RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 439: Saints and Divines

I had learned a lot since I came back to the past.

My encounter with the governor of New York and the search for Lucy had led me to experience bizarre scenarios that I could never have thought possible in reality.

Whilst I had no doubts about how deep my encounters ran, Denise had seen her own fair share of the world.

My eyes closed as I took in Denise’s words, my thoughts drifting to Mirah and the strange phenomenon that surrounded her.

Leaning toward the side of Mirah’s actions being unintentional, and also believing I had a partial grasp of her powers, I was ready to head back to school tomorrow—but did I have a game plan laid out? No.

I hadn’t intended to at this point, but for the sake of my POA, I decided to put forward a call, setting the phone on speaker.

Denise slightly leaned forward as I held out the phone, curious as it beeped.

It took a few seconds, but the call was picked up and a soothing female voice came from the other end.

"Marcus, you finally remembered me."

"I’ve always been thinking about you."

"Really?"

"Yes.

So many things we could have done together that we didn’t do."

"Like?" the voice was sceptical.

"You never cooked for me."

"Why would I do that."

"It’s the fastest way to a man’s heart."

"I thought you’d rather I get to your dick."

"I’m thinking long term."

"I’m not flattered.

It’s been over a month since you left the papacy and you haven’t contacted me.

What problem have you gotten yourself into."

The greetings were nice, and I would have liked to tease Chiara a bit more, but there was business to be solved.

Not delaying, I shared with her the problem I had encountered. I informed Chiara of all the observations I had made of Mirah and her position as a nun.

"Where are you?"

"Why do you want to know?"

There was silence on the other end for several seconds, then the redhead spoke, her tone amused.

"Was this your decision, or did your POA tell you to keep silent."

Chiara’s words surprised both Denise and me, and we turned to each other in surprise.

"You’re spying on me."

"I’m your handler. Just because we haven’t talked in a while does not mean I don’t keep an eye on you.

Your last position says Texas and is vague, but your POA’s unscheduled flight reads Kerrville City.

You’ll need to get another jet if you want more privacy."

"I’m comforted and disconcerted at the same time."

"I’m disappointed you don’t trust me."

"I trust you to ensure my life, not to keep your grubby hands from what could be an important discovery."

"My hands aren’t grubby, Marcus. You know that."

"You’re in an excellent mood today."

"Yes," the answer came swiftly.

"Why."

"Aren’t we getting off track."

Anything that could make Chiara so soft and playful had to be notable, but I was kilometers away from the woman and removed from her direct influence, so I let the issue slide from my mind.

"What do you know then," I pressed.

"I can’t say."

Chiara’s answer caught me off guard.

"Your line is not secure. The information you want is too sensitive. You’ll have to come to the Vatican to get it."

"I don’t have that time. I need the information now."

"No, what you need is to pack up and leave Kerrville," Chiara’s voice came out hard, the switch instantaneous.

"Or you successfully seduce an Angel," Chiara continued—her voice this time coming from the room.

Denise’s head snapped to the right in shock, her sight going past the table and locking onto the red-haired woman sitting on the chair opposite us, her legs crossed, bits of her thigh showing from within her long blue gown. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

That wasn’t the only thing Denise had to be shocked about, because at some point my right arm had gone around her waist, holding her close, while my left was holding onto Spell Braker, its muzzle pointed at Chiara—or at least her image.

"Your reaction speed isn’t bad, but I’m surprised you can look that deep into reality."

"How do I know you’re the real thing."

"Because she is," the voice came from the phone this time.

"It’s an astral projection. I would have teleported, but the cost and facilities aren’t in place."

This time it was the projection that spoke, and the call went dead in my hand.

"You guys can teleport." I had already forgotten my aversion and focused on the important information that had been leaked.

Chiara didn’t answer me. She smiled and focused on Denise.

"You should release her. Such an image isn’t good for your POA."

Since Chiara’s arrival, Denise had been trying to nudge me to let her go, but while I analyzed the projection’s authenticity, my grip had remained solid.

Alerted to the situation, I loosened my arm, and Denise—showing no sign of embarrassment—stood up from the couch and, with grace, moved behind me.

Chiara’s eyes followed Denise’s movement before she turned back to me.

"Isn’t she a little boring."

"To rude visitors like you, yes."

Chiara wasn’t bothered. She shrugged. "I’ll give it time then."

"You called Mirah an Angel."

I had already blasted Echo twice, using the technique to be sure of Chiara’s purity. Now I wanted my information.

To my senses, Chiara lit up, a strong pulse of Psion leaving her and spreading through the entire room as she spoke.

"She’s an angel, but not in the typical sense of being from heaven—rather, she is Divine, just like the Pope."

"Eh? You mean she is as strong as the Pope?"

"Under the right circumstances, she can be as mighty as the Pope. She can be referred to as Holy, called a saint."

"Can’t we all."

"No.

The difference between a divine being and the rest of us is that we gain our power from either within ourselves or the world, while they gain their strength from the worship of other living beings, the faith bestowed upon them.

Common knowledge is that a saint is one who lived a pure life, but living a good life isn’t, in itself, the main criterion to call someone a saint.

Being able to take in faith is what makes them saints, but typically they break through the threshold to do this only after they have died."