A few days had passed since the miraculous, endless appearance of chicken finally came to an end.
Erin, her face glowing with happiness, let out a soft sigh as she soaked in the hot spring nestled in the outskirts—a place of miracles only those beloved by the divine could perceive.
Although there were baths available in the cathedral, coming all the way here to bathe was deeply meaningful to her.
This place itself was the result of her first-ever plea to the one true God, Igogodon, when she had childishly whimpered, “I want to bathe.”
‘This feels so good…’
Her pale, flawless skin glistened under the moonlight.
Beneath the rippling water, two overwhelming reservoirs of divine energy shimmered, leaving any observer awestruck.
Whenever she spent time here, Erin felt a profound connection to the depths of the divine, as though her very soul was intertwined with God.
This brought a rosy blush to her cheeks, making her bath look like a living portrait of beauty itself.
‘Igogodon…’
She thought back to the first time.
When chickens began to appear endlessly, piling up day after day, even she couldn’t help but be bewildered.
Erin understood one crucial fact: God’s miracles were finite.
Each miracle consumed divine power—God expending Himself to care for the people.
For that reason, she could never view the continuous miracles with the same ease others did when they offered their thanks.
She was already grateful that God had shared culinary techniques advanced enough to revolutionize the world’s food culture.
That alone would have been more than enough.
‘But to grant her even more?’
‘Igogodon, how could I possibly repay the grace you’ve given me…?’
Erin closed her eyes and reflected on the past.
It was a time when the world was in chaos—when false gods obscured the one true God, claiming His place.
The continent’s people groaned under the weight of plagues, oppressive taxes, and the terror of tyrannical rulers.
Even the uprising of bandits in her village was a consequence of a broken political system.
Those days were like living in the midst of hellfire.
And yet, the one who saved her from such despair was Him.
He provided her with food, water, clothing, and transformed her into a saint.
But it wasn’t just her He cherished.
He illuminated the paths of three holy knights, guided even the emperor to repentance, and continued to bring miracles that reshaped the world.
If not for Igogodon, who else could have done such things?
Erin placed her hand over her chest and pressed down.
She couldn’t help it—her heart was racing as if it might burst.
‘Igogodon…’
The heart of a saint was truly complicated.
She could accept that God loved everyone and claimed everyone as His own.
But then, what was this feeling stirring within her?
Suddenly, an image of Emperor Eirene’s joyous face flashed in her mind—a smile filled with the supreme happiness only those in love could wear.
She, too, was someone blessed by God.
Her ability to perceive this hot spring was proof of that.
And… Eirene was the only one who had ever stood face-to-face with God.
Erin thought to herself, ‘Perhaps, just for today, I could let myself be a little selfish, as I was on the day this hot spring was created…’
The woman within her—separate from the saint—kept whispering, urging her on.
***
With a splash, Erin slowly emerged from the spring, knelt on the ground, and clasped her hands tightly in prayer.
“Igogodon, thank you for always watching over us, loving us, and sharing your simple truths with us.
“Your will is my will, and anyone who seeks to oppose or reject it will be my enemy, no matter who they are.
“But just for today… I want to ask something, cautiously.”
Just for one day.
Even if it’s just one single day, please—
“Please love only me…”
Her deepest, most hidden desire burst forth, unbidden, aimed directly at the great and one true God, Igogodon.
“Like the day I accepted Your divine truth within me as a saint… fill me entirely with You.
“I exist solely for that purpose.”
“I still hold dear Your words that reminded me I am, above all, a woman.”
“Whenever it may be… please, come to me.”
“..I want to see Your face.”
“I want to know what You, Igogodon, look like…”
“..It doesn’t matter how or when.”
“If only I could meet You.”
“If only I could gaze upon You…”
The part of her that was simply a woman—hidden within the saint—had been stirred for a reason that was, in the end, undeniably human.
“I’ll wait for as long as it takes, Igogodon.
“Even if just for a fleeting moment, please find me.
“When that time comes, I will give You everything within me.
“So, please don’t refuse me.”
“Fill me with nothing but Your ‘simple truth’… endlessly…”
Erin’s prayerful figure was more sincere than ever before.
***
[Gulp.]
I swallowed hard without realizing it, scrolling up and down the page repeatedly.
Seriously…? They gave an entire chapter to this scene as a reward for chicken money?
What’s more, the art seemed way more polished than usual.
Each frame wasn’t just webtoon-quality—it looked like a full-blown illustration.
The colors, the composition, the sheer care put into every detail…
Erin, removing her nun’s attire piece by piece after entering the hot spring, praying earnestly…
It was like every stroke of the brush was brimming with obsessive artistry.
Especially the shading and detail on her chest—it was borderline craftsmanship.
[Gulp.]
Without even thinking, I swallowed again.
‘The only downside?’
Too much steam in the scene.
Of course, without it, this would’ve felt more like straight-up adult content, so maybe it was for the best.
So, does this count as story progression, or just fan service?
***
[Probably fan service, right?]
Crass as it may be to admit… I stood up.
[Igogodon: Oh… wow.]
[Igogodon: This is hitting me in a certain way.]
Naturally, I thought the author would say something cheeky, like, “It’s wonderful that Erin’s appearance suits Igogodon’s taste.”
However, the reply I received was completely unexpected.
[MoneyPlease: I apologize.]
[MoneyPlease: It’s because Erin… uh… took a bath today.]
[Igogodon: Why are you apologizing? LOL]
[Igogodon: No, you did great. It’s perfect—my observations were spot on!]
[MoneyPlease: Is that so…? That’s a relief to hear, but still…]
???
‘What’s going on here??’
‘A new gimmick, perhaps?’
For a moment, my brain froze, but then I thought, ‘With Erin looking for me like this, shouldn’t I go to her for at least one day?’
‘But I couldn’t just leap into the comic myself.’
While I pondered, I carefully made a suggestion to the author.
[Igogodon: Hey, author.]
[Igogodon: It’s really unfortunate that Erin is searching for me so earnestly, yet I can’t go to her myself.]
[MoneyPlease: I deeply regret that as well… It’s my lack of ability.]
[MoneyPlease: Igogodon’s wishes must absolutely be fulfilled.]
[Igogodon: LOL, it’s fine.]
[Igogodon: But couldn’t you do what you did last time?]
[MoneyPlease: Last time? What do you mean?]
[Igogodon: Remember?]
[Igogodon: When you erased the steam around Eirene?]
That’s right.
If I couldn’t go to Erin, I’d have her come to me.
In other words, just one more suggestive illustration would let me imagine we met and shared… well, some things.
Sure, I was overly immersed, but breaking the fourth wall and forcing myself into the comic wasn’t feasible.
Anyway, dear author,
Draw Erin like you did before!
[Igogodon: Could you observe Erin and send her over like last time?]
[Igogodon: If you need divine intervention, I’m willing to provide it.]
Though explicit scenes were off the table, a lightly suggestive image like the one they drew for Eirene should be fine.
But—
[MoneyPlease: About that…]
[MoneyPlease: I’m very sorry, but… I feel a bit shy, so I don’t think I can observe it in detail.]
[Igogodon: What??]
The response I got was, once again, completely unexpected.
[MoneyPlease: It’s just…]
[MoneyPlease: I’m terribly sorry, but it’s embarrassing.]
Embarrassing?
Now?
At this point???
I mean, I wasn’t going to force the issue if it was difficult… but… they had no problem drawing Eirene before, right?
Eirene’s body was arguably more provocative than Erin’s.
They had drawn Eirene’s curves in vivid detail without hesitation.
It was at this moment that a thought occurred to me:
‘Is the person I’m chatting with now different from the one who drew Eirene?’
Ah…
Now that I think about it, when I first donated that $10,000, the author did use the term “we.”
At the time, I didn’t give it much thought, but—
‘Could it be that the person chatting with me now isn’t the main artist but an assistant?’
Given the sheer volume and speed of their work, it wouldn’t be surprising if more than one person was involved.
Even today’s “fan service” chapter had such high quality that it could’ve taken days to produce.
I didn’t know much about how webtoon teams operated, but I’d heard professional creators often worked with assistants.
If this account was shared among a small team, it would make sense.
Probably two people? A large amateur team didn’t seem realistic.
Given the subtle difference in tone, I reasoned that I was currently chatting with a support artist rather than the main one.
***
[Igogodon: Ah, I see.]
[Igogodon: Don’t feel too bad about it, LOL.]
[MoneyPlease: I’m really sorry.]
[MoneyPlease: I’ll try to overcome this feeling of embarrassment as soon as I can, so I can fully observe the world to suit Igogodon’s preferences.]
[Igogodon : LOL.]
In any case, it seemed I had made them uncomfortable.
Still, asking, “Hey, are you the same artist who drew Eirene last time?” would break the flow of our playful roleplay.
‘For now, I guess I’ll hold off on requesting suggestive illustrations.’
After all, I wasn’t reading the comic just for the fan service anymore.
And honestly, I didn’t need the steam to be removed.
There’s a certain aesthetic to things being partially concealed.
Considering that, Erin’s scenes as they were…
Today, I didn’t even feel the need to waste time searching for illustrations on art sites.