Huh?
Lover, are you talking about me?
After hearing what the clerk said, Theresa didn't react at first.
But after looking around, she realized that the clerk was referring to her as Yahweh's lover.
Being regarded as the lover of the "Lord" is naturally the highest honor for believers.
However, Theresa felt more fear than joy.
After all, in the church there is a saying that nuns dedicate themselves to the "Lord".
If you want to become a nun in the church, you must ensure your own purity.
But this does not mean that the nun is qualified to call herself the lover of the "Lord".
However, looking at Yahweh's face without any change in expression, Theresa's nervousness gradually dissipated.
Of course, she couldn't think that Yahweh agreed with the clerk's statement, he just didn't care!
That's right, how could the "Lord" she serves care about the misunderstanding of a mortal?
But she overreacted!
Thinking of this, Theresa's mood finally calmed down again, and she stood beside Yahweh without saying a word.
"Sister...sister?!"
However, just because Theresa doesn't care about the clerk's misunderstanding doesn't mean others don't care.
Nangong Nayue looked at the pretty girl in front of her wearing a shop assistant's uniform and her face turned red with anger.
"I'm not this guy's sister!"
Although she has been misunderstood by others because of her figure and appearance.
But this was the first time that Nangong Nayue felt so angry.
I was actually mistaken for Yahweh's sister or something…
This feels even more infuriating than being mistaken for Yahweh's lover before!
"Ah, yes, yes, this little guest and that gentleman are not brother and sister."
However, Nangong Nayue's reaction made the shop assistant more certain of her original guess.
She smiled as if coaxing a child and said this in a gentle tone.
"..."
If she could attack ordinary people at will, she really wanted to use the "Chain of Discipline" to throw this guy out.
Fortunately, Nangong Nayue can barely be considered a regular customer of this store.
A clerk who knew Nangong Nayue noticed the commotion here and walked over.
"I'm so sorry, Miss Nangong."
This is a shop assistant with waist-length black hair who looks very mature.
She looked at Nangong Nayue, bent slightly, and said apologetically.
"This kid is new. He just started working in the store these two days. He is not familiar with Miss Nangong. Please forgive me."
"senior..."
Looking at the actions and words of his predecessor, the young clerk found that he seemed to have really misunderstood and was a little at a loss for a moment.
"Go and entertain other guests first,"
As if noticing her reaction, the long-haired clerk spoke in a gentle tone.
"I'll take care of this!"
"Yes, senior."
After letting the junior who was not very proficient in the work leave, the mature long-haired clerk turned his attention to Nangong Nayue again.
"Ms. Nangong, are you here to order a custom-made Gothic outfit?"
"What style do you want this time?"
"No, I came here with him this time."
As the previous clerk left, Nangong Nayue's mood gradually calmed down.
In response to the question from the long-haired clerk, she glanced at Yawei and said this in a somewhat unpleasant tone.
"Just talk to him, don't look for me."
"This guest..."
After hearing what Nangong Nayue said, the long-haired clerk immediately turned his gaze to Yawei and couldn't help but speculate about the relationship between him and Nangong Nayue.
After all, it was the first time she saw Nangong Nayue bring a man to the store.
They are definitely not brother and sister, as Nangong Nayue has already denied it.
Lover... That's what she wanted to guess, but Theresa's existence made her a little uncertain.
However, since they are neither siblings nor lovers, what is the relationship between them?
Could they be father and daughter?
She shook her head secretly in her heart and stopped thinking about this problem that had nothing to do with her.
"…What kind of clothes do you want to buy?"
"Do you want me to show you the types of clothing in the store?"
"No,"
Yahweh, of course, rejected her outright.
"We can just pick it ourselves."
Faced with Yahweh's words, the long-haired clerk naturally could not continue to pester him.
She said something polite and left.
"I actually misunderstood that Yue-chan and I were siblings. That clerk just now was really blind."
After sending away the long-haired clerk, Yawei turned his gaze to Nangong Nayue and said this with a sigh in his tone.
"...Yes, indeed..."
Seeing Yahweh speaking to her, Nangong Nayue instantly became alert, but Yahweh's next words still exceeded her expectations.
"Even if it's a misunderstanding... they should be father and daughter, right?"
"???"
"Father and daughter? What are you talking about? There's no way such a misunderstanding could have happened, right?"
Although Nangong Nayue herself knew that her figure was indeed petite like a loli.
But father and daughter...
Isn't this too exaggerated?
Nangong Nayue was so angry at Yahweh's words that she gritted her teeth.
At this moment, she really wanted to use the folding fan in her hand to hit Yawei hard on the head.
However, thinking of the consequences of her doing this last time, Nangong Nayue gave up the idea.
"How is it impossible?"
Facing Nangong Nayue's somewhat excited rebuttal, Yahweh's words remained so calm and indifferent.
"I think, at my age, there shouldn't be any problem for me to be Na Yue-chan's father, right?"
"..."
After hearing what Yahweh said, Nangong Nayue didn't know how to refute for a moment.
After all, he was right.
Moreover, not talking about age, let's talk about identity.
This person has the title of "Heavenly Father", so there is no problem in saying that he is her father.
Seeing Nangong Nayue's speechless look, Yawei, who had completed his daily task of teasing Nayue, did not make things difficult for her, but turned his attention to the two cute little guys beside him.
"Xia Yin, Aguro La, what kind of clothes do you like?"
"Just pick whatever you like."
"My Lord, just help me choose..."
Upon hearing this, Xia Yin immediately gave the choice to Yawei.
After all, she had been wearing nun's clothes most of the time before.
I'm not good at choosing clothes.
Moreover, for Xia Yin, it doesn't really matter whether she likes it or not; the key is whether Yahweh likes it or not.
"Me, me too!"
After hearing Xia Yin's words, Agurola next to him was not willing to be left behind.
"Let Yahweh choose my clothes, too!"
Eventually, both cuties gave Yahweh the right to choose their clothes.