"What does it matter whose soul it is?"
As she spoke, Christie snapped her fingers, returning Sifa's ability to walk so that this "great existence" could stand with dignity rather than lie prone.
She continued, "What matters is the quality of the souls. If they are ordinary people's spirit bodies, I need at least thirty to sustain my existence and abilities."
"But if they are Beyonders' spirit bodies, like yours, one is enough."
From this conversation, Sifa roughly understood that Mrs. Christie needed to imprison enough spirit bodies to maintain her existence.
Taking ordinary people as an example, she needed at least thirty spirit bodies. But if they were Beyonders, one Sequence 7 would be enough.
If they were Sequence 8 or Sequence 9, she would only need two or three at most.
In that case, he could simply hunt down those vicious pirate Beyonders and hand their souls over to Christie.
If she only needed two or three, that was hardly difficult. After all, during his two months at sea, several pirate Beyonders had already died at Sifa's hands.
"I understand."
Sifa nodded. "As you said, release another third of the spirit bodies. Later, I'll capture Beyonders' spirit bodies for you. When that happens, release all the remaining ordinary spirit bodies."
"Now, release me and the spirit bodies you captured earlier first."
"As you wish, my lord." Christie lifted the sides of her skirt and curtsied. Then she opened her mouth, stretching her jaw impossibly wide as she let out a soundless howl.
Sifa suddenly felt weightless. He floated up, drifted out of the castle, and hovered in midair.
He saw twenty or thirty spirit bodies float out from behind the castle's windows at the same time. Those hazy figures gave off a faint gray glow as they rose