I play a Evil God in Otome Game

Simon and many new clergy members' hurried actions filled the Church. Everyone rushed to prepare for the ceremony. Simon stood at the front, dressed more seriously than before.

His eyes were more serious than ever, because today a very important person was coming. It was Saint Morrigan. The group preparing for the Saint's arrival worked tirelessly and seriously on the preparations.

A sweet hustle and bustle filled the air. The road to the Church was closed to the public, and people had come to watch, full of curiosity. The Creation Church, which had spent 200,000 gold on this ceremony, placed great importance on it.

It was known that no Saint had come to these lands for centuries. Nearly the entire city, except for a few believers of the Light Goddess, was curious about the event.

Moreover, their support in the war had already made the Creation Church more popular. The rumors about what had happened at Howenswerg Castle were turning into legends.

With this ceremony, Simon wanted to catch the hype that the Creation Church needed. Even George was standing in semi-formal attire. Emily, on the other hand, stood out with her simple but elegant green dress.

"Leader, the ceremony has been completed as you requested."

Simon turned his eyes toward the young assistant. He nodded and smiled. "Good job. Well done."

The assistant smiled and bowed gratefully. "Thank you, Anführer. May God protect you."

Simon smiled. "God protect you. Now you may go and rest."

The assistant nodded and left. Then George approached Simon with a small smile. "Are they calling you Anführer now?"

Simon sighed and shook his head. "When I said that being called 'Leader' didn't feel right, they started calling me Anführer."

George laughed. "The word 'Leader' is Albion's. In their language, Anführer means 'leader.' In my opinion, it's quite cool, especially 'herrscher.'"

"I didn't know you were interested in the Drachenreich language?" Simon raised an eyebrow and asked curiously. George laughed and nonchalantly replied, "People usually think I'm a barbarian because of my appearance. But no, I read more books than Emily."

Simon's eyes widened in admiration. "If you ever meet my daughter, you'll love her. She enjoys learning about cultures just like you."

Before George could say anything, a young boy suddenly rushed in, catching everyone's attention.

"The Saint is here! The Saint is here!"

Simon's eyes widened and he quickly ran outside. He then rushed forward and made his way to the City gate. Ten minutes later, a huge crowd had gathered in front of the City.

There were nearly 35,000 people, and each of them watched the carriage with great curiosity. The horse-drawn carriage was very elegant. A hundred strong knights surrounded it.

These knights were elite knights belonging to the Morvos Consortium. All were heavily armored and mounted. Their black and white armor caught the attention of the crowd, and their armor was also uniquely purple.

(The picture of the armor --->)

The armor was so eye-catching that people seemed to have forgotten about the Saint. Thomas' eyes swept over the gathered crowd, and his eyes sparkled with satisfaction.

"Lady truly arrived at a place befitting her," Thomas was pleased to see how curious and excited the people were about Morrigan.

When he saw the three prominent figures, Thomas realized they were the leaders of the Creation Church and slowly stopped the carriage.

"You must be from the Church."

"Yes, we came to see the Saint and to provide a fitting ceremony for her," Simon said in a respectful tone. Thomas nodded, lightly jumped down, and gently landed on the ground.

"Lady had been excited to come here for a long time. She is pleased with the ceremony you've prepared for her." Hearing Thomas' words, Simon smiled with relief and nodded.

Thomas then gracefully stepped back and slowly opened the door. Everyone held their breath in anticipation. The first person to emerge was Richard.

He wore a very stylish suit and a white, golden cloak draped over his shoulders. Some girls held their breath and smiled.

Next was Rachel. Unlike her old Wargan attire, the dress she wore was exquisite. Her hair was neatly styled. She wore a black and blue mixed outfit.

Trying to keep a neutral expression, Rachel furrowed her brows. Then Rachel and Richard simultaneously extended their hands. Both hands exited the carriage, and with a gentle touch, they held each other.

"Lady Morrigan is coming. Please clear the way," Thomas said calmly. As the crowd slowly parted, Morrigan finally stepped out.

(Morrigan's outfit --->)

As she stepped out, the entire crowd held its breath. Everyone was captivated by Morrigan's beauty. The dress had a gothic style and an incredibly elegant design.

The upper part of the dress, in dark tones, resembled a corset decorated with intricate patterns, and the delicate lace details cascading from the shoulders down gave the dress a sense of weight.

On her head was a black lace veil or tulle that covered part of her face. This detail added a mysterious and dramatic touch to the outfit. Her long, black hair, combined with the veil, completed the dress's aesthetic.

The skirt was made of layered lace, flowing down to the ground. This image was truly a symbol of holiness.

As Morrigan descended step by step, everyone instinctively moved back to make way for her. While the veil hid part of Morrigan's face, her blue eyes seemed to shine even from under the veil.

As the light from the sky illuminated the lace, the gentle breeze stirred Morrigan's beautiful hair. As Rachel and Richard accompanied Morrigan, she walked lightly without paying attention to anything. The clouds in the sky were moved by Seth, who made sure not to block the sunlight wherever Morrigan passed.

The sunlight moved gently forward with Morrigan, and people followed her in admiration. Morrigan walked slowly towards the Creation Church, and within no time, she was accompanied by at least 100,000 people heading toward the Creation Church.

"This is something never seen before in our history," Lord Wilfried said almost losing his composure. His eyes scanned the tens of thousands of people in front of the Creation Church.

Lord Wilfried and his daughter Veronica had come to the Church to greet Morrigan. The incredible number of people following Morrigan was a surprise.

When Morrigan came toward him, he shook off his thoughts and greeted her. "It is an honor to meet you, Lady Saint."

Morrigan lightly nodded. "I have heard your name, Lord Wilfried. May God protect you and grant you victory in your battle."

Lord Wilfried nodded and allowed Veronica to step forward without saying anything else. Veronica smiled with a bit of excitement and greeted Morrigan.

"I am so excited to finally meet you!" Veronica smiled. "May God protect you, Lady!"

"Amen, you are very kind," Morrigan said calmly. Veronica smiled even more, then Morrigan turned around and looked at the people. Many were curious about the face behind the veil, but for now, she had to keep it hidden.

"After all, if it was understood that she was Alfred's daughter, the Church might have found out about it. That's why Morrigan had to live like this for now."

"You've welcomed me warmly. I am grateful." Morrigan said calmly. Even though she didn't raise her voice, the magic easily handled it.

"May the One who is above, in the heavens and on earth, bless you..."

As people smiled, Simon and George watched the Saint with great curiosity. Emily, although curious, had a bored look.

"On this day's blessing, I wish for everyone in this city to be healed." As everyone who heard Morrigan's words stood up with doubt and a little hope, Morrigan continued, "The Almighty is as merciless as He is forgiving; He is the healer. On His path, every door will open. All wealth will appear to you, and the most beautiful loves will be completed with Him..."

As Morrigan's voice echoed through the city, many people went outside, including the followers of the Goddess of Light. Even though seeing the Saint of the heretics felt bad, curiosity still dominated.

"Join me... Together we are strong, and with one united voice, we can reach Heaven..." Morrigan raised her hands and gently murmured.

"May the One who is above, in the heavens and on earth, have mercy on us!" Morrigan's prayer began shortly, with Simon, George, and many priests joining in. Eventually, the people continued, almost like a sermon.

"Almighty! Hear our voice!" Veronica joined in, encouraging even the reluctant ones to begin praying. As the voices slowly grew louder, clouds began to swirl in the sky.

As the sun shone with its last strength, its rays began to gather. A great yellow hue covered the sky and turned it into a color never seen before.

"Almighty! Hear us!"

Once again, as the heavens split, the sun's brilliance intensified. As people continued with more fervor and excitement, the chorus from every mouth echoed through the city.

"Almighty! Hear us!"

As the sacred Light gathered in the sky, Morrigan finally continued. "Almighty, hear us! Take us under Your mercy and protect us!"

A great rain of light began to fall from the sky, astonishing everyone, while a holy aura began to cleanse the entire city, healing children, the sick, and the elderly.

As the air itself seemed to cleanse, Thomas' eyes sparkled. Unlike the others, he knew the truth. The light rain falling from the sky was not truly that holy.

It was merely cloaked in illusion. Unique and, at the same time, ingenious. Such a sacred appearance in the sky would not only make the followers of the Goddess of Light question, but it would also attract the attention of people from other religions.

After all, the idea of the Holy power always being on the good side was a belief among people. In every story, the one who was good was always the Light.

"My lady was especially unique. A performance expected of her." A look of pride appeared on Thomas' face. Becoming Morrigan's servant had been the best decision he had made in a long time.

Of course, having sex with the Elf Queen's mother was also among these choices.

Meanwhile, Simon sighed and held the light particles that fell into his hand. It was strange for the God of Darkness to do such a thing. After all, He was the God of Darkness.

Seeing people laughing and holding their children with joy, a thin but sincere smile appeared on Simon's lips.

Seeing Lady Morrigan turn and enter the Church, he quickly left his place and respectfully followed her. Meanwhile, Rachel was excited, and Richard had admiring eyes.

"It was very good. The best fireworks show I've ever seen in my life." Rachel smiled and said. Richard sighed but smiled. "Not fireworks, a sacred ceremony."

Rachel hit Richard's arm firmly. Richard sighed and rubbed his arm. Rachel gave him a sharp look. "Keep your mouth shut a bit, Richard."

Rachel threw him a stern look and entered the Church. Richard shook his head and sighed. "I guess I'll never understand women."

Then, following Rachel, Richard entered the Church.