They are all characters I control.

As the sounds of scepters striking the ground, high heels clicking on the hard stone slabs, and armor rubbing against knight's sword drew closer, the Acting Saintess Isabelle and her retinue approached Claire.

"Alright, you may all leave now." Isabelle, as usual, prepared to dismiss the attendants around her.

"Acting Holy Maiden, let's take a look around."

This time, the female attendants were still not comfortable letting the acting saintess be alone with the evil god emperor.

“Alright, you can do your jobs.” Isabelle nodded with a calm smile.

Isabelle, who was known for her prayers, was the most forgiving saintly representative in the entire church, which naturally made her beloved and respected by almost all members of the church.

"Yes, Lady Isabelle."

With permission, the female attendants began to examine Claire's body and the chains on her limbs.

Looking at the entourage surrounding Claire, Isabelle unconsciously tightened her grip on the scepter.

If Claire fails to keep his promise and suddenly reveals to his attendants that he has awakened, Isabelle will give him a whack with a stick.

This blow certainly won't stop things from getting complicated, but it can vent your anger!

Fortunately, Claire kept her promise and did not move or speak.

"Then we will go out and wait for you, Lady Isabelle. You've had a long journey."

Once they were certain that the chains still firmly bound the evil god-emperor, the female attendants left the dungeon with peace of mind.

As the stone door of the dungeon slowly closed, Isabelle summoned a ball of light to illuminate the surroundings.

She looked at Claire, who looked like a dead person, and called out to her.

"Alright, they're gone, you can talk now."

However, Claire remained silent.

Hmm? Isabelle frowned slightly.

She moved closer to Claire and called out again.

"I told you, they're gone! You can speak now!"

"..."

Nothing happened.

Isabelle tapped the ground a few times with her scepter, somewhat annoyed.

She doesn't like being ignored when she's talking.

Of course, very few people are qualified to ignore her as the acting saintess, and unfortunately, the evil god emperor in front of him is one of those few.

"What trick are you plotting now? Look up and talk to me!"

Isabelle gradually became uneasy, and she raised her scepter to poke Claire in front of her.

Claire remained completely unresponsive, like a piece of cured meat that had been hanging there to dry for a hundred years.

Could it be that this evil god emperor has never woken up? Is he actually in a deep sleep and has never woken up at all?

Was the person who spoke to her earlier someone else controlling the body of this evil god emperor who had been unconscious for over a hundred years? However, Isabelle quickly dismissed this thought.

As the acting saintess, Isabelle's will is not so easily shaken.

She gritted her teeth, her face flushed slightly.

She raised her scepter and swung it towards Claire's legs.

"What kind of saintess are you?! I'm going to tell everyone that the church's acting saintess likes to knock other people's demon pills!"

Claire quickly retreated, dodging the attack.

Seeing Claire finally speak, Isabelle breathed a sigh of relief and put away her scepter, scolding her in embarrassment and anger: "It's all your fault! Why were you pretending to be dead!"

"Hehehe, I just wanted to tease you a little, to get you closer."

Claire shrugged and looked at the acting saintess in front of her with a smile.

"Come closer? What do you want me to do if I come closer?" Isabelle asked, puzzled.

"I want to do it."

Claire's answer was baffling.

When she noticed that the other person's gaze was fixed on her chest, Isabelle quickly covered her chest with her hand, glaring at the evil guy with shame and anger.

There was nothing he could do; his own Holy Light of Harmony was useless against Claire.

Chapter 35 Isabelle's Little Hobbies

Watching Isabelle cover her chest in embarrassment and anger, reacting like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Claire's lips curled into a wicked smile.

"If you're so capable, why don't you dress like that? And you won't even let me see you, with such a lewd body. Is this the acting saintess of the Goddess Church? So indecent."

He thought that the saints of the Goddess Church had forgotten that they were women and had transcended human nature.

Judging from the reaction of the acting saintess in front of her, she is clearly not at that divine level.

Isabelle gripped the scepter tightly, feigning anger and embarrassment as she made a move to strike Claire with it.

"W-What vulgarity! You! I'm going to hit you!"

"Besides, only you can see it. Even the archbishop can't see our outfits clearly!"

"So you really are an evil god! Bah!"

Isabelle's attire is the traditional clothing of the Acting Saint of the Church of Goddess.

Essentially, this is to highlight the sacrificial clothing worn by the substitute saints, who cleanse their bodies and minds with holy light at all times and in all places.

Simply put, it's a swimsuit used for ritual bathing.

Since there is holy light, no one else besides the acting saintesses can see their figures.

Isabelle got used to wearing a swimsuit when she went out, until she met the evil god emperor Claire.

"Before calling me an evil god, you should reflect on whether you've done anything wrong. Killing your archbishop and getting immortality? What kind of reward is that? Doesn't your Goddess Church have done anything wrong?"

Claire corrected the term "evil god".

Now that we've arrived in another world, how can we resist having a 'West Sea' adventure?

Forget about dating simulation games, a real man should conquer the world and slaughter all those corrupt nobles.

“...But you have caused a lot of killing.” As the acting saint of the Goddess Church, Isabelle’s position was naturally different from Claire’s.

"Do you know how many people died while you ruled the empire? How many of them were innocent civilians and children?"

Oh? That sounds a bit like a saint.

No matter what, it's unacceptable if someone dies?

Upon hearing this, Claire curled her lip: "So you think that those who follow me were threatened into fighting the nobles and your church? Does your church think that commoners are all fools?"

Isabelle was speechless.

She wanted to refute it, but couldn't think of anything to say.

After seeing Claire regain consciousness yesterday, Isabelle went to look up more records about Claire.

Naturally, the records she came into contact with as the acting saintess were not the embellished versions meant for ordinary people, but rather true accounts of how Claire rose from an insignificant prince to become emperor.

Ultimately, he consolidated the vast power within the empire, forcing neighboring countries to cede territory and beg for mercy.

Without the participation of many promoted commoners, Claire would never have been able to maintain a stable empire after killing so many nobles.

Although they ultimately lost to the church, the church might not have been able to defeat Claire without holy magic.

Looking at the evil god emperor before her, Isabelle felt a surge of curiosity about him.

To date, Claire has not been the only ambitious emperor or king, but no one has ever had such a strong appeal to the common people as Claire.

When Isabelle was twelve years old, she met this evil god emperor.

At first, I thought it was a terrifying monster with three heads and six arms, horns on its head, bat wings on its back, and tentacles that would come out of its mouth whenever it opened its mouth.

I never imagined he was just a handsome older brother. I'm so curious about him.

However, after seeing more of Claire, who neither moved nor spoke, Isabelle gradually let go of her curiosity and awe and began to vent her suppressed emotions on him.

After calming herself down, Isabelle tilted her head and asked the question that had been puzzling her for a long time: "Claire, why did you come up with the idea of ​​distributing noble lands to commoners? Aren't you an emperor yourself? Why would you think that?"

Oh? Is this giant cup of brain about to ascend to a higher dimension?

Claire was somewhat surprised; this Virgin Mary in front of her was not only large-breasted, but also quite intelligent.

However, Claire changed the subject and urged, "Did you bring any food? Give me something to eat. Even if I don't starve to death, I can't go a hundred years without food, can I?"

"You! Why do you only say half of what you mean! I'm asking you a question!"

Isabelle grew impatient; she gritted her teeth, gripped the scepter in her hand, and stamped her foot at Claire to urge her on.

How could someone be like this!

Let's get down to business. What are you talking about now, eating?

“I’ve been starving for a hundred years. I don’t have the strength to speak if I don’t eat,” Claire said.

"...Really."

Isabelle had no choice but to take a silk handkerchief from her sleeve.

Two pieces of fairly white bread, an egg, a piece of cheese the size of a finger, and half a potato.

Seeing that Isabelle had wrapped such coarse, common food in a high-class lace-trimmed handkerchief, Claire couldn't help but show an expression of utter waste.

"What's with that look? Do you know how hard it was for me to sneak these foods?"

“We acting saintesses don’t eat these things. I secretly got them for you from where the attendants eat.”

"Do you know how much damage I, as the acting saintess, will suffer in terms of reputation if others find out?"

Seeing the strange expression on Claire's face, Isabelle thought that the guy was disgusted by the things she brought.

But this was the first time she had ever stolen anything.

She did not need to eat these foods. One of the trials of being the substitute saint was that she had to pray before the goddess statue for half a month, enduring hunger and only drinking the life-giving holy dew.

This was to highlight the sacredness of the substitute saint, so that she did not have to eat like everyone else.

Isabelle is now the acting saintess, and her body has gradually adapted to being able to satisfy her hunger and maintain her health simply by drinking holy dew.

Claire wanted to eat, so Isabelle had to get her some food, but Claire gave her this kind of expression!?

“No, I was just thinking it was a shame about your handkerchief,” Claire said softly.

He saw that the handkerchief had Isabelle's initials tattooed on it.

It goes without saying that it's not something you throw away after use.

Isabelle was caught off guard by this sudden remark. Wasn't this guy usually a good conversationalist? He wasn't always this infuriating.

"Here you go, eat up." Isabelle's tone softened considerably.

Looking at the food presented to her but out of her reach, Claire shook the chains binding her hands and stared at Isabelle as if she were an idiot: "Are you stupid? Can my hands move?"

"How about you untie my hands? That way I can eat more easily, and I also want to scratch the itch on my back."

“No way! Don’t even think about it.” Isabelle refused without hesitation.

Glaring at Claire, Isabelle picked up a piece of bread, dipped it in some cheese, and held it to Claire's mouth, watching as Claire opened her mouth and ate the food in her hand.

Isabelle suddenly felt that Claire was like a big dog that she had been feeding?

Seeing Claire opening her mouth to receive the food in front of her, Isabelle felt inexplicably excited.

Chapter 36 The Prayer Saint with a Broad Mind

Claire's original body ate food for the first time.

Controlling Lia to eat is one thing, but getting food for your own body, which is trapped in the dungeon, is quite another.

As Claire savored the taste of chewing food, her body, which had been heavy and rusty like a machine, finally regained some strength.