I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"What do you mean?" Eli was a little stunned and looked at Mr. Dwyer in disbelief.

His sister did indeed pass away when he was seven years old. He had questioned her hysterically in the Church of the Dead, and he had also taken his sister's ashes with his own hands and buried her in the magnificent valley where he had played as a child.

It took him a long time to accept this reality, and he used time to smooth out his sorrow during the long journey.

Even though I see a lovely girl, I still can't help but give her a beautiful flower, hoping that my sister can also accept the fragrance of the gift in the dark abyss.

But now, this wise man said that she had never left him? Why?

"I now believe that you are a half-baked Death Blesser. Death Blessers are usually very sensitive about their own souls." Mr. Dwyer shook his head helplessly. "But the Church of the Dead's understanding of the soul is indeed profound. Even the soulless body can be healed in this way. Let me put it this way, if I'm not mistaken, you should be born with a soulless body."

Seeing that the two people in front of him still looked puzzled, Dwyer went on to explain: "A body without a soul is a body without a soul in the mother's womb, or the soul is too weak to merge with the body. The moment you are born, you are dead. But you are lucky that you happen to have a sister by your side. She is also the Holy Maiden of Death, blessed by the gods, and her soul strength is far superior to that of ordinary people. It must be that a Death Favored One who has a deep control over the soul gave half of your sister's soul to you to help your soul take shape, so you can survive, and thanks to her, you also became the Son of God, but you got this status by chance, so you are not as deeply blessed by the gods as she is.

After you were born, your soul gradually stabilized. Influenced by your sister's soul, you naturally became a Death-loving One. However, faith comes from the soul, and your own half of the soul can still choose its own faith, so you can be accepted by the God of Life."

"So that's how it is. The soul is so mysterious." Phil Gray exclaimed. It can even be shared. So is this the reason why Eli can hover between life and death?

Eli was silent for a while, his eyes a little sour: "Then why did I become a death-loving person again?"

"This is exactly why I said she never left you. It should be that after her death, her soul did not go to the abyss, but was attracted by the half of her soul that was given to you, and lived in your soul space, always with you. It's just that you used to be a life-favored person and knew nothing about it. And because your souls are essentially the same, it is difficult for even ordinary death-favored people to discover it except you. What a pity..." Mr. Dwyer sighed.

"What a pity..." Eli's lips moved slightly, and his voice was so low that only he could hear it. He seemed to realize something, and his whole body was shaking. He could not maintain the divine power in his hand, and the skeleton fell to the ground.

That flower, the black flower he used to enhance his divine power, its function was to overdraw his soul and transform it into divine power. When his soul was exhausted, he should have died!

“I heard you say that you should have paid a huge price to use divine power far beyond your level, but you did not die. Instead, you became a higher-level Death-Lord. You should understand that it was your sister who gave you the remaining half of her soul, and now you are the real Son of Death, but her soul…” Dwyer said slowly.

Hearing these words that confirmed his guess, Eli felt extremely painful. He felt like he couldn't even speak. The whole world was spinning, and his heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe.

Why is this happening? If he had known...

He thought meanly that if he had known that his sister would always be with him and her soul would dissipate because of his actions, he would rather be a sinner who watched her die without rescuing her than bear the price of sacrificing her!

younger sister……

He pressed his hand tightly against his heart and half squatted down. The pretty little face in his mind seemed to gradually stretch out and grow into a big girl.

She had fair skin, blonde hair, sweet dimples on her oval face, and green eyes exactly like his. She smiled ostentatiously, riding on a pony like she did when she was a child, and smiled back at him: "Brother, am I beautiful?"

"Mei, you will definitely be a beauty when you grow up. Brother will give you the most beautiful flowers in the world!" The boy's crisp answer gradually turned into a hoarse and bitter voice.

She has always been by my side!

For so many years, I didn’t know anything!

Seeing Eli in pain, Phil Gray didn't know how to comfort him. He turned to Mr. Dwyer and asked, "How do you know so much?"

He had no intention of questioning the wisdom of the wise man, but just hoped that there was still some room for maneuver.

"The skill God has given me allows me to see the truth of things and get to the essence of things based on tiny details." Dwyer continued, "Plus, I also did some research on the soul when I was young. Oh, and his sister's soul is still there, so there is hope for her salvation."

"what?"

Eli stood up hurriedly, as if he had suddenly returned to the human world from the abyss. He ignored his previous manners and tightly grasped Dwyer's sleeve. "My sister is not completely gone, right? How can I save her?"

"It's a slim hope, but with your current status as the Son of Death, maybe you can give it a try someday."

"Don't keep us in suspense. What should we do?" Phil Gray couldn't help but ask.

"There is still a trace of her soul attached to your soul, which is the basis for my speculation about the past. However, this trace of soul is about to dissipate and merge with you. If you find a way to stop her from dissipating first and then go to the altar of the abyss, perhaps you can restore her to her original state." Dwyer said.

"How do we stop her from dissipating?" Eli asked hastily.

"That depends on you. You can't even control your own soul space, so who can help you? You need to let that soul feel your will yourself. You don't need her nourishment, you just need her to sleep quietly. When necessary, use your current soul power to feed her back."

"Then what can we do at the altar of the abyss?"

"The altar of the abyss I'm talking about is a soul altar in the Abyss of the Dead, which is presided over by the legendary monarch of the Southern Region. It is said that it can repair people's souls. Maybe we can give it a try. However, we know very little about the Abyss of the Dead. This is what I saw in an ancient book. I can't be sure which one is true or false, so there is little hope." Dwyer sighed. What's more, even if he went to the Abyss of the Dead, it would only happen after death.

"That's still hopeful. We happen to have an old friend we can ask. As for going to the Abyss of the Dead, it's not just the dead who can go there. The living can go there as well." Phil Gray patted Eli's shoulder suggestively. He didn't want to reveal the fact that Frank and himself had been to the Abyss of the Dead in front of Dwyer, but Eli would definitely understand what he meant.

Eli nodded, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, "Okay, I'll stop her soul from dissipating first." As he said that, he wanted to find a quiet space, but he paused again and said apologetically: "Boss, I'm sorry, I may need some time..."

Phil Gray hugged him gently as if to comfort him, and said, "We can't intervene in the war in Chenxi for the time being. You should take care of your sister's affairs first. We will call you if there is anything else."

"Okay." Eli's figure disappeared in a moment.

Phil Gray frowned. He had found the reason why Eli kept jumping back and forth between the followers of life and death, but this situation did not apply to him. He was sure that he was not split into three souls. It seemed that he needed to further explore the reason. However, he could not reveal this to Dwyer. It involved several major sects, and he did not dare to fully trust this wise man.

They chatted casually for a while, and then they heard Ernest knocking on the door. "Your Highness, His Holiness the Pope asks you and the representatives of all religions to go to the cathedral immediately."