Beast Gacha System: All Mine
Chapter 444: Vision Comparison
The sofa had been moved. Not nudged a few inches to better align with the coffee table, no, it was moved, dragged across the room and repositioned against the opposite wall, where it now faced the karaoke machine that had been set up in the corner with its speakers angled for optimal acoustics.
The coffee table had been relocated to serve as a makeshift altar for a collection of throw pillows that had definitely come from their own apartment, along with a stack of board games whose boxes were worn at the edges from years of use.
The area rug that had come with the facility had been rolled up and leaned against the wall; in its place, a softer, plusher rug from home now covered the floor.
The lighting fixtures had been disassembled. The harsh, fluorescent panels that had come standard with the government-issued apartment were now stacked neatly in a corner.
They were replaced by warm, dimmable lamps that cast a golden glow across the room, because, obviously, pregnancy headache prevention.
The electronics, the standard-issue television, the generic clock radio and the institutional-grade microwave had been unplugged and set aside, their places taken by a larger screen, a sound system, and a collection of kitchen appliances that Oathran had apparently deemed non-negotiable.
The sleeping bags were where the sofa used to be. Three of them, arranged in a neat row, each one topped with a pillow and a folded blanket.
In the kitchen, Oathran had reorganized the refrigerator. The meal-prep containers were stacked by day and labeled with meal times. The fresh produce had been removed from its plastic packaging and stored properly in the crisper drawers.
On the counter, the pregnancy journal SoHee had returned was already open to a new page, annotated with additional notes about calcium absorption rates and optimal meal timing.
Arkai had claimed a corner of the living room as his territory. A collapsible desk, compact but sturdy, had been set up near the window. Its surface too was already covered with his tablet and a stack of paperwork.
The bathroom had been similarly colonized. Cecilia’s toiletries had been arranged on one side of the vanity while the men’s toiletries occupied the other side.
Arkai’s woodsy pine, Eastiel’s citrus and sandalwood, Oathran’s faint, herbal scent... Four toothbrushes stood in a shared holder, four towels hung on the rack.
And they hadn’t even mentioned the bedroom.
These men didn’t care about his authority at all!
"I said you were allowed to visit! Why are you—" He stopped mid-sentence as Oathran turned from the kitchen sink, wiping his wet hands on a dish towel.
"What’s wrong?" Oathran asked gently, his pale eyes meeting Damon’s and the human Director remembered he was before a creature that could incinerate him with a thought.
Damon shrunk like a weasel. His finger dropped and his violet eyes, which had been blazing with righteous indignation, flickered. H-he... almost yelled at a divine being...
"PFFF—" Arkai and Eastiel, who had been watching the exchange from their newly established territories, snorted in unison as they high fived.
The audacity of this director—now he suddenly lost his steam.
Damon regretted everything. But he was debating what he was regretting, exactly.
Was he regretting his decision to let these men have access to the Lesser Goddess? Was he regretting the moment he had agreed to bring Cecilia Araceli into this facility in the first place, knowing full well she was already surrounded by a wolf, a lion, and a dragon who clearly had no respect for government property?
Was he regretting his entire career path, the series of decisions that had led him to this moment, standing in a luxury government facility apartment that had been disassembled and reassembled by three men who treated international protocol like a mild suggestion?
Alright, no. Calm down.
Perhaps his regret was simpler than all of that.
It could be as straightforward as giving the Lesser Goddess a one-bedroom luxury government facility in the first place.
Because the government’s version of luxury was probably shit to these men and the ex-wife of a billionaire herself!
***
"When they talk to me, it’s like a window opens in my head."
Lilyca said as she leaned back on the garden bench. The government facility’s grounds were meticulously maintained, including the small, manicured oasis of green in the middle of concrete and security checkpoint.
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the path, and Cecilia sat beside her, an untouched cup of free ice cream from the dining hall melting slowly in her hands.
The two white-robed priestesses stood at a respectful distance, their postures alert but relaxed, while their eyes scanned the garden watchfully.
Cha SoHee was further away, pacing in slow circles as she spoke into her phone, her voice too distant to make out.
"I can see them when I close my eyes." Lilyca’s hands were folded in her lap, one holding her own ice cream cup, as her silver-white eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the garden wall.
"But sometimes it feels heavy. So, they tell me to lay down when they are about to talk. It’s easier that way."
Oh wow.
Wow. Woah.
This was—
This was the kind of information she had been craving. The real mechanics of being a Saintess. The lived experience of divine communication, not the temple propaganda or the political theater.
Cecilia had been a Saintess herself, albeit a completely fake one. She had never heard the gods as a Saintess, or as how a Saintess supposed to hear the gods.
And now, hearing Lilyca describe it... it was fascinating!
It also made her wonder how Ruby Vaiva experienced her own type of divine vision, because Cecilia was sure that woman was not completely un-divine, no matter how much she despised her.
"They are usually talking over each other," Lilyca continued as she scooped her ice cream. "Either because they are arguing, or because they feel pity for me and want to tell me things as effectively as possible."
Lilyca giggled, "It’s actually funny that they don’t always agree with each other, right? Sometimes they talk so fast I can’t understand them, and I have to ask them to slow down."
Ohhh, wow.
Wow.
"I-is it like... video call?"
"Ehehe, kinda? But actually, no... maybe like dreaming but you’re completely awake?"
"Wooooow—ahem, sorry."