The World I Sponsored Is Real

Even after becoming a saintess, there wasn't an overwhelming amount of work suddenly piled on her.

From the beginning, just being able to hear the voice of God—Lord Iggokden's words—was enough to justify her worth as a saintess.

What was given to her was not obligations but power. The power of a saintess.

As the only one who could communicate with God, she was already fulfilling her role without doing anything, so the religious community didn't bother her much.

The mere existence of a saintess increased the influence of the clergy.

Erin's words were the will of Lord Iggokden. Therefore, at least within the religious circle, there was no one who could challenge Erin.

A new saintess after 200 years.

It had only been a month since the church had produced a saintess, and the church's prestige was soaring. Not only was there a power struggle with the royal family, but the support and faith of the common people were also rapidly growing.

Many were talking about Lord Iggokden's teachings. Even those who hadn't read the scriptures were beginning to learn about the three "simple facts" served up in a "platter of plain facts."

The most surprising thing here was that— Erin's value as a saintess was increasing day by day.

"Is your divine power pouch... growing even larger?"

"Yes."

Erin tried to speak as calmly as possible, but she was human, not divine. She couldn't completely hide the pride swelling in her heart.

In this world, the size of one's divine power pouch directly correlated to one's divine power.

Even Cecilia, the priestess serving her, bowed deeply in respect, as if she couldn't believe it.

"I've never heard of a nun whose divine power pouch grows so rapidly after becoming a saint. Not long ago, you created bread and wine from nothing, and now your divine power pouch... Indeed, you are an exemplar for all nuns."

"What have I done? It's all because of Lord Iggokden's simple facts that were with me."

Indeed, all Erin did was pray.

She prayed for the hungry poor, and bread and wine fell from the sky and sprang from the ground.

The sick and afflicted were healed, which even the priests' white magic couldn't cure.

Just recently, the lame walked, and the blind regained their sight.

Lord Iggokden's grace! Lord Iggokden's plain facts!

Although miracles happened with each prayer, Erin didn't take them for granted.

She understood that too many miracles could burden God. This was as natural to her as breathing.

Nevertheless, since miracles had indeed occurred, it was more than enough to spread faith in the one true God, Lord Iggokden.

Moreover, recently, even her divine power pouch—her breasts—had grown.

This must also be Lord Iggokden's grace. Erin instinctively knew this. The growth of her divine reservoir was clearly the will of Lord Iggokden.

God had blessed her chest. Even now, the divine words "Erin, your titties are huge" echoed vividly in her mind every time she closed her eyes.

She felt a tickling sensation in her belly again. This was, for Erin, an unparalleled religious ecstasy.

She wanted to absorb as much of Lord Iggokden's simple facts into this vessel, her body.

"Anyway, please adjust my garments. I want to properly support Lord Iggokden's divine power pouch."

Without adjustments, there was a risk of her clothes tearing apart and revealing her divine power pouch.

That wouldn't do. Unlike other nuns, a saintess should not expose her divine power pouch to anyone; it was a body prepared solely for Lord Iggokden.

"There's also the option to prepare new clothes for the saintess as she has grown."

"No. I like these clothes. These were a gift from God to me."

Erin said this while clutching her clothes as if they were precious items.

If anything bore the traces of Lord Iggokden, she wanted to cherish it, including her garments.

"I understand. My apologies. I'll take care of the clothes once you've sorted them out."

Without further questioning, Cecilia moved on to the next topic.

"Next on the agenda, we need to choose a holy knight to protect you."

Holy Knight.

This position meant selecting one knight to represent the church, who would guard the saintess closely.

Since a saintess had appeared after 200 years, the selection of a holy knight was equally rare, making it an event of great interest.

Given that the knight would be with the saintess 24/7, only female knights could be chosen, and being selected was the peak of any knight's career. It was the creation of the world's only holy knight to guard the world's only saintess!

Given such a prestigious role, it was inevitable that only 'qualified candidates' would be considered.

Although the saintess would make the final choice, selecting someone completely unqualified would only lead to chaos.

Cecilia handed over three photos, saying:

"These are the final candidates."

Erin, without looking at the photos, bowed her head and closed her eyes.

"It's meaningless for me to judge these people. Everything should be decided by Lord Iggokden."

"I agree, but... we must still convey the Pope's message, and I hope the saintess can understand this with her vast divine power pouch"

The royal family had been lodging complaints, saying, 'We understand God's will a hundred or even a thousand times, but please consider the basic sentiments of the nation regarding the nun's attire.'

In this context, the church could not ignore the royal family.

The 'garment dispute' had been an ongoing debate for hundreds of years since the scriptures were written, oscillating between times of strong ecclesiastical power and strong royal power, still unresolved.

The church's argument was that according to Lord Iggokden's words, the divine power pouch should be maximally exposed, while the emperor argued, in a very secular manner, that while it was fine to naturally reveal the importance of the divine power pouch, covering at least the side of the chest would be more appropriate.

The religious community, including Erin, naturally sided with the former, but the royal family, while seemingly accepting it, held internal dissatisfaction.

[T/N: This hilarious, peak religious debate]

Yes.

Within the religious community, Erin was invincible.

But outside the church, in the world that doesn't regard the scriptures as relics?

She would maintain her position and receive respectful treatment, but wielding absolute power like in the cathedral would be impossible.

Such debates couldn't be completely ignored.

Nonetheless, Erin, the saintess herself, wasn't too concerned about these political matters.

She didn't become a saintess to hear Lord Iggokden's voice; she naturally became a saintess because she heard His voice.

Increasing the church's influence or spreading His words was important, but for her, the existence of God, of Lord Iggokden, was far more significant.

Thus, she had overlooked similar remarks until now, but... now was the time to address them directly.

Choosing a holy knight was essentially deciding her, and by extension, the church's, official stance.

Cecilia pointed to the photos, saying:

"First, this is Ophelia Translente. She's known as 'the knight closest to becoming a holy knight in the empire,' supported by many priests and nuns, including His Holiness the Pope. She prides herself on her unwavering faith in Lord Iggokden."

"And here's Linea von Einzbern. As you can infer from her surname, she's a knight from the royal family. While her faith might not match Ophelia's, selecting her as the holy knight would stabilize relations with the royal family."

Having finished her explanation, Cecilia bowed her head.

"These are the key candidates. Both are qualified to be holy knights, so the decision rests with the saintess."

"No. As I mentioned, I am but a vessel for conveying God's will; I have no choice in this."

Erin bowed her head again, clasping her hands in prayer.

Prayer.

The only means through which she could communicate with the great deity who had brought her to this position.

"Lord Iggokden, I humbly ask you to light the path I should take with your hand. I, Erin, swear to follow your will no matter what. Lord Iggokden, please choose."

— Who shall be appointed as the holy knight?

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Clap clap clap.

After reading the latest chapter, I couldn't help but applaud while staring at the monitor. It was that good.

They've set up such an interesting new plot point here?