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Chapter 322 290. Faith and Heart



Chapter 322 290. Faith and Heart

In the corner booth of the Fallen Night's bar.

In this small space separated by a barrier, the atmosphere was somewhat stiff. The Fallen Angel and the Home Martial Soul stared at each other, their gazes clashing as if sparks and lightning were flying.

Just when it seemed they were about to come to blows, the knocking outside the barrier broke the tension-filled standoff.

"Boss, Dorothy, your drinks and snacks are here."

Outside the booth, the Centaur Lady, having composed herself, carried a tray and said.

Soon, the barrier of the booth disappeared, and in front of Nina appeared two people snuggled up as intimately as best friends.

"Thanks, Sister Nina."

The Fairy King sat boldly on the seat, her arm tightly wrapped around the Fallen Angel. The oppressive strength from the Martial God made it difficult for the other to turn away and use her magic power for a while.

This truly was a turnaround of fortunes. Just yesterday, Ruthfiel had forcefully hugged Dorothy in the same manner, but today...

"Dorothy, you and the boss really have a good relationship, huh."

The Centaur Lady looked at the two snuggling, momentarily unsure if she should feel envious of her loyal boss or the benefactor she had a fondness for, truly a difficult choice.

But when it's hard to choose, why choose at all? Take a different perspective, isn't this double the happiness?

Stick, they can both stick.

"Of course, Sister Nina, I was almost betrothed to your boss back in the day."

Even as her waist was twisted into a twist by the angel's claw, the Home Martial Soul wasn't afraid of a little pain. Unfazed, she even smiled at the Centaur Lady.

"Ah, isn't it said that the Golden Race cannot intermarry among themselves?"

Nina was startled, then curiously said.

"That's why it was just a close call, but it doesn't matter, in my heart your boss is already my wife. Right, dear?"

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The Fairy King looked tenderly at the Fallen Angel in her arms as she spoke.

At that, Ruthfiel wished she could tear apart the mouth of the infuriating figure before her, but, with her subordinate watching and having teased the young lady just yesterday, she could hardly break her persona so soon.

Thus, the displeased Fallen Angel had to stiffly force a happy smile and then sweetly said,

"Of course, dear."

Of course, the murderous intent was unmistakable in the Fallen Angel's eyes, unseen by the Centaur Lady—the desire to knife someone couldn't be hidden.

"Ah, then I won't disturb you guys further."

Nina immediately left with an "I get it" expression, though what exactly she got wasn't clear.

As the barrier of the booth closed again, the two who had been tight against each other quickly separated disdainfully, fortunately without coming to blows.

Facing Ruthfiel's increasingly unfriendly look, the Fairy King wasn't scared at all. She started enjoying the drinks and snacks the Centaur Lady had just brought by herself.

"Eat up, you can go after you're done."

The Fallen Angel, eyes aching from glaring, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze had calmed as she said this.

"Uh, really? You've broken down already? You haven't taught me how to use the Power of Faith yet. I won't leave without learning it; I can't explain that when I go back."

The Fairy King was stunned, then resolutely pleaded.

"It's not about preference, it's simply because I think, Miss, your personality can't handle the Power of Faith, so you needn't learn it. I will help set up a faith system for your Moon Worship Cult later. You'll just need to learn how to use it then; you don't need to know the principles,"

The Fallen Angel's forehead vein bulged as she clenched her fists, barely suppressing her rage as she spoke.

She was being honest, although the shameless prowess of the Martial Soul Incarnation had indeed irritated her, she wasn't about to let her personal emotions interfere with important matters.

Even though she wished this figure would come to a bad end, this was, after all, the young lady's incarnation, and she couldn't possibly harm her.

Because this personality of the young lady really wasn't suited to wield the Power of Faith—as she was too kind a person, and kind people are not meant to be deities.

"Hey, you haven't even given it a try; why do you say I can't do it?"

Home Martial Soul protested somewhat resentfully.

She had mastered the difficult Nine Witch Factions and refused to believe that the Power of Faith could stymie her.

Seeing her adamant and stubborn attitude, Ruthfiel felt somewhat helpless.

"What do you think the Power of Faith is?"

she asked.

"The Power of Faith is just the Power of Faith; what else could it be?"

The Fairy King scratched her head; she didn't really understand it because there were so few books about the Power of Faith, and she had read only a few. She wasn't very familiar with this kind of strength.

"The Power of Faith is actually the Wishes of the Masses, or to put it more simply, it is the emotional power of all beings, the strength of their hearts."

The Fallen Angel didn't want to bother with this silly person anymore and started explaining directly.

"Among the Three Great Golden Races, the Great Dragon represents the body, possessing the strongest physique; the Demon represents the soul, granting them control over the Power of Original Sin that emanates from the root of the soul; and the Angel represents the spirit, controlling the Power of Faith, which is the Power of the Heart."

"And Miss, the strength of the heart is so strong that I don't need to elaborate much, do I? The heart that believes is magic."

Hearing this, the Fairy King fell silent.

Inside her, Dorothy's train of thought was also momentarily stunned; she suddenly understood why information about the Power of Faith was controlled.

The strength of magic comes from a believing heart; the more resolute the witch, the more powerful her magic often is, with the Power of the Heart being one of the crucial factors for absolute magical power.

However, generally speaking, this factor is often deliberately overlooked, as it is much harder to enhance one's spirit compared to enhancing Magic Power and knowledge.

Because the heart is quite uncontrollable; very few people among humanity can control their own hearts, just as the saying goes, "I understand the logic, but I just can't control myself."

Thus, most witches don't dwell excessively on the Power of the Heart; it's better to let it grow naturally without forcing it, rather spending that effort on practicing more Magic Power or reading more books to enhance knowledge, both of which can also effectively enhance magical power.

But if the Power of Faith is indeed the Power of the Heart, then wouldn't adding a bit of the Power of Faith during spell casting be like cheating?

Moreover, improving one's own heart is difficult, but the Power of Faith—collected from others—is much simpler.

So that's how it is; no wonder God King was so valiantly able to upend the Angel Clan in a short time back then; she truly was on a winning streak.

Dorothy suddenly realized.

But now, her interest in the Power of Faith had grown; she too wanted to cheat.

Seeing Home Martial Soul's eager gaze, the Fallen Angel sighed and then reached out her hand toward this annoying fellow.

"Forget it, no point in talking more; you'll know once you experience it for yourself."

Facing the Fallen Angel's hands, the Fairy King instinctively wanted to dodge, but after thinking it through, she ultimately didn't move away and let the other's hands cover her ears.

The next moment, she heard countless whispers in her ears:

"Please, Deities, bless my career to be successful."

"Deities, please save my daughter."

"Deities, I want strength to take revenge."

"God, why won't you save me? I despise you."

...

Countless people's prayers echoed in her ears, the intense emotions contained within overwhelming Dorothy's heart; she felt almost drowned and suffocated by them.

Fortunately, the Fallen Angel soon moved her hands away, then looked at her coldly.

"Do you understand now? My naive Miss, you can't even bear one person's misfortune; how could you possibly endure the misfortunes of the masses? Good people can't control the Power of Faith."

...the Fallen Angel scoffed coldly...


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