He wasn't trying to read anyone's mind, nor was he doing so deliberately.
But as an omniscient and omnipotent being, he simply knew everything.
His own feelings, why he was angry, and the reason he had come here—all of it was inevitably within Father's will.
That was the nature of the existence known as God: omnipresent and omnipotent, with all things under the Lord's permission.
That was also why Halloween Queen felt even more hurt and distressed.
"How could you do such a thing to White Night? I clearly hinted at it to you, but you deliberately ignored me and took the initiative with White Night instead."
"...Am I not as beautiful as the White Night Spirit of Stars?"
Halloween Queen bit her lip and spoke anxiously, her expression flustered.
"Hahahaha! You're overthinking it, my queen! You and the White Night Spirit of Stars are equally beautiful. She's valiant and dashing, while you're noble and elegant. There's no difference in the level of your beauty; it simply comes from different realms."
Roy laughed heartily and comforted Halloween Queen.
"Then why did you...?"
Hearing that Roy didn't find her ugly or dislike her, Halloween Queen was delighted.
At the same time, however, she was still puzzled as to why Roy had shown no reaction to her hints.
Morality and ethics? The so-called human values?
How could such things possibly exist in God of Christianity?
If such emotions could appear in God of Christianity, Halloween Queen would never have been born in the first place.
After all, her mother was Laura Crowley.
"Because I don't like hints, my queen! Your sister boldly offered herself to me, even though she had misunderstood my meaning."
"...But as for those who take the initiative, so long as they do not attempt to defy my will,