They are all characters I control.

Ophelia also had her own rational way of thinking about this. In her opinion, the Inquisition was the most outstanding weapon, but it was also the target that was constantly being watched and guarded against.

Most importantly, there is clearly a mastermind behind the scenes within the 'Church of Life'.

The mastermind behind it all was the one who could instigate such internal strife between Sister Martha and Mel and the Scarlet Witch, yet still organize the Church of Life to launch a series of infiltrations into the Knights of the Church of Goddess.

The existence of this true Church of Life Control is probably what Ophelia is most concerned about right now.

Thinking about it this way, Claire also had a bit of a headache.

While guarding against the Church of Life, we must also consider the movements of the Inquisition.

This is why Eleanor's situation is so complicated; if it were Isabelle and Leah, their situation would be quite easy.

Claire sighed helplessly and glanced at Ophelia beside her, who was either truly asleep or pretending to be asleep.

He brought up the system interface, and Eleanor's card floated in his field of vision.

Currently, the bond level is 78%, and the status is stable.

This bond level is quite high, at least for Eleanor, who always calls herself an 'evil god'.

Claire had no other hope.

I'm content with the status quo; at least the bond level isn't too low.

Of course, the main reason for the increase was that Eleanor had misunderstood that there was a 'church knight' protecting her in secret, and Claire had revealed her background.

Now that Eleanor knows that the person who protected her before was not a church knight, but Claire, the 'evil' person who controlled her body, it will be difficult for her to increase her bond value in the future.

Claire had nothing to worry about.

In any case, I already know that the 'Light of Faith' primordial weapon and the 'Guardian's Spy' special item were both made by a craftsman, and there is a third item.

Even if I can't get Eleanor's maximum bond value, it doesn't matter if I can't get the 'Light of Faith' primal weapon as the final reward for maximum bond value.

There are other options, after all, the conditions for using the 'Light of Faith' primordial weapon are very demanding.

Regardless of all that, Claire clicked on it.

The scene unfolds, and the snow in the North has stopped. The sunlight shines on the snow, so bright that it's blinding.

Eleanor, dressed in a thick fur coat and holding a wooden sword, stood in the snow, panting heavily.

William stood opposite her, also holding a wooden sword. His movements were much more agile than a few days ago, but his face was still ashen.

As always, the father and daughter are training.

Compared to a few days ago, the two were now much more familiar with each other.

Chapter 108 finally shows some father-daughter atmosphere

It may sound strange, but Eleanor's relationship with her father, William, has indeed grown much closer.

Even though they are father and daughter, Eleanor was not William's child born from a normal romantic relationship.

Instead, it was after William was imprisoned by Mother Martha that Mother Martha found a suitable woman and forced her to have the child with William.

Therefore, Eleanor had never seen her father before.

The two of them only truly spent time together as a family for the first time recently, after Claire used Eleanor's body to rescue William and bring him to safety.

This is undoubtedly a very rare opportunity, as they had never recognized each other before, and were even unaware of each other's existence.

Now that they know, they are able to get along like this.

William was an old friend of Claire's, which was something Claire wanted to see.

Claire stared at Eleanor and William in the picture; Eleanor had also made considerable progress by now.

Although Eleanor was the vice-captain of the Church Knights, she still seemed a bit too inexperienced compared to William, who had participated in the Goddess Church's war against the Empire.

After all, the Church of Goddess used all its strength to defeat Claire, the evil god emperor, back then.

The intensity of the conflict back then was far greater than the current battle between the Church of Goddess and mere heretics; it was definitely much more intense.

At this point in time, there has not been such a large-scale war for over a hundred years.

William's combat experience was also far less than before, so he was indeed qualified to teach Eleanor at this time.

At this moment, Eleanor's sword strikes became clean and swift, and William struggled to parry.

The father and daughter, like two well-worn gears, finally began to establish a foundation, communicating with their swords despite their lack of verbal skills.

But Claire suddenly noticed a very subtle pause in William's movements. It wasn't because he was tired or exhausted; he was listening intently.

Listen to the wind, listen to the snow, listen to the sounds from afar.

"Stop." William put down the wooden sword.

Eleanor paused, startled. "What's wrong?"

“Someone’s coming,” William said in a low voice. “A lot of people.”

Eleanor's pupils contracted slightly. She listened intently, but heard nothing. But William heard it.

As a church knight who once fought Claire, he is still able to use primal weapons, and although he is old, his hearing is more sensitive than anyone else's.

“Go into the cave,” William said.

Without hesitation, Eleanor turned and ran toward the cave.

Megan was already standing at the cave entrance, holding the dead cat, her eyes fixed on the distant snowline; she had clearly made some discoveries. After all, she was, after all, a nun of the Inquisition.

Dorothy leaned against the cave wall, her hands still bound, but her expression had changed.

Even though this body may seem to be just a little stronger, she is the Scarlet Witch.

"How many people?" Dorothy asked.

William closed his eyes. "A dozen or so. No, twenty or so. The leader... is very strong."

“Martha,” Dorothy uttered a name.

Eleanor gripped the wooden sword tightly. She looked at William, then at Megan, then at Dorothy.

Four people against more than twenty.

The presence of Sister Martha and Mel on the other side made Eleanor somewhat nervous.

Previously, it was that 'evil god' who controlled his body, and he watched that scene from another world. But now, it is his own turn to appear.

This was also Eleanor's first face-to-face meeting with her adoptive mother, Sister Martha.

“Megan, when will your people arrive?” William asked.

Megan was silent for a moment. “Three days.”

"It's too late."

“What about the Knights?” Eleanor asked.

Megan shook her head. "The nearest base is over a hundred miles away. It will take at least two days to get here."

Eleanor bit her lip.

Clearly, they have no reinforcements left.

On the distant snow line, figures began to appear. Not a dozen, but twenty.

They wore leather armor, carried fine weapons, and had cold, focused eyes. Leading the way was a woman in a grey nun's robe.

Mother Martha's hair had turned gray, and her deep brown eyes were devoid of any warmth.

Behind Mother Martha, Mel was still in the posture of a little girl, wearing that dark dress, her gray-blue eyes gleaming coldly in the snow, and a faint, ambiguous smile on her lips.

“Eleanor,” Sister Martha’s voice was soft, but every word was clear. “Come back with me.”

Eleanor gripped the wooden sword tightly. "I won't go back."

Sister Martha sighed. "Well, there's nothing we can do about it then."

She waved her hand, and the armed infidels behind her moved simultaneously with astonishing speed.

They pulled dark red crystals from their pockets and stuffed them into their mouths. Their bodies began to contort and swell, their skin cracking to reveal the dark red muscles beneath. Hands

Its arms turned into sharp claws, bone spurs grew on its back, and its eyes turned pure black, leaving only two blood-red pupils.

Heretics who have been enhanced by consuming the Philosopher's Stone.

Eleanor swung her sword, cleaving through the weapon of the infidel charging at the front, but was knocked back two steps by the enormous impact.

William stepped forward, sweeping his wooden sword to repel the attack from the left.

Megan crouched at the entrance of the cave, holding the dead cat, her gray eyes fixed on the heretics without making any rash moves.

Dorothy leaned against the cave wall, her hands still bound, but she suddenly laughed.

“Martha,” Dorothy’s voice was soft, “you can’t catch her.”

Sister Martha glanced at her. "Scarlet Witch, you think you can stop me?"

“I can’t,” Dorothy laughed. “But someone can.”

She glanced up at the sky. Mother Martha followed her gaze, but saw nothing.

“A bluff.” Sister Martha shook her head. “Make your move. Leave no survivors.”

The infidels intensified their offensive.

Eleanor's hand was shattered, and blood flowed down the hilt of her sword. Her legs were shaking, her arms were shaking, her whole body was shaking.

But she did not retreat. William stood beside her, his wooden sword sweeping across, forcing back the attacking infidels.

Megan stood up and walked to Eleanor's other side. Dorothy, still bound by her hands, leaned against the cave wall, but pulled a dagger from her bosom and cut the ropes.

"I am coming too."

Seeing Dorothy freed from her predicament, Megan had some reservations, but she didn't voice them at the moment.

Four people, back to back, facing more than twenty enhanced heretics.

Sister Martha stood outside the circle, watching Eleanor.

She didn't make a move, but simply looked at Eleanor as if she were examining a precious item yet to be obtained. Mel stood behind her, his grey-blue eyes fixed on Eleanor, a seemingly harmless smile playing on his lips.

"Given this situation, your chances of getting out of here alive are very slim. Why don't you, female knight, eat a piece of the Philosopher's Stone?"

The Philosopher's Stone.

Eleanor stared at the stone; she had never eaten it.

However, the 'evil god' controlling her body seems to have eaten it and solved many problems.

Chapter 109 Eleanor's Special

With Sister Martha and Mel surrounding her, Eleanor found herself in a precarious situation, surrounded and attacked.

If there's anything to be thankful for, it's that at least these people didn't go for the kill right away.

Judging from the attitudes of Sister Martha and Mel, they seem to be more eager for Eleanor to consume the Philosopher's Stone.

“Don’t eat it,” William’s voice was hoarse. “If you eat it, your body will be corrupted, your consciousness will be twisted. You will become like them.”

Eleanor's pupils contracted slightly.

Without emotion, without thought, only obedience, that is not her.

But she had already eaten, and unfortunately William's reminder came too late. Furthermore, something had already been created inside her body.

"Hmph~ That's just the prejudice of your Goddess Church. It might not necessarily turn out that badly. It might even turn out better."

Dorothy's words sounded like kicking someone when they're down, as if she didn't care.

Although she was also an enemy of Sister Martha and Mel, she was also a member of the 'Church of Life'.

Regarding the Philosopher's Stone, Dorothy is on the side of Sister Martha and Mel, and isn't worried about what will happen to Eleanor after she eats it, but she's sure it will quickly strengthen Eleanor.

"Shut up. The power of the Philosopher's Stone was created by extracting blood from church members who had an affinity for the light element. It was achieved by injecting a large amount of light element magic into their bodies through external force."

Megan reprimanded the Scarlet Witch's stand-in beside her. As a member of the Inquisition, she knew very well the function and creation method of the Philosopher's Stone.

However, that was clearly not something she could do, and the Inquisition would never do it either.

However, the people of the Church of Life did just that, and they also produced a considerable number of Philosopher's Stones.