My Wife Seems Incapable of Gathering Faith

Flames licked at his skin like a savage beast, and an indescribable scorching heat and agonizing pain struck straight to his marrow, causing Roger to involuntarily emit a shrill scream.

Pungent burning odors and thick smoke rushed into his nasal cavity and lungs, and breathing began to grow difficult.

Cannot sleep, cannot sleep, I will die! I will truly die!

Wake up! I must wake up!

The physical pain and the mental torture filled Roger's heart with helplessness and despair.

His body was bound to a cross, unable to escape, and he could only watch as he was swallowed up bit by bit by the flames...

"Hah—"

Jolting awake in a sudden start, Roger sat up from the bed and panted heavily.

Ever since the day of the sacrifice, whenever he fell asleep, he would dream of the despair of that day!

Even after being inexplicably sent to the Goddess of Magic's Divine Kingdom, and even after inexplicably entering into a marriage contract with the Magic Goddess, it had not eased things in the slightest.

The pain of that day wrapped around him like a nightmare!

Even though he had already lost his physical body, leaving only his soul to become a legendary Divine Spirit, it had not eased it by a single fraction...

Tremblingly opening the window, Roger wanted to use the breeze from outside to calm himself down.

Yet the moment the window opened, a huge book suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking all the wind outside:

"Good morning, Lord Roger, how is your mood today? You look as though you have had another nightmare again. This simply won't do, as it will affect your study of magic theory. Speaking of which, today is truly a fine day for studying; the weather is wonderful, without any annoying Divine Spirits and noisy magical creatures to disturb you. Lord Roger, do you know how a noisy magical creature—"

"You are already noisy enough."

With an extremely noisy magical creature in front of him complaining about the noisiness of other magical creatures, Roger only felt a deep ache in his brain, and he glared fiercely at the fellow: "Quiet!"

"Oh, of course, Lord Roger. You like to read quietly, which is really quite a bit like Goddess-sama. Your loyal butler is extremely clear on this point, and maintaining quiet for you is—"

Roger took a deep breath: "My meaning is, I order you, be quiet!"

The instant the word 'order' appeared, this 'book' finally fell silent.

Yet the quiet lasted for mere seconds.

"Lord Roger, I almost forgot the serious business. May I ask if the Goddess is in?"

"..." Roger was speechless for a moment, and he seemed to have a more profound understanding of this book's noisiness: "What is the matter?"

"The Divine Kingdom's Faith Power is severely insufficient, and the Divine Kingdom's barrier has begun to fluctuate. Without the blessing of the Goddess's divine power, the Divine Kingdom might run into trouble—"

"The Divine Kingdom's barrier is fluctuating? Wait?! Faith Power is severely insufficient? How is that possible?" Roger could not help exclaiming.

This was the Magic Goddess's Divine Kingdom, not the domain of some wild god!

The Magic Goddess, also known as the God of All Magic and the Lady of Mysteries, ruled over the power of magic.

Legend had it that She was the mentor of the world's very first dragon and elf.

Such an existence—how could faith possibly be in short supply?!

The proportion of spellcasters in this world was indeed small, one in ten thousand, but the more powerful an entity was, the more Faith Power they contributed...

Logically speaking, the Magic Goddess should have been one of the deities with the most Faith Power, right?

How could Faith Power possibly be severely insufficient?

The cold sweat that had just dissipated broke out once more.

A sense of crisis permeated his heart!

In the few days since he had come to the Divine Kingdom, he had already learned quite a few rules.

Everything in the Divine Kingdom relied on Faith Power to sustain itself.

Whether it was the Divine Kingdom itself or Divine Spirits like them, it was all the same.

Once they lost the blessing of Faith Power, his remaining soul would also completely vanish.

Then there truly would not be anything left!

Having transmigrated to this world and become a prince of the Dawn Kingdom, he had originally thought he could reach the peak of his life, but before he could even digest all the information in his mind, he had been sacrificed. Then the deity who demanded his sacrifice directly converted him into a Divine Spirit and tossed him over to the Magic Goddess here. He had barely managed to settle down for two days, only to potentially vanish because of insufficient Faith Power... Did things have to be this hellish?!

"'When the Goddess was still a mortal, she once said when imparting magic to others that knowledge is power, and that a so-called god is merely a slightly more powerful scholar...'"

The book's tone was full of admiration, but Roger's brain located the brilliant point: "So spellcasters, who love to pursue truth and explore mysteries, do not provide Faith Power?"

"No, no, not entirely either. A small portion of mages will choose to convert to the Goddess."

The book denied it one after another: "However, the Goddess's source of faith primarily comes from when magical talent is tested, originating from those apprentices and their families."

"..." Roger rapidly thumbed through his own memories.

It actually seemed to be just like this.

People who respected the Magic Goddess were everywhere, but people who believed in the Magic Goddess were pitifully few.

At most, they prayed while standing below the platform during magical talent tests... praying that they possessed decent magical talent.

"Ah, this..." Roger suddenly felt that if he did not think of some way, he might truly scatter into nothingness, seeing as how this wife of his was actually incapable of gathering faith...

However, how could he make Her rapidly gather faith?

Roger's brain spun at high speed. Whether it was his past life on Earth or the knowledge he had acquired in this lifetime, both began to spin rapidly inside his head:

"Book, if I remember correctly, you seemed to have said that the entire mortal realm is seemingly like a ball, and the source of magical power is the core of this ball? That all magical power emanates outward from the core? Then can it be said that all spellcasters can be connected through magical power?"

"Naturally. When I was teaching you this piece of knowledge, I originally thought you would feel astonished, but your capacity for acceptance far exceeds expectations." The book could not help praising: "Lord Roger, I don't have time to idle here. Do you know where the Goddess is?"

"Definitely in the laboratory."

Roger very much wanted to retort that probably not a single person from Earth would find this knowledge difficult to accept, right?

Yet the moment he thought of this fellow's noisiness, he still held it back: "When you go, by the way, tell the Goddess that I've thought of a good way to gather faith!"