Inside the tent, the two sisters left alone with the man looked slightly uneasy. “Um… Warrior?” “Don’t worry. There’s no need to be afraid,” the man reassured them. “I’m an ally to all women. Now, sit down. Do you have a favorite god? No? Perfect. From today, you’ll be my followers. I am Gerbera, the god of passion and desire. Praise me, and I shall bestow blessings upon you.” The man possessed by Gerbera spoke as if he were singing. “Isn’t Gerbera supposed to be a goddess?” The older sister asked cautiously. “Sometimes I take on the form of a man,” Gerbera replied smoothly. “It makes no difference. When I see women troubled by skin afflictions, I feel the urge to help. Now, trust me and surrender yourself.” Though the sisters couldn’t quite grasp what was happening, they instinctively felt that the man before them was not a bad person. Even when he looked at the older sister’s scarred face, he neither recoiled in disgust nor squinted with pity. They had never encountered a man like this before. “Now, say my name,” Gerbera urged. “I believe in you, Lord Gerbera. I will become your follower,” the older sister declared. “Me too, Lord Gerbera! I will follow you as well,” the younger sister quickly added, echoing her sister’s words. “Good girls,” Gerbera said, smiling. “Now, close your eyes.” The two sisters sat down and obediently shut their eyes. About fifteen minutes later, the sisters emerged from the tent. Yuri and Musaka were no longer around; only the handmaidens remained. The sisters’ expressions had transformed into ones of pure joy. The older sister still wore her hood, but her skin had miraculously cleared. Her face looked normal again. “Wow!” “Amazing!” “We were told not to say anything about this today. But thank you all so much. I feel like I’m dreaming,” the sisters said, clasping the handmaidens’ hands tightly in gratitude before departing happily. The handmaidens, teary-eyed, entered the tent. Michael was still inside. “Could it be… that you’re Lord Gerbera in male form?” one of them asked timidly. “That’s right,” Gerbera replied with a grin. “Thank you for your hard work today. As a reward, I have a gift for all of you.” The male Gerbera handed each of the handmaidens a single blue flower. “It’s beautiful!” “Thank you so much!” “I’m a better man than Lars, aren’t I?” Gerbera teased one of the handmaidens who was known to favor Lars. “Oh no, I’m torn! Lord Gerbera, I adore you too!” The tent filled
