After some explanation, Alice patted her chest, guaranteeing that she would perfectly complete the task assigned by her Lord.
Fujino was very satisfied with Alice's attitude.
However, at this moment, Fujino was struggling with another problem. A name!
Fujino had no idea what the original name of that god was; the name Alice was something she had given her, carved into her memory.
However, Fujino really didn't have any talent for naming, so she had just casually chosen such a princess-like name.
Thinking about her future granddaughter, which was Alice Margatroid, the daughter of Shinki from the world of Gensokyo, Fujino felt it would be better to change her name.
"Alice, from now on, change your name. Let's call you First Cloud."
Facts proved that Fujino indeed had no talent for naming. The name First Cloud was something she had come up with based on First Snow's name—they were quite similar. Furthermore, Fujino had originally intended for First Snow and First Cloud to become good sisters.
Later, First Snow would become First Cloud's Saintess, and since First Cloud was Fujino's believer, in terms of relationships, First Snow would be Fujino's Saintess, so being sisters was nothing unusual.
As for Alice—now she should be called First Cloud—she was very satisfied with her new name. Recalling the little girl named First Snow that her Lord had mentioned earlier, First Cloud felt that the name her god had bestowed upon her was absolutely extraordinary and very precious. And since her Lord had bestowed this name upon her, didn't that mean she was highly valued by her Lord?
Thinking of this, the emotion in First Cloud's heart was like a continuous, surging river, and another wisp of faith drifted out from her body.
Fujino was no longer surprised by this situation; she figured this person had inexplicably imagined something in her own head.
Fujino had calculated it before; the birth of faith was not constant. An ordinary person could produce about one wisp of faith per day, and that was only if the believer was a fanatic. The power of faith Fujino required was not ordinary; it wasn't that just anyone believing in her would generate the power of faith—well, it wasn't that they wouldn't produce any, but it would be such a tiny wisp that it couldn't manifest. It needed to accumulate over time to condense into the faith Fujino needed. By this standard, an ordinary believer would take about a month to produce a single wisp of faith. If they possessed a certain level of strength, it would be faster, and only those existing as fanatics, believing in her with their whole heart and soul, could manage to produce one wisp of faith a day.
And a fanatic of First Cloud's level could produce about forty to fifty wisps of faith per day, though it could be more, such as in the situation just now.
Producing faith just by occasionally overthinking things—this made Fujino think of an excellent candidate for a believer: Demiurge from the Overlord world!
Demiurge was also known as the Emperor of Overthinking. In the Overlord world, he had repeatedly misunderstood and imagined ideas about Ainz Ooal Gown that didn't actually exist, and he was extremely loyal to Ainz Ooal Gown; one could say he was the type who brainwashed himself.
If she could make Demiurge her believer, Fujino believed that Demiurge could bring her a massive amount of faith!
However, this idea was best left for the future; at least for now, Fujino was not in dire need of the power of faith.
After explaining some precautions to First Cloud again, Fujino left the Holy Mountain.
Seeing her Lord depart, the fanaticism in First Cloud's eyes gradually dissipated, and her face returned to its usual coldness. Only in front of her most respected Lord would First Cloud show her true self. With a wave of her small hand, the collapsed cave was restored to its original state.
At First Snow's home, an hour had passed since Fujino's departure.
SilverAsh had left half an hour ago. Having learned about the past events of this world from Fujino today, SilverAsh's heart was destined to be restless.
However, facing the major event about to happen tomorrow, SilverAsh had to suppress the restlessness in his heart. In order to welcome the rebirth of Kjerag tomorrow, SilverAsh had to ensure everything was foolproof, which was why he had said goodbye to First Snow and the others half an hour ago.
In the living room, First Snow and the others were gathered around the table from earlier.
First Snow sipped the taro drink in her hand, her gaze occasionally sweeping over the clock hanging on the wall. She was silently wondering why Sister Fujino hadn't returned yet.
Encia, who noticed her sister's behavior from the side, was secretly laughing in her heart.
Today, Encia was in an exceptionally good mood. The brother and sister she worried about most had finally reconciled today, which made Encia, who had worried about them quite a bit, feel completely relieved. And all of this was thanks to Sister Fujino. For this, Encia was also very grateful to Fujino.
"I'm back." Accompanied by a familiar voice, Fujino appeared behind First Snow.
Before First Snow could turn around, Fujino pressed her entire body against First Snow's back, her soft, supple cheeks gently rubbing against First Snow's rapidly reddening cheeks.
"Did you miss me~" Her hot breath brushed against the ears on First Snow's head, causing First Snow's heartbeat to instantly accelerate, and her eyes to spin in circles.
Seeing this, Fujino hurriedly stopped teasing First Snow; it wouldn't be fun if she fainted. She still had things to discuss with First Snow.
Giving 2B a look, 2B blinked in understanding. Fujino smiled slightly and pulled First Snow up from the chair.
"First Snow, come to the room with me. I have things to tell you. Encia, you stay here and keep 2B company; I need to discuss some important matters with First Snow." Saying this, Fujino pulled the unresisting First Snow into her bedroom.
On the other side, at Manjuin, it was already deep into the night. The interior of Manjuin had gone dark, with only the Kjerag soldiers stationed outside lighting torches and patrolling the surroundings.
Manticore strolled in through the main gate of Manjuin. Along the way, she encountered patrolling soldiers, yet they remained completely unaware of Manticore as she walked right past them.
Having erased her own presence, Manticore was simply not someone they could perceive.
She opened the gate of Manjuin silently and closed it just as quietly; the entire process did not make a single sound.
The surrounding darkness did not affect Manticore. She walked slowly, ascended the stairs, reached the second floor, and pushed open the door closest to the staircase. Two seconds later, Manticore walked out from inside the room, a faint scent of blood clinging to her, and her purple eyes were so cold that they were hard to look at directly.
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