I Made a Game Featuring Constellations-Chapter 101

"My deepest apologies, Your Majesty."

Dozens of elite Burrows agents knelt before Beydia.

Seated upon an ornate throne, she crossed her legs, her delicate brow furrowed.

“Not even a single lead...?”

“...I’m afraid not, Your Majesty.”

The gaming company DreamStory, the entity behind Akashic Archive, was attempting to resurrect the dark god.

To prevent the worst-case scenario, Beydia had mobilized all Burrows elite agents, pulling them from their current assignments to dedicate their efforts toward uncovering DreamStory’s true nature.

After all, if the most powerful intelligence guild on the continent devoted itself to the task, surely they would find something—anything.

But there was nothing.

Not a single new piece of information.

They couldn’t even determine the scale or location of DreamStory, let alone identify any of its members.

The only clue they had ever found dated back to the game's initial release.

A nameless individual had withdrawn a significant sum from The Frugal Restraint bank—an account linked to Akashic Archive.

But that was an old lead, one they had already investigated.

At the time, even questioning the bank’s staff about it had left them trembling in fear.

Whoever had been responsible... must have been an Apostle of the dark god.

Beydia left the agents behind and entered her private chamber, gripping her head in frustration.

The only tangible clue remaining was that the individuals managing Akashic Archive’s offline events and merchandise production were Apostles of [Wisdom].

Since they were connected to a Constellation, direct action against them wasn’t possible.

But it no longer mattered.

The dark god had to be stopped.

"I’ll handle this myself."

Once, she had served as an Apostle of Beidos.

Now, the Night Queen was descending upon the world once more.

***

"Hup... is this the last shipment for today?"

Pater, the fourth Apostle of Lustful Wisdom, was once again managing DreamStory’s official merchandise store.

As an Apostle of the Constellation of Wisdom, he had initially attended the Academy to further glorify his god’s name. However, due to more pressing matters, he had temporarily set aside his studies to take on this role.

Under normal circumstances, he might have been irritated at such an abrupt order from his Constellation. But instead—

“Our Constellation must have pulled some insane strings to get exclusive rights to all these Akashic Archive merchandise deals from DreamStory.”

He had once asked his Constellation about DreamStory. The only response he received was that it wasn’t time for him to know yet.

A company so shrouded in secrecy that not even Wisdom’s First Apostle nor the other Celestial Constellations knew of its origins.

Naturally, his admiration for his patron deity only deepened.

Setting that aside, Pater genuinely enjoyed his current work.

"Oho! This time, it's Baby Burner merch and Dragonslayer Latis figures!"

These were extremely limited goods, so rare that even imperial nobles struggled to acquire them. Managing their distribution put him in a position of influence over the most powerful figures on the continent.

He knew better than to abuse that authority—his Constellation would reprimand him severely if he did.

Still, the sheer volume of bribes and desperate requests he received was amusing.

A while ago, he had received a pleading letter from an anonymous "high-ranking official."

Please, allow me to purchase the limited-edition Versia figurine.

The writer had made considerable effort to hide their identity, but with a special authority granted by Wisdom’s Constellation, Pater knew exactly who had sent it.

It was the Crown Prince of the Empire.

And it wasn’t just him.

Powerful figures from all across the continent frequently begged him for access to their favorite character’s limited-edition goods.

Of course, he always sought approval from his Constellation before granting these requests.

But that didn’t change the fact that his influence had become monumental.

More importantly—

He was always the first to see new merch before anyone else.

“This must be Latis’s belt...”

Pater lifted a newly arrived item.

A beautifully crafted, deep violet belt.

In Akashic Archive, Dragonslayer Latis had received a special artifact from the dragon who raised her.

This belt, of course, was merely a replica—without any of the actual power of the in-game artifact.

Still, for fans of the story, it was an absolute treasure.

"Transformation—complete!"

Pater struck a pose.

Obviously, he knew this belt wouldn’t actually let him transform like Latis.

But... it felt good to act it out.

With the store empty and all other employees gone, he indulged in the moment.

And then—

"For an Apostle of Wisdom, you don’t seem particularly intelligent... Did I come to the wrong place?"

A voice echoed from the shadows.

“Who’s there?!”

Pater immediately tensed, magic circles forming at his fingertips as he scanned his surroundings.

This was DreamStory’s official merchandise warehouse—filled with some of the most coveted goods on the continent.

There were always thieves and mercenaries trying to break in.

But none had ever succeeded.

His Constellation had personally erected a divine security barrier around the store, a defensive ward reinforced by multiple Celestial Constellations.

Since its activation, not a single intruder had managed to breach it.

And yet—

Someone was here.

"Are you... an Apostle?"

“...What nonsense.”

Thunk!

“Gah—!”

An unseen force slammed into Pater, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Before he could react, shadowy chains wrapped around his body, binding him completely.

The voice was androgynous, impossible to place.

As his vision blurred, he managed to glimpse the silhouette of someone clad entirely in black, standing over him.

"You thought I was one of those fools who rely on divine blessings? How disgusting."

The figure reached up, pulling back their mask.

Beydia.

The Night Queen placed her hand atop Pater’s head.

Closing her eyes, she focused.

She sifted through his mind.

For several long moments, she searched—until her lips curled downward in irritation.

“...There’s not even a trace of the dark god’s influence.”

She clicked her tongue.

"So he's just... an idiot?"

It was too clean.

If DreamStory were truly working toward the dark god’s resurrection, she would have expected some kind of magical barrier, some mental tampering to prevent unwanted prying.

But Pater?

He knew nothing.

He was exactly what he appeared to be—some Apostle idiot who was just... selling merch.

“I suppose I’ll have to interrogate a higher-ranking Apostle instead.”

Of course, targeting Apostles could escalate things into direct conflict with a Constellation.

That would be... troublesome.

Beydia sighed.

This isn’t going to be easy.

And then—

[Lustful Wisdom wishes to speak with you.]

“...What?”

A small orb materialized in the air.

Before she could react, it expanded, swallowing her whole.

When she opened her eyes, she was no longer in the warehouse.

She was in a grand temple, its architecture immaculate and surreal.

From the highest seat in the chamber, an ethereal voice echoed—

"Night Queen, Beydia."

Her stomach turned.

She already knew who this was.

"Why do you harass my Apostle?"

“Lustful Wisdom...”

Beydia gritted her teeth.

Damn it.

She had been noticed immediately.

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She had barely touched Pater, yet the Constellation of Wisdom had dragged her here in an instant.

As expected, a Constellation of this level was no joke.

Beydia swallowed dryly.

She despised gods.

And if Lustful Wisdom had any connection to the dark god, then they were all the more dangerous.

Escape route... check.

She confirmed the artifact hidden in her pocket.

For now, she needed to extract information before anything else.

And so, Beydia spoke—

"Goddess of Wisdom."

But before she could continue—

"You need not speak. I already know."

Beydia froze.

Her expression shifted.

What did she just say?

"Yes... ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) what a delightful misunderstanding you've had."

"But worry not."

"I have a perfect way to correct you."

Fwshh...

A pink mist curled around Beydia’s legs.

Something’s wrong.

Her instincts screamed at her to move—

But—

‘My... my head...’

The world spun.

Darkness swallowed her vision.

"Sleep well, dear."

"Once you awaken, you'll understand everything."

***

Meanwhile—

"Why is Wisdom suddenly requesting access to Tistina’s episode?"

Lustful Wisdom had just requested special access to Akashic Archive’s final Twelve Gods story—Tistina’s Episode.

Something about it being for an offline event.

I shrugged.

It was the grand finale of the Twelve Gods arc, so I had already prepared most of it in advance.

No reason to refuse.

I granted access.