“Under arrest? For what?” I cried out.

“Hmph! Bringing such a fat ugly cow into our midst, how could that not be provocation! Our spies have already well documented your association with the church of the mother. As for the talk that you’re the great unifier… who asked you to unify anyone!”

In Aberis, there was the church that was responsible for managing the priests and paladins. At some point, the church had broken up. The church of the mother and the daughter became the church of the mother and the church of the daughter. Somehow, large breasts had signified the mother, while small or nonexistent breasts signified the daughter. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like age played into it. It would have been uncomfortable if it was a church of lolis.

Mary, the archbishop of the church of the mother had asked me to help them create peace with the church of the daughter. She claimed that simply by surrounding myself with women of different endowments while accomplishing great deeds, I was already helping remove the negative stigmatism of the church.

The paladins and priests that had come with me to battle the demon lord had all been impressed by my women and a few had even grudgingly admitted that Garnet’s work was pretty exceptional and that Terra and Miki were powerful assets. They were especially interested in Miki’s spiritual abilities, with complemented their priests well. They wanted to know how she had earned such a job. I told them you had to surround yourself with death, become sickly for a long time, die, and then become a ghost. None of them were eager to do what was necessary to reach those goals.

However, while the church of the mother, while filled with prejudice, had some desire to make amends and reunite, the flat-chested women were much pricklier, it seemed. I did not have time to worry about them and had focused on my own problems with Alerith. Mary hadn’t given me a timeline, and I hadn’t been in this world all that long anyway. I hadn’t realized that the church of the daughter was located in the Ost Republic, although now I realized it made too much sense.

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Since both countries were so vehemently opposed to each other, why wouldn’t their churches also be opposed to each other? Now that I thought about it, there seemed to be a lot more flat-chested women on the streets in the capital. Most Osterian women had rather small breasts, although Alysia was an exception. I wondered if she had trouble getting married in the church given her chest-size.

As for me unifying anyone, that must have spread from Mary. She was trying to make things happen and had spread that I was some kind of religious symbol. My harem of women was becoming the source of reform in the church. I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry.

“M-my breasts aren’t that big… although they have been getting bigger recently…” Raissa blushed.

“St-stupid pregnancy…” Eliana added, feeling her breasts which have also gotten a bit bigger.

“Hmph… two mothers and a big-tittied elf! You don’t want to start a fight! You want war!” The woman cried out accusingly.

“That’s not true!” I fought back. “I’ve said before, I like women of all sizes! It’s just a coincidence these women happen to be pregnant and large-chested.”

“Then, prove it!”

“Huh?”

“I see two flat-chest women by your side!”

“Huh? Where?”

“Ai, ai… I keep telling them I’m a man, but they don’t believe me.” Octin sighed.

“Is he the reason you feel the need to talk down to yourself, sister? The girl demanded.

“Sister?” Octius cocked her head.

The church leader grabbed each of their hands. “You shouldn’t be made ashamed of having flat chests! You need not call yourselves men just because you don’t have those mounds of fat!”

“Oh my…” Octin had an awkward smile, looking slightly exasperated like he’s had this conversation before while Octius just looked dumbfounded.

“And this man!” She whipped her hand at me. “If he could call himself a man he would make you both feel like the women you deserve to be!”

“Um… but they really are…” I tried to explain.

“Silence! If you truly are this so-called lover of all women, then give these women proper affection, or… or… I’ll sentence you and your three boob bimbos to death!”