Charlotte felt that she still paid too little attention to the believers.
Unknowingly, she felt that she couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the believers.
It can be seen that although she spread the faith among the Blood Wolf Tribe, it is the faith of the "True Ancestor", and logically speaking, it should have nothing to do with "Charlotte".
But now it seems that believers have begun to saintize "Charlotte"
Charlotte's heart moved slightly and she fell into deep thought.
"Saintization" is an essential step in the process of divine recovery.
After browsing many of Albrecht's memories about gods, Charlotte also gained a fairly in-depth understanding of them.
The newly resurrected gods are too weak, so they often choose to stay behind the scenes, cultivating true believers and subordinates to work for them, creating opportunities for them to regain their strength.
The chosen believers are called saints.
Saints are agents of the true God and scrollers, and will possess the power given by the gods.
What Misha is doing now is to bind "Charlotte" and "Saint" with faith.
However, there are differences.
From Charlotte's perspective, the "Charlotte" narrated by the maid Misha sounds more transcendent than the average saint.
For example, some of the demihuman maid's words are equivalent to Mohu, such as "representing my lord's will", "her power is my lord's power" and so on.
This kind of statement that imitates the boundaries between humans and gods is no longer as simple as being a believer, but more like preparing for further deification in the future.
Saints are the agents of God and the executors of God's will.
But a saint can also be a saint.
The saint is the incarnation of the god coming to the world...
Perhaps it would be difficult for others to detect the possibility hidden in Misha's words, and they would only think that it was the admiration of the lord by the people of the territory. However, as the person involved, Charlotte could realize the deeper meaning of it.
This is laying the foundation.
Laying the foundation for her future to merge with the identity of "True Ancestor" at the right time.
Charlotte didn't quite believe that this was the werewolf priest Luv's own realization.
Although the leader of the Blood Wolf Tribe knew her identity, strictly speaking, he was not so bright-minded and could not have imagined integrating the character "Charlotte" into her belief system.
There must be someone else pushing and guiding behind this.
As for who the promoter is, considering the past of Misha and the Blood Wolf Tribe, Charlotte already has an answer in her mind...
With this thought, Charlotte "looked" at the two of them again, and their communication continued.
"My Lord is different from other gods. Compared with those gods who are aloof and regard the mortal world as ants, my Lord who walks with mortals can understand us better. My Lord has personally experienced the disordered and chaotic world, and has also shaped the order of the past. , the return of our Lord will surely subvert everything and reshape everything!”
The demihuman maid Misha said enthusiastically.
"Miss Misha, my lord...are you really paying attention to us?"
Eleanor couldn't help but ask, her eyes a little yearning, but also a little uneasy and hesitant.
Misha smiled slightly:
"Of course, our Lord has recovered. She has been guarding us silently. When we are pious enough, we will receive her guidance and blessings. I think you have seen this many times in the tribe. ”
"To be able to change the order, you must first have power, and my Lord's power is omnipotent, and My Lord never hesitates to pay attention and love to his believers."
"Those hypocritical gods will only respond to the prayers of believers with the most perfunctory attitude, and will not even look at believers. Only our Lord will personally cast his gaze and guide us..."
Charlotte:…
After listening to Misha's words, she felt somewhat guilty and a little weird at the same time.
She felt that the demihuman maid seemed to have misunderstood something.
It's obvious that she doesn't want to do everything by herself and listen to the believers holding a meeting in her head, but she doesn't have the "self-response" belief mechanism like other gods, so she can only do it herself.
She doesn't respond every day, but spends three days fishing and two days surfing the Internet. She takes a look when she thinks of it, and takes a look when she's in a good mood. Whether she responds or not depends on luck. She gives priority to those light spots that flicker with high frequency in the belief network. Come.
To put it bluntly, it is Buddhism plus laziness.
But now it seems that this has had some wonderful effect...
First of all, Charlotte's personal response seems to make believers feel that she is more close to the people and more concerned about patrons than other gods.
Secondly, not getting a response every time also allows Charlotte to maintain mystery and aloofness, preventing believers from losing their respect for the gods because they get the attention of the gods too easily.
In a sense, it's a mistake.
"Miss Misha, tell me... will my lord hear my voice?"
Eleanor couldn't help but ask again.
Misha smiled:
"Of course, Lady Eleanor, our Lord has always been paying attention to us, and she will definitely hear your voice."
Eleanor felt a little confused:
"But I... never heard her voice."
"Maybe you haven't completely passed my Lord's test yet."
Misha said.
"test?"
Eleanor was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
The demi-human maid paused and said:
"Lord Eleanor, are you planning to give up your title and return to the North to become a priest?"
Eleanor was silent for a moment and sighed:
"That's what I planned."
"I've had enough of the hypocrisy and filthiness of the nobles. Every day I deal with them, I feel the rejection and disgust from the bottom of my heart..."
"I am not suitable to be a lord. The regent and the noble council are enough to manage the entire territory. Bold has me or not, there is no difference."
"Rather than being a useless vase in the castle, socializing hypocritically with those annoying guys every day, and wallowing in banquets and salons, I want to go back to the places that really need me and become a pious person. Ascetic."
“I hope to join my Lord’s church, I hope to listen to my Lord’s teachings, and I also hope to become a practitioner of my Lord like Charlotte…”
After listening to Eleanor's words, Misha sighed slightly and said:
"Perhaps this is my Lord's test for you."
"Lord Eleanor, you always say that you are a vase and that you are only a nominal lord, but this is not an escape."
"My Lord can bring us the dream of changing the world, but dreams also require our own efforts. This is our Lord's expectation for us, and it is also a test."
"The world is constantly changing. Even gods need to constantly change their guidance to believers according to the changes of the times. The same is true for our Lord."
"In the distant past, my lord's faith was formed spontaneously. My lord never asked believers to do anything, and he had no idea of forming a religious order. But now, my lord has plans in this regard."
"My Lord is omnipotent, but my Lord also understands the power of mortals. Gods are the protectors of all living beings, but the world belongs to all living beings."
"I think... what my lord wants to see is not a lord who runs away, but faces difficulties, turns faith into strength, and practices the glory of my lord."
Eleanor's heart moved:
"what do you mean?"
The demihuman maid gave her a meaningful look:
"Lord Eleanor, do you really think that you are just a vase? Do you really think that giving up your position as a lord and becoming a priest is the right path?"
Eleanor was silent.
After a long time, she sighed:
"Miss Misha, you are right."
"I am indeed running away from everything I have to face. I don't have the confidence to be a good lord, nor do I have the confidence to gain the surrender of those nobles."
"But... I don't know what to do, and I don't know what my Lord needs me to do. I'm a little confused. I long for the change that everyone describes, but I don't know how to change it, and I don't know that I can be a part of this change. Do something… "
"It is precisely because of this that I have the idea of becoming a priest. I want to start as a trainee priest and do something that I can do."
Maid Misha shook her head:
"I understand what you're thinking, but don't you think this is giving up your greatest advantage?"
"My Lady Eleanor, as the Duke of Boulder, you can do more than a priest. Lady Charlotte is a very typical example."
"My lord has just returned, and my lord's religious order has not yet become formal. My lord's ideas are still just ideas, and have not yet formed final doctrines and classics. My lord's followers also need secular protection..."
"Lord Eleanor, I think... you might be able to give it a try and become a real duke."
Eleanor's lips moved:
"Do you mean to provide asylum for the Order as a Duke?"
Misha smiled:
"You see, you actually already have the answer in your mind."
Eleanor was silent.
After a moment, she sighed:
"But... I feel like I don't have the confidence. I don't even have the confidence to control Bold, and I don't have the confidence to face the regent and the noble council..."
Misha shook his head:
"How will you know if you don't try?"
Eleanor was still hesitant.
Misha thought for a while and said:
"If you really hesitate, pray to our Lord."
"I think...as long as you repay the favor with sincerity and as long as you piously ask for guidance from my Lord, my Lord will definitely listen to your voice."
After saying that, the demihuman maid looked at the time and said:
"It's getting late, Lady Eleanor. I'm going to prepare lunch. You should think about it carefully."
After saying this, the demihuman maid Misha left.
Eleanor stayed alone on the porch, her eyes a little blurry.
Pray to God...
However, will a confused believer like her really get a response from God
Eleanor didn't know.
She became a believer in the Lord not long ago, and her understanding of faith was still improving. She didn’t even know what the Lord’s real name was.
She only knew that the Lord was the famous True Ancestor of Blood in history, but he seemed to be completely different from the cruel god recorded in the classics.
"My True Ancestor, should I really continue to work hard to become a qualified lord and contribute to you?"
Eleanor murmured.
After saying that, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.
Without praying to the Holy Emblem and feeling so confused inside, how could she possibly get a response from the gods
However, before the thought passed, Eleanor felt a mysterious power coming to her body.
That power is vast, ancient, majestic, but at the same time warm, gentle, and kind...
Eleanor was in a daze.
She only felt as if she had seen a majestic ancient castle, crimson light enveloped the world, and illusory and hazy murmurs sounded in her ears.
Eleanor couldn't really hear what the whispering was, but she seemed to feel a kind of guidance and declaration that went straight to the soul...
go a head.
Follow your true heart, face difficulties head on, and become an independent believer.
That kind of power goes as quickly as it comes.
Suddenly, the whispers disappeared, and the castle and the crimson mist seemed to be hallucinations.
But Eleanor's eyes widened, her expression filled with disbelief:
"True Ancestor... This is the power of True Ancestor!"
"She actually responded to me, she noticed my confusion!"
Eleanor's expression gradually became excited, and after the excitement, there was a long silence.
Until the arrival of a personal guard knight interrupted her thoughts:
"Your Majesty the Duke, Your Majesty the Earl is back."
Eleanor came back to her senses, her eyes deep:
"Gaston?"
"Yes."
"Bring him to me."
The guard knights quickly retreated, and Eleanor looked into the distance again.
"Face your true heart..."
Looking at the street scene of Lutecia, her vision gradually became firmer.
It didn't take long for the dusty Earl Gaston to come to Eleanor.
He bowed slightly to Eleanor and said:
"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"
Feeling the perfunctory attitude of the other party, Eleanor clenched her fists slightly.
However, she quickly suppressed the discomfort in her heart, mustered up the courage, showed a serious expression, and said in a deep voice:
"Sir Gaston, I have changed my mind."
"I will not leave, not Boulder, nor my people."
"I want to take over Bold's authority, I want to implement my will and become a real duke!"
After hearing Eleanor's words, Earl Gaston was stunned for a moment. He felt that the young duchess in front of him had disappeared for a long time, as if he had become a different person, and his whole aura seemed to be different.
He was a little strange and was about to ask the reason, but when he raised his head and looked at the other party, he was stunned.
In his "vision", he saw Eleanor surrounded by crimson light, and a certain aura that made him familiar and awe-inspiring rose up, slowly coming...
As if invisible, a pair of red-gold eyes were looking at him through the void.
Earl Gaston's eyes suddenly widened and his scalp went numb.
This is... the power of the True Ancestor!
She she she... She is watched by Allah!
He no longer dared to look down on the young duchess, but took a deep breath and saluted solemnly:
"Your Majesty, everything will be in accordance with your wishes."
Eleanor was also stunned when she saw that the regent, who had always been aloof, was so "well-behaved".
Some things seem not so difficult to muster the courage to do...