I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)

Chapter 179 - The Dawn of a New Faith

"So, how does this exactly work?" Elise asks curiously after Elea manages to get ahold of herself.

The women all glance at me but I just shrug lightly. "Beats me. I'm reading about these skills for the first time alongside you. This is quite a step up from most of my previous abilities, but I bet it's just as instinctual and intuitive."

"Everything will become clear when you invoke the skill, most likely," Shino agrees with me, nodding her head.

"Well. What are we waiting for, then?" Neira smiles at me and Elea, clearly excited about the prospect of her friend and past superior being part of my official followers.

I take a deep breath, refocusing my thoughts, and turn to the beautiful, dark-skinned former Princess still kneeling in front of me. Some visible streaks continue to stain Elea's dazzling visage as evidence of her quite tearful reaction, but they make her no less enchanting. And the reverent yet still most likely doubtful gaze is strongly present in her purplish eyes. It's obvious she finds this entire situation hard to accept as reality.

"Elea. We don't yet know that much about what this entails in its entirety, but would you do me the honour of becoming my first Apostle?" I make it official with a warm smile.

She corrects her posture to add some more dignity and pride to it before lowering her head in acceptance. "My heart, body, and soul exist to serve you, My Lord."

Quickly navigating through the menus, I locate the correct skill and activate it mentally. It shows me a list of people I can send the request to and my eyes briefly linger over the names. The record isn't as big as I expected. There certainly has to be some kind of a requirement applied here, perhaps the strength of one's devotion, or how close we truly are, not just physically.

Of course, Elea's name isn't missing from this list. There would have to be something really wrong with it if that was the case. No doubt, I would instantly file a complaint straight to the developer. I might be just a puny user among possibly millions, but this is a matter of life and death to me. And as if to answer my silent vow, a quiet, delicate chuckle echoes in my mind, with its owner more than obvious.

I choose my Dark Elf wife for the role and her eyes snap up, clearly noticing an incoming prompt. Elea takes her time to read through the message, the beginning of another wave of tears forming in the corners of her eyes once more. But, she fights them off valiantly and taps an invisible button, making her choice.

If there were any doubts about what it is, what happens next completely clears everything up.

First, I begin sensing warmth spreading through my chest. Glancing down, I confirm that it isn't only a physical or spiritual phenomenon as vibrant, pinkish glow lights up my torso, focusing at about the height of my heart. The girls gasp at the sight and scurry a little bit further away from me to give everyone a better angle to watch the show.

Then, the unexpected power surges out of my chest in the form of pink energy resembling trails of fluffy smoke. The tendrils extend forward, starting to coil around Elea's body, wrapping her up in multiple gentle lines. Easy to guess, they also focus on her chest, where her heart is.

She closes her eyes and lets out a delighted hum. Without even trying or intending to, I get a feel of our usual connection. Something is being added to it, in a way that isn't meant to alter or change things but develop them even further. The warmth flows from me to her and I realise that it's perhaps part of my divinity being shared with her.

During this unusual process, Elea's chest starts mirroring mine in terms of the light it releases, though to a slightly lesser extent. If mine were compared to a flame, hers would be more like a spark. But, that's not all. Through her closed eyelids, we all notice a similar glow making itself apparent. From its ring-like shape, it's easy to deduce that it's her irises that emit that light, also pink, naturally.