People never really think about what it would be like if they could become gods themselves. Believers should act like believers, honestly offering prayers to the divine, and that's it.

Tusi originally said this to Dal, but unexpectedly, Flament suddenly spoke up.

"If that is truly your thought... then perhaps I was mistaken, and Gwyn's successor is someone else; I shall continue to wait." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Eh?" Tusi was stunned for a moment, "Why the sudden change of attitude? I-I-I, of course I want to become one!"

What's up with this big serpent's temper, it's so hard to deal with.

"My old friend, Gwyn, never wanted blind sheep. He wanted those with a mind capable of thinking, with the courage to fight, who could transform into the sun and spread light and warmth. That's what he wanted."

Flament raised his body hidden underground, his head looking down from above at Tusi, and within his pupils there was visible disappointment.

"If someone can do these things, even if they aren't so-called believers, he would not hesitate to give his praise."

Tusi didn't know what to say. It was the first time he saw a god who didn't want blind followers and might even reject them.

"Go do something worthwhile, Undead Man, rather than just crawling on the ground praying for divine favor."

"Gwyn, and other gods, will not favor those who pray incessantly without taking action."

"Faith has made many people weak and forgetful of one thing."

"Prayer won't bring divine compassion, but action can put you alongside the gods."

This statement was so impactful for Tusi, he even ignored the rancid stench rushing toward his nostrils.

He didn't know why, but images of himself standing beside Gwendolin appeared in his mind, nearly making him laugh out loud.

No, no, now is not the time to be thinking about things like this, alright!

On the other side, Dal showed a thoughtful expression.

Gwyn wanted warriors of action, not blind followers?

He suddenly thought of something: it seemed that believers of a god would make a covenant with that god, thus showing their identity as followers.

However, just making a covenant marked oneself but didn't form any actual connection with the god. Whether it was Gwyn, Tomb King Nite, or other gods, none seemed to award any extra favor because a simple covenant was established.

Only by offering genuine proof of action towards the covenant—like the Sun Badge—could one receive appropriate rewards from the gods.

In this regard, even if internally you have no regard for Gwyn, you can still make a covenant and receive rewards from the Sun Warrior covenant.

Dal hadn't paid much attention to this before, but now upon observing it, perhaps this really means Gwyn is encouraging everyone to act?

Collaborating with the gods through your own power is much better than a believer who only prays and does nothing!

"Faith itself might not be such an important thing?"

With these factors combined, the Fran Guards reached this conclusion.

This didn't impact them much, as the Ancient Wolf of Fran isn't a god; they have always been in action and never engaged in prayer.

However, for someone like Tusi with the Dark Moon Sword... wait, it doesn't seem to impact them much either. Many of these people probably have approached faith in Gwendolin with the mindset of seeking courtship! This itself is very disrespectful!

Flament's words can truly affect the Starfire Church and a range of people gathered by the faith in gods, even possibly influencing churches unrelated to the Sain Dungeon!

Realizing this, Dal, with a bit of a cunning nature, suddenly felt tempted.

While guiding Flament to repeat those words, he took out the Image Stone to record the scene.

"Suddenly want to see how those people react upon hearing these words."

Dal said this, feeling suddenly as mischievous as Luluwo.

If an ordinary person said such words, they'd probably get angrily attacked by the believers. But who is Flament? At least he claims to be Gwyn's old friend; such stature for believers is a form of suppression, making it unlikely for them to think of rebuttal!

Inside the Starfire Church there has recently been a bad trend of praying without doing anything concrete. This is due to absorbing too many locals from Scameroon, who brought their faith in other gods into the belief in Gwyn, naturally causing peculiarities in the church.

If possible, it's a good chance to use Flament's appearance to sweep away the bad trends within the Starfire Church.

"Steran will thank me for this."

Dal's intention was simply to use those words to clean up the atmosphere in the Starfire Church.

But, what kind of influence these words might cause once spread out is something he hadn't considered.

After all, this was purely a matter concerning the Sain Dungeon; it's irrelevant to others, right?

After this, Flament didn't reveal any new information, and even started to repeat himself. Maybe their questioning method was wrong, but there was clearly no need to stay longer.

"Did none of us ever discover such a giant entity lying here before?"

Tusi scratched his head confusedly, turning to leave, leading Dal and the others toward the Little Londo Ruins.

This time he was leading a group of Fran Guards by himself, without other companions since they planned to attempt tackling the Four Kings of Little Londo, attended entirely by elites.

Dal watched Tusi, who was leading at the front. Since their contact earlier, he's felt a subtle, off-putting scent from the man, a scent of Demon Clan.

Could the scent from last time the Demon Clan attacked still linger and not dissipate...

He thought this in his mind.

Once they stepped into the descending lift to the Little Londo Ruins, another pervasive scent thoroughly masked the Demon Clan smell on Tusi.

That was the unique musty and decayed scent of the Abyss; anyone who had been in the Fran Fort would be deeply impressed by such a scent.

The same scent began invading their nostrils, making people truly aware they were entering the territory occupied by the Abyss. The Fran Guards subconsciously tightened their weapons.

They each trembled slightly with excitement.

Once inside the Little Londo Ruins, they were itching to the point where they even hacked at the harmless Animated Corpses by the roadside for practice.

Dal first walked onto the single-log bridge hovering above the un-drained upper level of the Little Londo Ruins, his gaze like it wanted to penetrate the murky dark water to see below.

Tusi saw this and quickly urged: "Wait, if you go further ahead, you will encounter Ghosts. Without using a Temporary Curse, you can't harm them—"

"Ow!"

Before he finished speaking, shrill screams exploded in the water, transparent Ghosts unpredictably sprang out and lunged at Dal.

"Oh no, catch this quickly!"

Tusi hurriedly threw the Temporary Curse over, and as Dal caught the Temporary Curse with one hand but hadn't used it yet, his other hand instinctively wielded the Artorias Greatsword and slashed at the Ghost.

"Yah—"

The Ghost dissipated into dust amidst its sorrowful howls; it seemed like it was slain by the Great Sword, right?

"Ah...?"

Tusi was stunned by this, his body stiffly holding the previous throwing posture.

"Not using the Temporary Curse, yet directly slaying the Ghost!?"

What is going on? Isn't the mechanism creature supposed to be dealt with by following the mechanism properly!

"...."

Dal looked at where the Ghost disappeared, then looked at Tusi, finally showing a "innocent" expression to him.

"I don't know what's happened here either."

The latter was silent for a moment, recalling the inherently unreasonable mechanism of the Four Kings of Little Londo.

"Perhaps you could really take them down."