"Don't believe me? Go back and ask your goddess, and you'll find out soon, won't you?" Tiran shrugged nonchalantly, arms crossed.

Looking at Tiran's confident expression, Angel couldn't help but have some doubts in her heart, but quickly shook her head vigorously. It couldn't be true, it must be a lie. How could her sister allow her to become a servant of the blasphemers!

"Well... release my power seal, then I can contact my sister," Angel clenched the collar around her neck.

"Heh," Tiran sneered, "Angel, if you really want to contact Heaven, even without your powers, you could use the idols in the temple... do you think I'm stupid?"

"Wha... how do you know?" Miss Angel widened her eyes. Indeed, as Tiran had mentioned, each idol in the completed temples received the blessings of the goddess, forming a complete system to directly connect to Heaven. The power of faith from the believers was transmitted through this means.

But these secrets were only known by a few individuals in the church, including the Pope. How did this guy in front of her know?

"I told you, it was approved by your own goddess. Aren't you willing to believe?" Tiran sneered.

Of course, it was not Goddess of the Light who told her. When she left the Elven Capital, besides being informed that she could bring Angel back home, the Elf God also gave her a dossier about the Temple Church, a religious organization. Every detail was meticulously included, even the information that should not have been revealed... If it were to be leaked, the credibility of the church would be shaken, including this piece of information.

"Well... take me to the temple," Miss Angel said listlessly, pulling her head down. Even if she couldn't unlock her powers, she could still seek help from the clergymen in the city's temple, right?

"Of course, please." Tiran pointed to the castle behind him.

"Huh?"

"Why are you looking so confused? Not long ago, Milanía still carried the title of Saintdom, and having a temple in a royal castle is not strange, right?"

Wha... what?! This guy, who even dared to lay hands on Angel, someone who had no faith in the goddess, was actually building a temple at home? Angel was simply stunned.

Watching Angel's changing expression, Aya couldn't help but sigh with sympathy. How should she put it? It was like witnessing the expression of a fresh graduate encountering the wickedness of society for the first time?

"W-Wait, don't come any closer! What do you want to do?!"

"Of course, I'm just sending you to the temple, but I'm not quite comfortable just letting you in like that. Let me add some insurance," Tiran said, without hesitation. And this appearance was somewhat similar to what happened when Tiran abducted her in the first place. Aya couldn't help but deeply suspect who the real antagonist was in this story.

Ten minutes later.

"Is it a bit too harsh? The child is on the verge of tears," Tiran mused looking at Angel, who was trembling in front of the idol.

"Don't you know what 'too harsh' means..." Aya wiped the cold sweat off her forehead.

Initially, she had half-believed the Elf God's words about bringing Angel back home as a servant. She thought that a beam of holy light would suddenly appear and take Miss Angel away. The holy light did appear, but nothing happened. Then she saw Angel, with a despairing expression, kneeling and trembling in front of the idol.

Elf God actually didn't deceive them. I don't know what the Goddess was thinking, but she actually made Angel become a servant in the human world.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Aya walked up and patted Angel's shoulder, speaking as an elder, "Actually, there's no need to be so sad. Though this guy has a bad personality, deep down, he's not a bad person."

"Sister, the great Sister doesn't want me anymore..." However, Miss Angel seemed to not hear anything at all. She just stayed in place, hugging her knees and repeating this sentence, her eyes empty and her body naked, looking no different from a broken girl.

"Tsk, Aya, look at what you've done to her. Even if he's a Dragon, you still need to show some restraint..." Tiran said in a soft voice.

"Shut up! It was clearly you who did the Clothes Stripping and Tortoiseshell Binding!" Aya turned around and bellowed. She couldn't help but feel that something was off about this scene. She hadn't noticed the feeling of dissonance before, but now... running around with a naked girl tied up with ropes didn't look any different from a pervert! No wonder the maids on the road looked at her with shocked expressions!

Considering her appearance, she probably wouldn't be called a lecherous pervert, but she definitely couldn't escape the nickname of an insane woman...

"Stop crying and quickly go find some clothes to wear!"

...

In the steam-filled large bath, faint sounds of water bubbled.

"Anyway, let's take a bath first. It should help to refresh your spirits." After putting Miss Angel, who still maintained the posture of hugging her knees even when Aya carried her on her shoulders, into the hot water, Aya sat down at the edge of the bath and let out a sigh of relief.

By the way...

Aya suddenly remembered that she hadn't had a chance to take a proper bath in these few days of traveling by carriage. She seemed to have a sticky feeling on her body.

So her gaze fell back on the bath beside her.

...

"Ah, who am I? Where am I?"

The warm feeling of being immersed in hot water finally awakened Miss Angel's consciousness, which had almost collapsed due to the blow she had received.

"Oh, oh, you've recovered. How do you feel?" On the other side of the mist-filled bath, a figure sat there waving at her, asking with concern.

The warmth penetrating her limbs and body made her feel so comfortable that she wanted to sleep deeply. Huh, had she already left the human world? So Sister finally pitied her and brought her back?

"May I ask which senior saved me?" Her voice didn't sound like Sister, so could it be a senior of the Fallen Angel rank who couldn't bear to watch anymore and took action?

"Senior? What are you talking about? Did you lose your memory from grieving too much? It's me, it's me."

The figure on the other side was surprised for a moment, and coincidentally, the white mist that enveloped the bath above also dissipated slightly, revealing the true face on the opposite side.

"You... you're one of the fallen ones' companions!" Miss Angel stood up from the water, pointing at Aya, then realized her own state of undress and let out a cute scream before burying herself back in the water.

"What do you mean by a fallen one... I am the esteemed golden Dragon, and when did you become so shy? Not too long ago, you were running around naked all over the world." Aya was speechless.

"What did you do to my body?! My body belongs only to Sister! If you dare to defile..."

God damn it... Aya almost spat out a mouthful of blood. How does Angel's mind come up with so many thoughts while taking a bath? In a sense, her thought process is no less bizarre than that of the princess.

"Yes yes, calm down. I haven't done anything, so don't worry." Aya raised her hands lazily and rested them on the edge of the bathtub behind her, looking nonchalant. "There's no need to be so tense. You've been unconscious for so long, if I wanted to do something to you, I would have done it already."

"Don't... don't deceive me! Elder sister said that there are people among humans who enjoy resistant prey. You lot are definitely... wahh!"

"Seriously, your thoughts at such a young age are so filthy."

Eat my correcting fist! Aya loosened her fist that was meant to discipline this person with wild thoughts and said irritably, "I'm getting more and more curious about how miraculous that goddess is. Isn't there a single normal person in this world?"

"Ouch..." After receiving the correcting fist, it seemed like Angel finally calmed down, but now she unexpectedly appeared weak. Is this still the same Angel who chased after her halfway across the continent?

"It's as if being a servant is such a terrible thing. I am also a servant, but I'm living quite well, aren't I? I've already said that that person is fine. Though there are indeed some painful memories..."

"Huh? You? You're lying, right..." Angel's expression slightly froze.

"Mhm mhm. I was also brought back after being slashed by that person with a sword. It's better that you don't know the painful process. In a sense, I can be considered your senior." Aya put on a worldly-wise expression.

-Hey, have you been with Tiran for so long that your thick-skinned?

-How is that possible? My thick skin has always been this way, okay?

In their hearts, the golden dragon who had completely transformed into an irresponsible joker silently complained.