Ruger found it rather unbelievable to think that he might become someone's believer.
He wondered how magnificent the faith power offered by believers such as Wizards and Wizard Apprentices, whose minds and wills differed so greatly from ordinary people's, would be, or what special qualities it might possess. At the same time, their extraordinary mental strength posed another problem: cultivating devout believers among them would be harder. In that case, starting with Wizard Apprentices became a promising prospect.
Besides, he had previously fallen into a misconception. What that being wanted was believers, not subordinates to fight for him, so there was no absolute need to pursue higher-ranking Wizard believers. Perhaps a sufficiently devout Level-Five Wizard Apprentice could contribute more than a Formal Wizard with only shallow faith.
He also felt that the God of Wizards might be very different from other gods. After all, Wizards were themselves anomalies in this world, so perhaps faith power was not the only thing that being wanted.
Ruger let his thoughts wander, once again sinking into his own world.
As he thought, he walked toward the experimental corner of the Bedroom Space. Halfway there, he raised his head to look at His Excellency Stray Hair One, the God of Spirit Fur, who had finished leading the spirit furs in play and was now praying with them.
Ruger reached the experimental corner and sat at the table to think, casually opening his teacher's notes and laying them at the corner of the desk.
Before long, Stray Hair One came running over.
"Great master, were you summoning me?"
Stray Hair One hopped onto the desk, first bending its furry body in a passable imitation of a bow to Ruger.
"I remember telling you that you could come to me once you were ready to receive newly