Nais had Pur test his current physical condition before drawing conclusions.
"The nurical value has increased from three to approximately seven."
"If we allow the deep well water and Whale Transformation Disease to beco more familiar, raising the value to eight or nine shouldn't be a problem."
Observing Pur covered in black spots, Nais declared the preliminary experint a success—though only preliminary.
The current improvent remained too minor. What Nais desired were powerful entities like the Whale Transformation Demon, not village guards he could effortlessly handle.
"Next cos the matter of faith transformation."
"Indeed, relatively pure faith power differs from that ford through worship of natural or abstract entities."
"Thus, the thod for refining faith power has mostly taken shape."
Pure faith, distracted faith, natural faith—though all constitute belief, they manifest distinct properties.
"So how does divinity discern distracted faith?" Nais examined himself, finding the distracting thoughts upon the Divine Nails still glaringly obvious.
"Alternatively, how does divinity determine which portions constitute pure faith?"
After posing this fundantal question, Nais' thoughts naturally turned toward sothing even more essential—commandnts.
The divinity he possessed was Commandnt Divinity, not divinity of any other nature.
Thus, divinity's judgnt of distracting thoughts naturally depended on their compliance with commandnts.
Nais redirected his focus to the Divine Nail, then activated the distracting thought upon it—"I want to marry an obedient woman."
Delving deeper into the faith through this distraction, he propelled the existence of commandnts.
No longer blindly subtracting, he instead began adding. This update is available on N0v3l.Fiɾe
Nais implanted a new notion—"I shall remain faithful myself, making this a commandnt!"
Personal fidelity beca the commandnt, while obtaining an obedient woman beca the reward for commandnt cultivation.
With commandnts as the core, that strand of distracting thought beca governed by divine law.
The original distraction rapidly dissolved, rging into the faith power.
Though employing addition by inserting thoughts, the effect achieved was subtraction.
"Good results. Continue diligently."
Just as Nais prepared to proceed, knocking ca from outside.
Opening the door revealed Tangs bearing bad news—the church representatives had arrived early.
Nais raised an eyebrow, feeling little surprise.
This world wasn't fixed like strategy gas where enemies moved strictly by turns and titables.
The old priest had said they'd arrive in three days—this early appearance clearly aid to catch them unprepared.
"Seems we're dealing with either overachievers or troublemakers in a hurry!"
"Just as well." Having roughly assessed his opponents, Nais departed imdiately.
This group had co via the village's rear path from Wavetail Town.
They now waited at the church.
Upon Nais' arrival, many had already gathered—including the village guard.
He was inspecting the newcors for Nest Beast infections.
The village had previously suffered incidents where returning travelers, unknowingly pierced by Nest Beast quills, collapsed at ho.
Later, those individuals spawned entire Nest Beast litters.
Resulting rampages by dozens of Nest Beasts caused considerable damage.
Thus, whenever possible, returning villagers underwent inspections by the guard.
anwhile, the old priest conversed with two "youngsters."
One young man detected Nais instantly, his sharp gaze imdiately stabbing forward.
His lips moved—Nais, trained in lip-reading, instantly recognized the words: "Traitor."
"Dartmanley?" Nais searched his mories, retrieving information about Nais' "cousin."
During Nais' "defection" from the family, this cousin had still been in basic Holy Knight training with minimal contact.
The cousin's movent seed to alert the other youngster.
A beautiful woman in pure white priestly robes turned curiously toward Nais.
Her smooth golden hair accentuated her fair complexion, while ice-blue pupils resembled frozen lakes—exquisite yet distant.
A teardrop mole beneath one eye served as perfect ornantation, blending chill with allure.
This woman was practically a natural-born siren for stirring male conquest desires.
As evidenced now, the Dartmanley cousin subtly adjusted his stance, partially blocking Nais' view as if prolonged gazing would desecrate the priestess.
Unnoticed by him, his naked possessiveness made the priestess frown slightly behind his back.
"Nais, perfect timing for introductions," said the oblivious old priest amid the tension.
"This is Lady Isabella, our new intern priestess."
"And this is Jacques—"
"Jacques Dartmanley!" The cousin proudly interrupted, especially emphasizing the family na.
"Nais—what a coincidence—also surnad Dartmanley." Unperturbed by the provocation, Nais smilingly introduced himself.
This visibly enraged Jacques.
"How dare you still—" Jacques began angrily before Isabella sensibly tugged his sleeve, making him suppress his fury into sarcasm:
"Sa surna, but so beco holess strays."
"Children will be children—do bear with him." Nais completely bypassed Jacques, addressing Isabella and the old priest as if assuming parental authority over Jacques.
That tone made Jacques seethe, verging on explosion.
Yet retaining so reason, he maintained decorum from Isabella's earlier reminder.
"Nais was expunged from family records and no longer relates to Dartmanleys. Please don't mislead others with such statents." Jacques managed calmly after a deep breath.
"You resemble my younger self. May you keep this sense of honor." Nais remained unfazed—the Dartmanley identity ant nothing beyond being Nais' forr status.
"Eat more at while you still can."
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