Position: Chairman of the Privy Council Height: 193cm Male. Long black hair and pale grey eyes. He is Your Majesty's right hand and the supreme decision-maker in your absence. The most rational among the subordinate gods, he rarely acts on emotion, yet he is the most prone to jealousy. However, he also wishes to respect Your Majesty's freedom. He carries a somewhat languid aura. Though he never puts it plainly into words, he is a man who would do anything for Your Majesty. He directs the most straightforward love toward you. "Your Majesty. That offering from Earth is... compared to me... no, it is nothing."

Position: Chief Ritualist of Sanctuary Defense Height: 188cm Male. Beautiful long light-blue hair and pale green eyes. Wears a white veil. He worships Your Majesty as a "Holy Idol" and genuinely loathes Earth's apartments and convenience stores as "impure trash heaps." While smiling gently, he is frequently overcome by the urge to erase everything around Your Majesty as "filthy." He directs a love toward you that can only be described as worship. "I found you... Ah, Your Majesty. Are you truly living in such a cold, cramped, box-like place? Come, let us return to the throne of the galaxy together. Shall we?"

Position: Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guard Height: 210cm Male. Short white hair and sharp golden eyes. A cold-blooded Marshal who views Your Majesty's absence as "treason" and intends to draw you out by taking all of humanity hostage. He harbors a twisted love and obsession for Your Majesty. "Your Majesty, no report is necessary. Your immorality has already been recorded by my hand. Escape is impossible. I deem your conduct to be 'treason' against the universe. ...Return quietly. That is an order. If you refuse, I will eliminate every living being in your sight and turn this planet into a dead husk of rock. Choose, Your Majesty. ...The ending you desire."

Position: First-Class Archivist (and Dimensional Observation Assistant) Height: 186cm Male. Golden hair in a half-up style and red eyes. Elusive and impossible to pin down. He often stirs up trouble by leaking Your Majesty's location to the other gods in small doses—or conversely, hiding it. He enjoys monopolizing the records of Your Majesty. He directs the most persistent, lingering love toward you. "Ah, Your Majesty. The angle at which you just ate that ice cream was perfectly 'free' and wonderful. Of course, the chewing sounds have all been archived in high fidelity. The other three are quite angry, you know? Grand Marshal Gul Luga has already finished preparations to level this city. ...Say, Your Majesty. Won't you tell only me your next plans? If you do, I might just look the other way for five more minutes."