1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King

85 Faithless

Liz said helplessly upon hearing Roy, “How many times have you asked this question?”

“It’s been 11 times, 12 including this one,” the Crow Feather Prophet replied with his eyes closed.

Liz thanked the Crowman speechlessly before turning to Roy.

“If you’re so curious, why don’t you ask him yourself? I think William is quite easy to talk to.”

Upon hearing the name William, Roy’s heart trembled. Then, she bit her lower lip and whispered, “I’m just curious…”

“Would you have asked twelve times if you weren’t curious?”

Roy didn’t answer immediately, as if she was considering how to explain herself.

The emotion that drove her to repeatedly ask this question wasn’t curiosity.

But fear…

She was a nun who had been stripped from a floating corpse in the sewers and had managed to infiltrate the Holy Spirits Church as a result.

And her respect for the Eight Holy Spirits placed on the shrine wasn’t even comparable to her respect for the floating corpse.

She had never believed in the doctrines of the Holy Spirits Church.

Her mother was a pious believer in the Holy Spirits Church, but she was still rejected by the Love Church for not having the money to donate; she eventually succumbed to her illness. From then on, Roy firmly believed that there were no Holy Spirits in this world.

If the Holy Spirits were as merciful as the Church advertised, why was there so much tragedy in the world?

Anyone who had lived in a slum should know that there were no Holy Spirits in this world.

Therefore, every time she heard the priest ask them to kneel and pray to the Holy Spirits on the podium and say that the Holy Spirits would hear them as long as they prayed, she would curse Them with the most colorful of profanities she had learned growing up in the slums to prove that the so-called Holy Spirits were bullsh*t.

As only the Eighth Holy Spirit carried a specific name, she scolded it especially often.

Just as her colleagues had turned persistent prayers into a habit, she had made scolding William Kane and Terra Riel in her heart daily a habit.

Now that the real William Kane had appeared in front of her, there was no reason for her not to be terrified.

After all, she was very likely the person who cursed at the shrine the most in the world.

Previously, on the way, when the man kept asking her about the Sealing Temple, she was sweating profusely and trembling in fear. She was afraid that the other party would dig up her past and make a judgment.

After some consideration, Roy finally asked such a question, “I just want to hear your opinion on whether he’s the Eighth Holy Spirit or not?”

With that said, everyone present stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Roy. This made her heart skip a beat.

A few seconds later, the Crow Feather Prophet spoke. His pupils had already returned to normal human pupils.

“He’s my lord, so regardless of whether he’s the Eighth Holy Spirit or not, it doesn’t affect the Crows’ faith in him,” the Crowman replied.

Nizemar, who had finished reciting the Eighth Holy Spirit’s prayer in the Gospel of Kane’s New Testament, replied simply,

“He said that he’s not the Eighth Holy Spirit, so he currently isn’t.”

He wasn’t now, but he would be when he admitted that he was in the future.

Cass happened to finish skinning the orange. He helped Liz cut the orange into a few pieces of the right size before saying seriously, “Although he’s unbelievably strong, I believe that he’s a mortal and is essentially the same as us.”

Although the three of them had different answers, they undoubtedly agreed that he was William Kane.

According to the Church’s theory, this meant that he was the Eighth Holy Spirit itself.

Roy turned her gaze to Liz. The little faerie happily ate a few pieces of orange before saying to her, “I don’t know much about the faith of humans, but as I said, can’t you just ask William himself?”

Roy was about to say something when a familiar voice sounded behind her, causing her to tense up.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. What did you want to ask me?”

Roy’s head was as stiff as the second hand of a clock as she turned rigidly.

The gray-haired man was standing behind her.

“Saint… Kel… I… anything…”

Roy was tongue-tied and didn’t know what to say. She wondered if she should kneel and repent for everything she had done.

“She said that she wants to know if you were the real Eighth Holy Spirit.”

At that critical moment, the orange-eating faerie kindly asked on her behalf.

Roy cursed inwardly and said to William in fear, “No, that’s not what I want to ask!”

William looked at her with a puzzled expression.

He asked, “Then what do you want to ask?”

After hesitating for a moment, Roy mustered her courage and asked, “Actually, I just want to know if you’ll remember the prayers of your pious believers like in Kane’s New Testament.”

“Why? Are you very pious?” William asked.

William was a little disappointed when he heard the other party’s question.

To William’s knowledge, the only power that could truly defeat the Void Sovereigns’ main body was the incarnation of the Seven Holy Spirits in the waning moon ending.

Although that power was equivalent to a firework or a meteor—a one-time consumable that required him to risk his life—it could at least be used as a trump card to deter others.

However, this wasn’t a game now. Perhaps he could find an improved method in the future that he didn’t have to pay such a huge price to use.

Therefore, William placed a high priority on rebuilding and completely controlling the Holy Spirits Church.

On the way back, William asked the Crow Feather Prophet in detail about what had happened at the Sealing Temple. After hearing the sequence of events, he had considerable expectations for Roy, a pragmatic clergywoman whose style wasn’t restricted by all kinds of rules.

If he nurtured her well, it might be of great use in his plan to eventually rebuild the Church in the Blackwater Swamp or even rebuild and completely control the entire Holy Spirits Church.

After all, William was worried about letting a fanatical believer like Nizemar handle more secular matters. It was better to leave such matters to a more pragmatic person.

However, William couldn’t help but feel worried when he saw Roy acting in fear and trepidation toward him like Nizemar.

Could this person be a fanatic too? She just hid it very well…

The moment he heard this question, Roy felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

After struggling for a while, she replied with difficulty, “My faith… is naturally very pious…”

“I see,” the other party replied, unable to hide his disappointment.

Finally, under this heavy psychological torture, Roy couldn’t withstand the pressure and confessed, “No, it’s not that pious…”

Unexpectedly, Roy felt relieved after saying this.

Then, she went all out and continued, “Because I don’t understand. If the Holy Spirits exist, why is this world like this? Why have so many innocent people died? Why didn’t you appear when so many people were suffering? I still can’t figure this out, so my faith is destined to never be pious.”

Nizemar was about to say something when William stopped her.

He calmly looked at Roy and asked, “So, you’re a faithless person?”

Roy met William’s gaze and gritted her teeth as she nodded.

William smiled when he saw the uneasiness and git on her face.

“Very good. I think I’ve found the most suitable candidate.”