In the sky, Romon wore a grave expression, his thoughts surging like a tide.
For some reason, his thoughts suddenly returned to the earlier question. Although he had been anxious then, he had noticed faith power emanating from Bishop Butland and Eileen.
This faith power was very similar to that of a lord. Both governed large numbers of subjects or believers, who released little traces of faith power whenever they felt joy, sorrow, hatred, gratitude, or even simply spoke their names.
If my guess is right, priests advance from level one to level five through devotion. Beyond level five, they depend on the parishes they administer. The more parishes they have, the easier it is to advance. Conversely, no matter how devout you are, advancement will be difficult.
Especially for a Holy Spirit, I suspect you need the kind of faith an archbishop commands, with vast parishes and countless believers, to provide the resources needed to become a Holy Spirit upon reaching level fifteen.
The heroes in legends who became Holy Spirits all held prominent positions and enjoyed great renown. Only then could they gain the opportunity to advance further in a world where faith had already been divided up.
To some extent, I was right to build my reputation in this world.
But this isn't the time to think about that. First, I need to check whether the Shennong Horn Space has been discovered, or how many of its secrets have leaked.
With that thought, Romon forced himself to settle his mind.
Looking down from high above, he saw fields of wheat, with carefully planned villages scattered across the land.
A little farther away lay the hills. It was June, and the beauty of the green hills blended with the lush fields, making everything seem so harmonious and natural.