"But even this false faith produces Faith Power. Does that mean you can gain faith by altering a believer's mind?"
"Faith isn't transferable. But you're the Holy Son, the Lady's Spokesperson. You could indeed distort a believer's mind and redirect her faith to yourself."
The Skeleton King said that the only ones who had done that in the past were ambitious God-Slayers, and none of them had ended well. After all, those who kindled Divine Fire through betrayal were bound to be betrayed themselves.
"Forget it. I'm not in that much of a hurry."
It was exactly the sort of thing the Chaos Cult would do. If the other Churches found out, Annan really would become everyone's enemy.
During the Year of Turmoil, no one had taken issue with him building a Pantheon that had a shell but no soul. But if he tampered with faith, they would show Annan firsthand what a Holy War looked like.
"There's another way. Turn her into an undead, and you won't have to worry about the limits of her lifespan."
"Mr. Skeleton King, I like to think I'm a good person," Annan said tactfully.
The Skeleton King silently looked at the orcs, Ratfolk, and succubi walking along the street. He offered no comment.
Because of the old woman's mistaken beliefs, Annan couldn't even introduce his only two believers to each other. He decided to let her keep her habits.
When the subject returned to the gathering of the Kings of the North, Eldest Sister did not bring up her younger brother Levis again.
Annan's call to the Kings of the North barely caused a ripple. Only the Voice of Freedom and a newspaper in the Dimon Kingdom gave it a mention.
The Northern Frontier was gone. Talking about its kings now was little