Although these kings all came from remote little duchies, each of their populations far exceeded Nalant's.
That way, they could at least contribute some power of faith toward the God of Glory's resurrection... though it was still but a cup of water against a cartload of firewood.
After exchanging a few more words with the kings, they all went their separate ways.
Nalant likewise stepped out of the conference hall.
"Nalant!"
But before he reached the door, a call stopped him. It was President Theodore.
President Theodore looked at Nalant with complicated emotions in his eyes.
"Nalant, why must you do this?"
President Theodore's tone was filled with regret.
In Theodore's view, with Nalant's abilities, he was destined for great achievements in the future.
Yet now, he had chosen not to change his faith. This would undoubtedly affect both his own development and that of his territory.
"President Theodore, you needn't worry about me. Since even you can choose not to change your faith, why can't I?"
Nalant spoke with a smile.
"Alas, Nalant, you and I are different. At my age, even if I changed my faith, there wouldn't be much room left for further advancement!"
"But you're still young. This is precisely the time for you to grow!"
Theodore shook his head.
"President Theodore, I don't believe my growth necessarily has to rely on those god kingdoms. I can rise on my own as well."
Nalant was utterly confident in his own growth.
Thus, in the face of President Theodore's regret, Nalant merely continued smiling and shaking his head.
Theodore had no idea where Nalant's immense confidence came from.
Knowing that the matter was already settled and that further persuasion would be of little use, he stopped trying.
"Nalant, you should still be more vigilant in the future.