I’m a Fake Saintess But the Gods Are Obsessed With Me

“I understand, Sir Reihausd. I know you love me that much.”

And I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“And I also like Sir Reihausd a lot.”

[The God of Art, Mond, sends you infinite affection.]

At my words, his golden eyes sparkled with joy again.

At that time, I heard a coughing sound. It was Cass.

[The God of Art, Mond, hates disruptors.]

“If you know very well that the Saintess isn’t only the High Priest’s, please yield this time to me.”

“Marquis…”

I tried to stop the fight, yet Cass had no intention of backing down.

[The God of Art, Mond, points out Cass’ shamelessness, saying there are things that can and can’t be yielded.]

A cool light once again appeared in Reihausd’s puppy-like eyes.

However, Cass confidently continued to argue.

“I have to go on a business trip to the Ares region for almost a month starting tomorrow. If you have mercy as a priest, wouldn’t it be your duty to avoid that seat?”

Right. Cass said he was going on a business trip.

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, mutters to Reihausd not to be petty.]

[The God of Art, Mond, and the God of Knowledge, Hessed, glare at each other with sparkling eyes.]

Reihausd looked reluctant, but he stayed still for a moment because of what he had said to me earlier.

“Sir Reihausd…”

I was waiting quietly, not taking either side.

Reihausd’s eyes were still cold, but he seemed a little happy that Cass wouldn’t be going to the temple for a month.

After a while, Reihausd stood up with a slightly stiff expression and spoke to us.

“It’s a hot day. Marquis, please stay for some time and then go back. I’ll just go to my office and do some work.”

It seemed like he was thinking of taking care of Cass’ situation.

[The God of Art, Mond, expresses regret over Reihausd’s dark power, but admires his noble character as much as his face.]

I nodded and he turned around.

As I was watching Reihausd disappear, Cass hugged me from behind.

A low bass sound flowed into my ears.

“Finally, it’s just the two of us.”

[The God of Art, Mond, complains that Cass is unlucky, regardless of Reihausd’s concessions.]

Strictly speaking, Cass was the first to intervene while Reihausd was receiving a massage. However, Cass had a hint of laughter in the words, as if his interruption had finally disappeared.

“But when will you leave tomorrow… Mmh…!!”

When I watched Reihausd disappear and asked him about tomorrow’s schedule, his lips overlapped mine.

Cass hugged me from behind, turned his head slightly and kissed my lips.

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, loves it to the point of death.]

[The God of Benevolence, Oman, is very pleased.]

[The God of Love, Odyssey, eats corn snacks with a happy expression.]

His deep breath touched me, and his cool scent flowed into the tip of my nose. They were soft, sweet lips.

After a moment, his lips parted, and his low voice came out.

“I will be staying with the Saintess all night. I have already made all the preparations for tomorrow’s departure.”

Surprised by those words, I spoke out.

“But Marquis…”

“I’m not asking you to spend the early night. I’m respecting your will, you know.”

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, hates Cass’ respect.]

I had something to ask the four of them. All four men became my husbands, but that doesn’t mean I’m living a promiscuous life.

For reference, Oman was very sad in this part.

[The God of Benevolence, Oman, also hates Cass’ respect.]

He said that when I was fully mentally prepared, I would have a night out with the person I wanted. After that, I will get to know other husbands step by step.

It may be months, or even years, before I can share my feelings with everyone.

“I just want to be together like this. Kiss, kiss, kiss again…”

After he finished speaking, he placed his lips on mine again and then removed them.

“All night long.”

The more Cass experienced, the more romantic he became. My reflection was reflected in his dark eyes.

He moved his lips as if he was reciting poetry.

“My beautiful bird.”

Except that he sometimes says such cringey words.

[The God of Love, Odyssey, frowns.]

[The God of Art, Mond, spits out, saying that Cass Lloyd, the sinner who shriveled the hands and feet of the Gods, doesn’t deserve to be in your harem.]

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, agrees with Mond.]

I kissed him as if covering his lips. He wrapped his arms around my body and continued kissing me.

Despite my initial worries, life with my husbands was sweet. Humans are creatures of adaptation, and I may be adapting.

“Saintess!”

Daisy’s voice interrupted us as we were sharing a deep kiss.

Cass parted his lips and looked at Daisy with a slightly displeased expression.

I said to Daisy, who was shocked.

“It’s fine. It’ fine. The Marquis is sensitive because he has a long trip ahead of him. Right?”

“…”

Cass looked at me like he was complaining, but I asked Daisy what was going on. There must be an important reason for such an obvious intervention.

“That is… Two people collapsed.”

I stiffened my eyebrows and asked back.

“Two?”

“His Highness Crown Prince Kyle and Baron Diego.”

[The God of Justice, Hetuse, raises his eyebrows in shock.]

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, sticks out his panting tongue.]

I heard Cass mumble through his teeth.

“…Saboteurs.”

If he says something like that seeing someone collapsing, is Cass’ curse… truly was solved?

[The God of Art, Mond, criticizes Cass for his inhumanity.]

Anyway, I hurriedly followed Daisy.

***

The two men were lying side by side on a king-size bed.

“Divine power doesn’t work on them.”

The two priests who were sweating profusely next to Diego spoke to me with puzzled expressions.

Two men sleeping as if dead and the strong smell of alcohol. Both have red cheeks.

Just by looking at it, I could see what the situation was.

[The God of Death, Kairos, blushes at the sight of the two men lying side by side.]

[The God of Death, Kairos, covers you with a blanket and persuades you to go out.]

[The God of Death, Kairos, begins to delusion in earnest, saying he doesn’t know who to give credit to.]

Ah, Kairos is excited for the first time in a while.

Reihausd, who opened the door late and came in, brushed his hair back and explained to me.

“The investigation revealed that both of them drank Rod Dragon.”

It was a powerful drink of the century that even dragons could get drunk on.

“How many bottles?”

“I heard they drank ten bottles.”

“What? Ten bottles? The two drank ten bottles together?”

[The God of Death, Kairos, is delighted with the familiar name of the drink.]

I knew about the Rod Dragon from reading a book. It was a strong drink that was said to be legendary, and Kairos of Salerium would come to meet you if you drank the entire bottle alone.

“No. Ten bottles per person.”

 I touched my forehead as Reyhas spoke.

One is a sword master who has surpassed human limitations, and the other is the Demon King, so they are probably alive like this.

By the way, a bottle costs 10,000 franc, so it’s a waste of money. These men.

“Last time, the two quarreled and made a mess of the temple grounds, so we issued a ban on entering the temple for a week. But as soon as the ban was lifted, it seems like they left the Saintess behind and drank beer.”

“A bet?”

“They’re deciding at their own discretion who is the true husband of the Saintess.”

“Crazy.”

A curse suddenly came out.

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, shakes his head.]

A man called the Crown Prince of the Empire and the other called the Demon King got to this point because of such useless things?

“But ultimately, they both got drunk and decided to get along. Later, while they were talking about treating each other as brother-in-law, Baron Diego revealed his age and something else, and he said that His Highness the Crown Prince would recognize him as his older brother…”

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, bites Hetuse’s foot, saying he can’t accept calling someone like the Demon King being called brother.]

It seemed like he was drunk and even revealed that he was the Demon King. But what about him wating Kyle to call him brother?

“The problem is that they both fell down at the same time and can’t get up like that. Sir Shane grabbed his neck with a tired face and returned to the Imperial Palace earlier.”

That was the end of Reihausd’s explanation of the situation.