After an unknown amount of time, Kyle raised his head and looked solemnly at his lord before slowly saying, "Methods that subtly influence the soul are usually used only by the minions of Outer Gods."
"Minions of Outer Gods!"
Hearing that title, Velin's heart jolted, and he suddenly recalled something that had happened more than a decade ago.
When they had returned from the La Romana Islands to the Sinapsis Subcontinent, they had encountered a natural disaster caused by an Outer God along the way.
Hundreds of millions of living beings had perished amid the thunderstorm.
Velin stared intently into Kyle's eyes and asked in a grave tone, "Can you be certain?"
"Almost certainly." Kyle nodded solemnly.
"It seems that Cyril has a serious problem. The Ilia Kingdom will likely face another major upheaval, and quite a few nobles may be purged by the Church of Life."
Velin frowned deeply, pondering in silence.
"My lord, what are you planning to do?"
Velin paced back and forth through the room. After several rounds, he concluded that, by his usual practice, he would not interfere in this matter.
However, this time, his sister's life was involved, so he had to consider it carefully.
After thinking for a long time, Velin stopped and looked at Kyle. "Can you capture that paladin without attracting anyone's attention?"
"My lord, I will do my best." Kyle's expression turned serious as he answered in a low voice.
Capturing that paladin without alerting the organization behind him would be difficult, but it was still possible.
"Be careful. Your own safety comes first," Velin instructed.
"Yes, my lord."
Kyle lowered his head in reply, then turned and left the room, transforming into a streak of light as he flew toward the Provincial Capital of West River Province.
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