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

Chapter 191 - The First Sermon ❤

So. We are really here. I am really here. The whole cult and faith thing is here and there's no coming back from this.

The news will still need lots of time to spread fully to most of this realm's population, but it seems like a lot of people have already heard a thing or two about this most likely once-in-a-lifetime event from the kingdom's announcements and gatherings.

Thanks to the fact that Ross and Lianne acted immediately and decisively, no one had a chance to panic or worry about the sudden change and revelation. To be honest, it does feel a tiny bit like manipulation or propaganda, but who am I to dictate what the kings and queens do?

Well, except for classifying as the same being as the entity that started this entire nation, of course.

Anyway, their efforts to present the Goddess' decision in an even more positive light and announce that the kingdom fully accepts both of us as valid and respected deities certainly had an effect on the general population. I can only hope that the situation isn't any worse in other regions of the world, populated by different races. I'll get to experience that very soon, most likely. The Dwarves did receive the revelation too, obviously.

But well, I'll have the chance to talk more about the details of this entire grand reveal with Ross and Lianne a bit later. At this very moment, we have gathered here for an official confirmation from the other side mentioned in the revelation. Our side.

Honestly, I thought about how to approach this situation for many hours, assisted by my incredible wives, of course, and I still have plenty of doubts about the correct approach here. None of us could agree on a single one, with our votes pretty split between all options.

In the end, it looks like I'll just have to wing it.

Thankfully, they all seemed to be confident in my ability to convey my unusual, otherworldly beliefs and aspirations to the inhabitants of this realm. So, I can only do what I can and act as myself. What happens next is in the Goddess' hands. Figuratively speaking.

Taking a deep breath which is easily concealed by the curious and excited whispering filling the entrance hall, or prayer hall as Elea insists on calling it, I take a good look around. It has come a long way in these last few days. I've seen my fair share of temples and churches back on Earth and I can admit without a second thought that ours is no short of magnificent while trying to remain as modest and approachable as possible. The idea was to appeal both to proud nobles and anxious commoners without making either uneasy.

And we shall see if we succeeded in that goal.

Besides the beautiful paintings and portraits displaying my and Lumina's visages, the outside ends of the multiple rows of benches are close to the distinguished white, black, and marble statues respectively. Petros did a great job, even with the mean stink eye he had directed my way each time I came to check on his work. If looks could kill, I would be long dead. Especially after the moments the two of us were present in one room with Lyona.

His godly creations were worth it, though.

We now have a pair of full-body statues of me and Lumina, positioned one per side. They are white and depict us inviting the guests further while wearing fairly distinguished robes. Another set of statues follows them, the same size but from black material accentuated with gold, this time showing us in more modest and even slightly worn clothes. Then finally, to complete the arrangement, a final pair stands on both sides of the stage, made of mesmerising marble, and presenting us in heavenly togas which clearly accentuate our respective charms as we direct our hands towards each other longingly.

Gods, I know my aspect is lust and so on but he couldn't have made it more obvious that I have the hots for her. Or both of us have for each other.

Nevertheless, our bodies are works of art in every single sculpture. Petros can easily put Michelangelo and the other masters to shame with his technique. I can already see a certain rowdy Succubus rubbing herself all over my arms, hands, fingers, even face or other body parts. If not for the fact that these monuments are scaled up, they could pose as a real thing with some paint.