sense of "I'm angry but I have to maintain my dignity."

But the most fatal flaw is that aura.

Logically speaking, a saintly figure should be a symbol of holiness, nobility, and inviolability.

But when this woman stood there, the curves of her body, taut by the modified holy robe, coupled with her face slightly flushed from venting her emotions, and the rise and fall of her chest with her breath—

She's supposed to be a substitute saintess, but she's more like a succubus dressed as a priestess for cosplay.

It's still that "saying no but doing the opposite" version.

"What are you looking at?" Isabelle noticed his gaze and subconsciously took a half step back, but immediately realized that this action was unbecoming of her authority, so she stopped in her tracks.

Claire looked at the acting saintess who was holding the scepter and had a serious expression.

“Heh… I’m looking at the big cup.” Claire wasn’t intimidated at all.

The way this acting saintess vented her anger on me just now was no different from that of an ordinary woman.

Besides, he didn't regard the church as something particularly prestigious more than a hundred years ago.

"Large? What's a large?" Isabelle wouldn't care if an ordinary person used such an unfamiliar term.

The problem is, the man before them is Claire, the evil god emperor who once killed an archbishop.

The words of a guy who makes the church feel threatened naturally need to be taken seriously.

But Isabelle felt that Claire seemed to be staring at her chest?

"Hmm? A large cup is a cup, right?" Claire blinked and raised her chin to give Isabelle a gesturing look at her chest.

Isabelle was still a little confused. She knew about the cup, but where was she with a cup right now?

“The small cups for drinking milk are called small cups,” Claire explained slowly. “The medium-sized cups are called medium cups, and the large ones are naturally called large cups.”

Isabelle pondered the words for two seconds, then looked down at herself.

As the acting saintess, she was naturally not stupid, and she immediately understood what Claire meant by "large milk cup".

Her face flushed crimson instantly, and she instinctively covered her chest with her arm, both shocked and furious: "You! You blasphemer! How could you... see me clearly?! The Holy Light has no effect on you?"

Isabelle suddenly realized a more crucial issue.

The Acting Saintess assists the Saintess and, together with the archbishops responsible for managing various countries, forms the 'Holy Council,' undoubtedly a high-ranking figure in the Church second only to the Saintess.

To reach such a high level, one must possess powerful divine magic within their body.

Therefore, Isabelle is enveloped in a soft holy light, which blurs her figure in the eyes of others, thus making believers and nobles even more reverent.

Even the acting saints and archbishops of similar rank to Isabelle couldn't clearly tell whether it was a large, medium, or small cup like Claire could.

"So it even has built-in mosaic? No wonder you dare to dress like a succubus, you're quite the player." Claire scoffed.

"Shut up!" Isabelle's chest heaved even more with anger, but her long-standing position and experience as the Saintess's proxy allowed her to quickly calm down.

Putting aside the topic of the large cup, she stared intently at Claire: "Why did you awaken? For the past hundred years you've been like a lifeless object! Has the seal loosened?"

During this conversation, Isabelle had checked the seal on Claire's body more than ten times.

The seals remain, and Claire is still imprisoned.

However, Claire has now regained consciousness and is even able to make fun of herself?

“Who knows?” Claire interrupted her, speaking in a deliberately lazy tone.

"Maybe I was woken up by some crazy old woman who comes to 'check in' every day, hitting and cursing me with a stick?"

A barely perceptible hint of embarrassment flashed across Isabelle's face.

I thought Claire was unconscious, so I didn't take my role as the acting saintess into consideration at all.

Knowing that Claire was faking being asleep made Isabelle feel quite ashamed.

But such shame must not be known to the opponent. Isabelle forced herself to remain calm: "Well, you're right. After all, I've been 'purifying' you since I was a child, and I've been slapping you for more than ten years. It's possible that I'm the one who woke you up."

"Aren't you being too repressed? Are all church people like this? Have you had a perverted fetish for whipping corpses since you were a child?" This time it was Claire's turn to break down.

I thought this was a big cup I'd only been trying out in the last few years, but I never imagined I'd been drawn into this cup since I was a kid.

He raised a little girl without even realizing it?!

Chapter 17 I'll Pretend to Be Dead, and You'll Deliver Takeout to Me

"Because you are an evil god! You are a defilement that taints the world!"

The noble surrogate saintess Isabelle did not want to be seen as some kind of pervert.

Although Claire had just witnessed her venting her emotions, she had her reasons for doing so.

Isabelle raised her scepter, and at its tip, a sphere of light, even more dazzling and imbued with greater divine power than before, coalesced.

"By punishing you, my divine magic will improve! This is the goddess's blessing upon my piety and effort!"

Claire stared at the ball of light, so angry she almost laughed: "Damn it, so after all this time, I'm just a training fodder for you to gain experience?!"

"Then you'd better pray that this seal is strong enough, so I can repay you properly when I get out of here someday."

Isabelle chuckled at his words: "Get out? Don't dream about it. Do you still think you're that fearsome evil emperor from a hundred years ago?"

"Not many people outside know you exist; everyone thinks you're dead."

"The fact that you are still alive is known only to a very small number of core members of the Church of Goddess. Many newly elected bishops and candidates for sainthood are unaware of it."

That's true; Claire saw in the books in the Royal Academy Library that it said he was dead.

It's likely that only those involved in the original Rost family know he's not dead, and even then, they would have to leave behind notes or something similar, which their descendants might not be able to see.

Even if those descendants see the notes written by their ancestors and say that the evil god emperor Claire did not die.

But Claire never reappeared for a century, and her descendants probably thought their ancestors were just making things up.

Therefore, what is truly terrifying is not being hated, but being completely erased from existence.

It must be said that the Church of Goddess has done a very good job in this regard.

Claire grinned instead: "So what? I'm immortal, I have plenty of time. I can outlive your grandfather, and I can outlive you too. I have plenty of time to wait for my chance."

Besides, he still has the system.

Although he can only control Liya, the useless young lady who is bullied and oppressed by her family, he is already changing Liya's situation.

I just learned the location of the [Guardian's Peeping] that broke the seal, so regaining my freedom is only a matter of time.

"You!" Isabelle was speechless at this shameless statement.

But at this moment, she refused to give up: "Then before I die, I will bury you alive here, so that you will lie here in pain forever, never to be known by anyone."

What followed was like two children arguing about the sun, a pointless exchange of harsh words.

"You're hardly the saintly representative of the church! Your methods are truly vile! Bah!"

“A wicked emperor like you needs to be punished!”

"Come closer, take a look at the large cup."

"Vulgar, obscene!"

A sealed evil god, an agent of the church second only to the saintess.

Their eyes met.

They both knew the other wasn't a fool to be easily fooled, and if the stalemate continued, it would probably never end.

“I can continue to pretend I haven’t woken up and act like nothing happened, but you help me untie my hands,” Claire offered the deal.

It only unlocks the chains, not breaks the seal.