The Overlord Journey of Tima, God of Creation

"If your primary class is the summoning type, it would be better to choose a buff-specialized class as your secondary."

"That makes a lot of sense, Momonga. Hmm, if it's a buff-specialized class, then Shaman or a faith-based class would be good choices."

Their buffing capabilities were roughly equal. Shamans were slightly stronger in personal combat, while faith-based classes possessed healing abilities that stood head and shoulders above every other class. Overall, each had its own merits.

"I've decided. I'll go with a faith-based class." After a not particularly long period of deliberation, the girl made her choice quite simply.

"Are you more interested in its healing abilities, Aya?"

"No."

"Huh?"

"Because nun outfits are cute!"

That had been the reason she chose a faith-based class. Since ordinary faith-based healing would harm undead creatures, she had deliberately used a cash-shop item to alter it into a variant class with the suffix "(Special)." In the game's setting, it probably meant that she did not believe in mainstream religions or deities.

'Faith Guidance,' 'Faith Aura,' and 'Pope Deification' were all passive skills that priest and pope classes could choose to learn.

Faith Guidance increased the strength of buffs received by allied units within its range.

Faith Aura provided bonuses to allies' physical and magical defenses, as well as their resistances.

Pope Deification strengthened Aya's own attributes based on the number of allies around her.

Any one of them had merely been an ordinary skill in the game, serving only to enhance attributes. After all, no one could possibly expect a single in-game skill to interfere with the faith of real humans.

However, after coming to this world, things had become somewhat more complicated. The attribute-enhancing effects were still present, but the other effects... perhaps they were exactly as these skills' names implied...

"So, I'm not a god. I'm merely a mage who has secluded herself from the world to cultivate." Aya first deactivated her passive skills, then resolved to stubbornly stick to that explanation.

"Anyway, please stand up first." Seeing so many humans kneeling before her made Aya's stomach ache.

Yet they showed no reaction at all. They remained prostrated on the ground, muttering under their breaths.

"If you don't get up, I'm going to get angry." Only after she put it that way did the villagers finally rise to their feet one by one.

Then, after Aya explained herself with all her might, they finally reluctantly accepted the idea that she was "a mage who had secluded herself from the world to cultivate."

Still, some of them appeared doubtful. Aya decided to ignore that for now and spoke to the elderly woman who seemed to lead the villagers.

"Because I have been in seclusion for a very long time, I don't know much about the current situation here. If possible, I would like some information."

"In that case, please come to my home and rest for a while." Aya gladly accepted the old woman's invitation. Being able to escape the surrounding gazes filled with admiration, worship, and envy was truly wonderful.

The old woman's house was on the other side of the village. Aya followed her through the settlement and took the opportunity to observe its current state. It was not a particularly small village, and its construction was fairly decent. The surrounding fields covered a large area, most of them wheat fields, though Aya could also see a patch planted with cotton.

With such extensive farmland, it would probably be left abandoned now that the village had lost so many adult male laborers. It was truly a pity.

"My home is here. This humble dwelling is rather shabby. Please forgive it, Mage."

To be honest, it really was shabby. But from a farmer's perspective, they might still have been considered well-off peasants. Aya had never been a farmer, however, so she naturally had no way of judging.

"My husband was the village chief, but he was killed by werewolves just now." What a heavy thing to say.

"What about your children?" Aya regretted asking the moment the words left her mouth. If her children had died too, then that question was far too cruel.