It was the first time in his long career as a clergyman that the Archbishop had encountered a ghost from the East.
There were plenty of Easterners among the Ideal Nation's investigators. Their work took them all over the world. If ordinary people on the continent where Yorikof Town stood thought of Easterners in terms of caravans and mysterious legends, then people in the church mostly thought of them as the figures bustling about in all kinds of strange incidents.
So, from the time he was a young, ordinary priest, the Archbishop had already dealt with quite a few Easterners. After being transferred to Yorikof Town, and then eventually promoted to Archbishop after a series of inspections, he had worked with Eastern investigators on many cases.
This time, a large number of investigators from the Ideal Nation had come to help the town, and a full eighty percent of them had Eastern faces. The Archbishop had thought he was used to dealing with them, but after being locked in a tiny underground cell, the first to come looking for him turned out to be a ghost.
An Eastern ghost.
The thing was, in the eyes of their church, most ghosts were evil. Only evil spirits lingered after death, and their obsessions could lead them to commit terrible wrongs and crimes.
So, when he first saw the blue-robed ghost pass through the wall, the Archbishop had nearly thought some sealed monster had escaped. His sense of responsibility as a bishop sounded the alarm in his head. He had no holy relics on him, but the prayers on his lips came quick as instinct.
A holy light scented with wheat pierced Yiqing from above. Yiqing narrowed his eyes—his various accessories glittered in the light, and the only harm the attack caused him