Lucy, who had been waiting to teleport, frowned as she remembered the perverted apostle and the other trash who had clung to her when she left the church.

The starting point of that chaos was the perverted apostle. Up until then, he had been so grateful, constantly bowing and saying, "If you need any help, call me anytime." But in front of the perverted followers of the church, he suddenly made his request.

"Lady Arlen, would you grant me permission to express the inspiration I gained from you as art?"

The perverted apostle had twisted his words, but the intention …