Witch Grocery Store: Become the Spokesperson of the Evil God at the Beginning

Bianbai+Cthulhu+Dihua+Steampunk Traveling to a different world full of steam locomotives and gas street lamps, I inherited a run-down shop called "Witch's Grocery Store". But each customer was getting more and more uncomfortable. The dock worker exchanged ten years of memory for a scale, and came back a week later with a fish head on his head to thank me, and respectfully called me "the great trade messenger." The corpse-eaters in the sewers carry rare earths in exchange for novels, saying that I am "a literary guide who spans life and death." The tentacled priest fell in love with me as soon as I walked in and called me "Shepherd of the Stars." What's even more outrageous is that the silver-haired maid Miya, whom I bought in exchange for a human-covered book half a year ago, looks at me more and more strangely. A perfect maid by day, a yandere and loyal dog by night, she starts sharpening her knives when anyone looks at me twice. Although I admit that I may indeed be considered a lackey of the evil god, why are you so fanatical? Can you believe in religion rationally?