They are all characters I control.

Ophelia approached step by step; as the Accusatory Saint, she was on equal footing with Isabelle, the Accusatory Saint of Prayer.

However, everyone approves of the newcomer Isabelle, not Ophelia.

It may seem that Ophelia manages the Inquisition and has the authority to interrogate and question all church members, but in reality, she only has the Inquisition and cannot be responsible for anything else.

In this 'holy city', everything, big and small, is handled by Isabelle, the prayer agent saint.

Moreover, even the evil god emperor Claire, who should have been under the management of the "Inquisition," was given to Isabelle. From the beginning, the evil god emperor should have been given to Ophelia.

However, Ophelia managed to suppress her feelings.

She tossed aside the shattered bottle she was holding and walked over to Isabelle, looking at the basket of food the other woman was carrying.

"The food you've been taking lately isn't for yourself, nor is it for your followers. It's actually for that evil god emperor, isn't it?"

Isabelle's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

"He can still eat? That means he's still conscious? He can still communicate with you? Was the 'New Holy City System' you recently proposed also his idea?"

Ophelia's voice grew louder and faster.

"Isabeth, has he woken up yet?"

This statement is consistent with Ophelia's identity and personality; every acting saintess is neither useless nor stupid.

"That's none of your business." Isabelle didn't want to continue the conversation and walked towards the kitchen door.

"Isabels!"

Ophelia's voice came from behind.

Isabelle stopped walking, but did not turn around.

"Wine tastes best when stored in a cellar."

Chapter 11 I watched you grow up

Inside the dungeon, Claire was leaning against the stone wall, resting with her eyes closed.

Looking at the time on Lia's end, one could roughly guess that it was about time for Isabelle to arrive.

Chains hung down on either side, and the stigmata glowed faintly beneath her skin. Although Claire's body did not need sleep, her mind did.

He had grown accustomed to this half-dead state, being sealed away, imprisoned, and fed by a busty saintess who brought him food every day.

These days are almost over.

But before that, Claire still had to play her role well, at least she had to keep a steady attitude towards that big-breasted saintess.

We can't make her angry or drive her crazy, but we also can't be too nice to her lest the plan go wrong.

As the stone door at the dungeon entrance slowly moved, Claire looked up at the sensual and mature figure bathed in moonlight from outside the door.

Of course, others saw Isabelle as radiant.

However, the holy light effect had no effect on Claire, who had achieved the title of "Demon King". Apart from the other acting saintesses, only Claire could appreciate her snow-white, fleshy thighs and supple, slender waist.

And the enormous fruit that swayed slightly with each step.

However, the fruit was swaying a little strange today; to be precise, Isabelle's steps were a little off.

Why does it sound like the irritability you feel when your period starts?

Claire looked up at Isabelle, who was carrying a basket, as she walked down the steps. Her steps were faster than usual, and the hem of her holy robes made a soft rustling sound as it dragged on the stone steps.

Sure enough, she didn't look well.

Claire raised an eyebrow.

"You don't look well today, what's wrong? Is your period starting? That's when you usually start bleeding every month?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Isabelle rolled her eyes at him.

"I just felt that you seemed to be in a bad mood, and I was afraid that you might have poisoned your food and drink."

Acting saintesses probably don't have those kinds of days; the divine magic these women possess can erase all discomfort.

Claire continued to tease.

Isabelle gave Claire a disapproving look, walked up to Claire, squatted down, and took the food out of the basket one by one.

Cheese, cured meat, bread, and the usual ingredients.

However, something is still missing.

"Where's the wine?" Claire would never forget this source of spiritual nourishment.

Why is there no wine this time? This is a bit serious for Claire.

“That’s all,” Isabelle said, her voice unusually calm.

"It got damaged, so there's no alcohol today."

Seemingly trying to control her emotions, Isabelle added another sentence.

This piqued Claire's interest.

Who in this church of the goddess would dare to knock over the bottle of wine belonging to the acting saintess? To put it bluntly, in Claire's opinion, Isabelle was clearly being overly cautious.

If he were acting as the Holy Maiden, his first step would be to act recklessly.

Although the Acting Saintess doesn't have the same sphere of influence or knightly orders as the Archbishops, she still has the strongest fighting force of the Goddess Church: the Saintess.

You don't even know how to borrow the tiger's power? Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner!

However, the archbishops were not in the 'Holy City', so the only ones who could have displeased Isabelle so much were the other acting saintesses.

"Who upset you? You're a saintly prayer agent, how could anyone cause you trouble?"

Claire took a few steps closer to Isabelle, and the chains binding her limbs rattled.

"..."

Isabelle bit her lip and remained silent.

She never expected that the person who would care about her in the end would be this guy.

Of course, this was also because she was in Claire's presence, so she didn't need to continue playing the role of the sacred and inviolable acting saintess.

In front of her retinue, Isabelle was unable to let go of her burdens and felt she had to maintain her dignity as the acting saintess no matter what.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I have never pretended to be myself in front of Claire.

Before Claire woke up, she often complained and vented to this guy. Even now that he has regained consciousness, his body instincts still cannot pretend or maintain his image as the acting saintess in front of Claire.

"What? Who else could be more powerful than you? Let me out, I'll go teach her a lesson." Claire didn't care what Isabelle was struggling with at the moment, he continued.

"It's one thing if someone bullies you, but it's another if they break my wine!"

"Leaving someone in this dungeon, unable to see the sun or hear the birds, sleeping standing up every day, and having their little pleasure of drinking ruined? I can't take it anymore!"

"Let me out now, I'm going to teach that guy a lesson!"

Looking at Claire, who was spouting harsh words while trying to persuade her to let him go, Isabelle was indeed amused a little.

Sure enough, Claire is definitely not the type to be a nice guy.

"Alright, stop arguing. I'll bring you wine next time," Isabelle coaxed Claire.

As always, she bent down and used her delicate hands, which never touched anything other than documents, papers, and silverware, to spread jam and add cheese to Claire's bread.

Looking at Isabelle, who was serving her, Claire hadn't given up on the topic she'd been discussing.

“You used to complain to me and vent your emotions on me when I couldn’t refuse you. At that time, you were like a little girl crying while hugging a pet.”

He paused, his gaze falling on Isabelle's chest.

"Now that you're all grown up, you don't recognize people anymore?"

Isabelle's face flushed red instantly.

She covered her chest with her arm and glared fiercely at Claire.

"What are you looking at!"

Claire looked away, her face expressionless.

Isabelle took a deep breath and, feeling both annoyed and embarrassed, held a piece of bread to his mouth.

Claire opened her mouth to catch it and chewed it slowly.

The dungeon was quiet for a while, with only the sounds of chewing and the slight rattling of chains.

Then, Isabelle spoke.

"I have a question for you."

"explain."

"Do you want to stay here or go into someone else's hands?"

Claire paused for a moment as she chewed her bread.

He looked up at Isabelle. Her expression was serious; she wasn't joking.

"In someone else's hands? Who?"

“Never mind who it is,” Isabelle said, lowering her head and tearing the cheese into small pieces. “Just answer me.”

Claire remained silent for a moment.

“I don’t want to stay here,” he said. “I want to go out.”

Isabelle's fingers tightened slightly, crushing a corner of the cheese.

“However—” Claire’s voice rang out again, “if I had to choose someone to be locked up, you would be better than anyone else.”

Isabelle looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"why?"

“Because at least you bring me food,” Claire said. “If it were someone else, they might have just let me starve to death.”

Isabelle looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Aren't you afraid I'll poison you?"

"Are you willing?"

Isabelle did not answer.

She held the cheese to Claire's mouth, and Claire opened her mouth to take it.

“But if I go out,” Claire said, her voice muffled as she chewed on cheese, “I wouldn’t mind being friends with you.”

Isabelle's hand froze.

"friend?"

“Yes.” Claire swallowed the cheese. “We can only be friends after I get out. Right now—”

He glanced down at the chains binding his limbs, then at Isabelle.

"I am just your plaything."

"Who wants you as a plaything!"

She lifted her foot and gently kicked Claire.

Chapter 12: Miss Lia Has Arrived

The morning after her call with Isabelle ended, Lia received a magical communication from the Holy City.

Isabelle's voice remained gentle, but there was a hint of urgency in her words.

"Miss Liya, could you please prepare the batch of wine we mentioned last time as soon as possible?"

Lia was taken aback for a moment, then quickly agreed, "Okay, no problem, Lady Isabelle."

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Lia."

You could tell that Isabelle was a little embarrassed.

She didn't say much, as if afraid of revealing her feelings, and ended the call.