Spirit Tamer

Since ancient times, the Holy Light Church and the Nature Church had been mortal enemies. Even before the Industrial Revolution, when the Nature Church had yet to embrace extremism, neither could stand the sight of the other. They had fought no fewer than two holy wars.

Now that the Nature Church had declined, the Holy Light Church still regarded it as a thorn in its eye and would not rest until every last member was dead. As a senior figure in the Nature Church, Hillsova knew all too well that once those Paladins caught his scent, they would sink their teeth into him like a pack of rabid dogs.

Under these circumstances, he dared not let his guard down for even a moment. Though his soul was weakened to the extreme, he dared not absorb nature psychic energy in large quantities, terrified of leaving traces that would expose his whereabouts. This only made his condition worse. His soul grew weaker and weaker, until he could barely hold on.

By contrast, Hillsova was not particularly worried about the Blood Eye. For one thing, its two principal fighters, the Blood Knight and the Blood Revenant, were both absent from Rhine City. For another, the Blood Eye, like the Nature Church, was a terrorist organization that could not bear the light of day. The moment it showed itself, the Kingdom's government would crack down on it. At least for now, those two lacked the strength to challenge the government.

Hillsova flew silently toward the villa, thinking that all he needed was a compartment in a cupboard—or, better yet, a safe. His soul could hide inside and sleep for a few months. Once the heat died down and his soul recovered somewhat, he could find an opportunity to contact the church and have someone