You Terrasil Elves manage your followers like this?
Believe in whoever you want?
Dervis felt his head suddenly grow overheated. He simply couldn't understand how the Undead could make such a terrifying statement so casually.
How could it possibly not matter?
Believing in both Mystra and Eilistraee was one thing, but believing in both Shar and Lathander?
Even the people hanging on the Wall of the Faithless weren't this insane.
Edna gave the Mage who had grown up in Quesenta, the land of Azuth's faith, a sympathetic glance... Dervis probably would never understand what it meant for one's faith to follow one's profession.
She had grown up in the Hidden Forest, so she could barely accept the Undead's way of doing things... Whichever God was useful to them, they became that God's followers.
Edna could sense that the Undead's firmest faith was actually in themselves.
Because they believed their own abilities could give them the life they wanted, they never entrusted their faith to anyone.
At most, they agreed with a particular God's views. But having them completely devote themselves to a God was utterly impossible.
Edna knew very well that even from Mystra's perspective, she wouldn't find such universal followers particularly loathsome. They hadn't denied the existence of the Gods, after all.
Though somewhat vague and insubstantial, when the Undead mentioned a God, they genuinely believed that God existed and possessed the corresponding abilities.
These universal followers were far more useful than those who didn't need you normally, but wanted you to save their lives at a critical moment—and perhaps give them some money and a house besides.
Thus, Edna had never doubted William's strength or that of the mysterious God of Space-Time who never showed himself.
Especially that God of Space-Time... If he had the ability to find