"Customer service?" The Magic Goddess clearly had yet to adapt to the peculiar term Roger had suddenly introduced.
"It means creating a virtual person and having them help me screen things. That should work, right?" Roger thought for a moment. "If it absolutely has to be a living being, I could create a digital maze, send some of our enemies into it, and make their prayers into the 'monster sound effects' of the digital maze. That would be pretty good too."
"You can give it a try. It should work as long as it possesses consciousness. I granted authorization to Kenuosencha, after all. But not every god possesses abilities like yours and mine." The Magic Goddess did not know whether it would succeed either. They could only try it themselves.
Roger looked at Book in surprise. He had not expected this fellow to be so busy with official duties. No wonder Book had wanted to connect to a "server" back then and had immediately popped out—it turned out Book had long been handling that sort of work.
"Alright, I'll try it later." Roger considered it, then added, "Besides that, I want to know the truth about why I was sacrificed. I remember... it should have been another god who threw me over here, right?"
"The War God is descending into madness. The blood of mortals He despises most flows through your veins, so naturally, you became His target. Once the corruption reached a certain point, He ordered your father to sacrifice you. Originally, you should have appeared in the War God's Divine Kingdom and become an object of His torment. But His wife, the Marriage Goddess, sent you away. Her purpose was to delay the War God's descent into madness. As for why you appeared here and became my husband,