Charlotte felt that she had still paid too little attention to her followers.
Unconsciously, she felt that she could hardly keep up with the pace of the devotees.
Heavens know, although she spread the faith within the Blood Wolf Tribe, it was the faith of the True Ancestor, which theoretically should have nothing to do with "Charlotte."
But now it seemed that the followers had internally started to sanctify "Charlotte"?
Charlotte’s heart stirred, and she fell into deep thought.
"Sainthood" was an indispensable step in the resurgence of gods.
Having browsed through many of Albrecht’s memories about gods, Charlotte had gained a considerable understanding of this.
A freshly revived god, too weakened, often chose to stay in the background, cultivating True Believers and Favored to run errands on their behalf to create opportunities for recovering strength.
And the chosen followers were known as Saints.
A Saint was a Deputy of the True God and also one of the Divine Favored, empowered by the blessings of the deity.
What Misha was doing now was to bind the faith of "Charlotte" with "Saint."
However, there was a difference.
In Charlotte’s view, the "Charlotte" spoken of by the maid Misha seemed even more transcendent than an average Saint.
For example, some expressions used by the Sub-human maid were quite vague, such as "representing the will of my Lord" and "her power is the power of my Lord."
This kind of language blurred the lines between deity and mortal, and it seemed less simple than just worship from followers, more like it was a preparation for further deification.
A Saint is a Deputy of the god and an executor of the god’s will.
But a Saint can also be a true Saint.
And a Saint is the incarnation of a god come to the world...
Perhaps others would find it hard to notice the hidden possibility in Misha’s words, and might think it was simple admiration of the subjects for their Lord, but as the protagonist, Charlotte could sense a deeper meaning.
This was laying a foundation.
For her to merge with the identity of the "True Ancestor" at the appropriate time in the future.
To claim it was the Werewolf Priest Luf’s own epiphany, Charlotte was rather skeptical.
The leader of the Blood Wolf Tribe, although aware of her identity, strictly speaking, wasn’t bright enough to incorporate the role of "Charlotte" into her faith system.
There definitely had to be someone else behind the scenes guiding and pushing.
As for who the instigator was, considering Misha’s past with the Blood Wolf Tribe, Charlotte already had her answer...
With that thought, Charlotte "looked" down again at the two people below, whose exchange was still ongoing.
"My Lord is different from other gods; compared to those who sit on high and view mortals as ants, our Lord who walks among us understands us better. Our Lord has personally experienced a world of disorder and chaos, and has shaped the order of bygone days. The return of our Lord will overturn everything and reshape everything anew!"
Sub-human maid Misha spoke fervently.
"Miss Misha, is our Lord... really paying attention to us?"
Eleanor couldn’t help asking, her gaze filled with longing, as well as a touch of trepidation and hesitation.
"Of course, our Lord has already awoken, and He has always been silently watching over us. When we are sufficiently devout, we will receive His guidance and Blessing. This, I believe you’ve seen many times already within the tribe."
"To change the order, one must first possess power, and the power of our Lord is omnipotent. He is never scant in attention and care for His believers."
"Those false gods only respond to the supplications of the believers with the bare minimum of effort, never even glancing at them. Only our Lord personally bestows His gaze, personally guides us..."
Listening to Misha’s words, she felt a little guilty, yet also strangely amused.
She felt that the Sub-human maid seemed to have misunderstood something.
Heavens know, she also didn’t want to personally deal with hearing the devotees hold sessions in her head, but why did she, unlike other gods, lack an autonomous "response mechanism" to faith, forcing her to personally intervene.
She didn’t respond daily, instead sporadically, checking in when she remembered, looking in when she felt like it. Whether she responded or not was all a matter of luck, prioritizing those points in the Faith Network that flickered frequently.
To put it plainly, she was nonchalant and sometimes lazy.
But now, it seemed this had inadvertently achieved a peculiar effect...
Firstly, Charlotte’s personal responses seemingly made the believers feel she was more approachable and caring than other gods.
Secondly, as not every prayer received a response, Charlotte maintained an air of mystery and transcendence, preventing the believers from losing their reverence for the deity due to too easy access to divine attention.
In a sense, she had stumbled onto something effective.
"Miss Misha, do you think... our Lord will hear my voice?"
Eleanor couldn’t help but ask again.
"Of course, Lord Eleanor, our Lord has always been paying attention to us. Your voice, He will certainly hear as well."
Eleanor looked somewhat downcast:
"But I... have never once heard His voice."
"Perhaps you have not yet completely passed our Lord’s test."
Eleanor was taken aback, a little perplexed.
The Sub-human maid paused, then said:
"Lord Eleanor, you are planning to give up your title and return to the Northern Land to become a Priest, right?"
Eleanor was silent for a moment, then sighed: