Free Web NovelChapter 113: Chapter 113: Holy Nail_1
Having personally experienced the spiritual contamination of divine speech and then releasing it again, Aiden had truly felt the terror of divine power.
From its effects, the divine words he used were not that formidable, but they indeed possessed a bug-like quality that went beyond ordinary magic, capable of changing concepts. Extrapolating this to the scale of Melifilia’s power was simply unimaginable.
Could such a being really be contained solely by human-made containment measures?
If Melifilia was only pretending to be contained and could actually move freely at any time, then not to mention the Rose Iron Prison built above, the entire Silvertown and even most of the continent might be in danger.
Originally, upon learning of his own divine nature, he had thought about confirming it with Melifilia, but considering this, he subconsciously put the idea on hold.
"You’ve been personally monitoring her for almost five years, and now you realize this problem, isn’t it a bit too late?" Harold frowned, casting a disappointed look at his slow-witted student, "Admittedly, without her voluntary cooperation, we would never have been able to contain her, but our containment measures are theoretically effective against her."
"Are those few nails really capable of sealing her power?"
"First of all, don’t underestimate those holy nails, those are ancient artifacts imbued with divinity," Harold replied flatly.
"Ancient artifacts?" Aiden was stunned, "The files I saw clearly stated they were commissioned by the Inquisition..."
"What’s written in the files is false, those things weren’t made, they were confiscated from illegal trades of the secret society. The holy nails are relics with divinity, they embody the concept of ’fixation’, capable of even blocking the flow of water, and this concept is effective on the nails themselves, to this day there is no method to extract divinity from the artifact itself. These items are excellent for sealing purposes, it’s just that before we captured the ’Saintess,’ we never found a suitable subject."
"That powerful?" Aiden pondered, using a divine artifact to seal a deity sounded plausible.
"And also..." Harold flicked off some ash from his cigarette, "strictly speaking, we aren’t containing the deity itself but the human body she uses, the holy nails just cut off her control over that body."
"I see," Aiden relaxed a bit, "That makes me feel a lot more at ease."
Indeed, strictly speaking, Melifilia can’t be equated with the Sovereign itself. After all, she’s just a human vessel possessed by the Sovereign, that body is just a tool for the Sovereign to enter this realm—according to the methods used by the Blood Moon Cult to summon deities, it seems the Sovereign is also bound by certain rules when entering this realm.
They might not be able to imprison the Sovereign itself, but they could seal the human body used by the Sovereign. Ants may not be able to kill a person, but they can sever the straw that a person probes into the anthill with.
"Be at ease, but don’t get too relaxed. Without the holy nails, she’d immediately be able to freely manipulate her body and use divine speech..." Harold admonished irritably, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
"What’s wrong?" Aiden noticed the unnatural pause.
"Someone is coming," Harold made a gesture and spoke in a low voice, "Keep quiet."
Aiden understood and closed his mouth. The things they had just been discussing were secrets not even the higher-ranking Judges might know. Harold told him only because he had learned about the divine speech from yesterday’s accident.
He turned his head to look at the glass on the wall. There was one-way glass installed on the wall of Harold’s office, similar to that used in interrogation rooms, only oriented differently. One couldn’t see into the room from outside, but from inside, it was possible to see the figure standing next to the door.
When Aiden saw the person standing at the door, he couldn’t help but be stunned—it was Rebecca.
The door was then knocked upon, and Harold gestured with the cigar in his hand towards the door, indicating for Aiden to open it. To prevent someone from barging in while they were discussing secrets, he had locked the door on his way in.
"Having the guest open the door, huh..."
"You’re closer to the door, hurry up and go!" Harold urged.
Aiden stood up reluctantly and opened the door.
"Aiden? What are you..." Rebecca, standing outside the door, immediately widened her eyes upon seeing him, but then nodded in sudden realization, "Ah, you’ve come to deliver ’that’ thing, haven’t you?"
"It has already been handed over to the director, you came specifically for this, didn’t you?" Aiden stepped aside, gesturing towards Harold, "Do you want to have a look?"
"Director, that..." Rebecca walked into the office somewhat reservedly, raising her hand to salute Harold.
"I’ve heard about the matter from that brat. I hear you have some impression of this thing?" Harold picked up the pendant and shook it, then casually tossed it to Rebecca, "Take a look, see if there’s any clue to help recover your memory."
Rebecca hastily caught it with both hands, took a close look, and was instantly stunned, "How... did it become like this!?"
"Ask him," Harold quickly shifted the blame onto Aiden.
Rebecca turned to look at Aiden, and for some reason, Aiden vaguely read a hint of accusation in her eyes.
"There was a little accident during the investigation," Aiden spread his hands, "But the appearance hasn’t been affected much. Have you remembered anything?"
Rebecca was still on suspension and rest, without the authority of a senior Judge. Unless Harold said something, Aiden wouldn’t disclose to her about his infiltration into the witch gathering yesterday.
Rebecca glanced at the pendant in her hand, shook her head, and returned the pendant to Harold, "I can only vaguely remember that Presia seemed to wear this thing, but nothing else comes to mind."
Aiden was somewhat surprised by her reaction. Yesterday, Rebecca had seemed quite fixated when she saw the pendant, as if she felt a very clear memory clue. But now that she had the item in her hands, she only looked at it for a moment before dismissing it carelessly.
"This thing was retrieved from inside Presia after she had swallowed it," Aiden asked, "Are you really without any impression of it?"
"That... I really can’t remember. If I could, I would have said so already," Rebecca shook her head.
"Then it seems you have come in vain today," Harold said.
"No, Director, I’ve come today to discuss another matter with you," Rebecca said, looking at Harold earnestly. freёweɓnovel.com
"What is it?"
"I request your approval to be transferred out of the Heresy Judgment Office. Like him..." Rebecca glanced at Aiden, "I want to work at the Rose Iron Prison."
Hold holding the teacup just like last time, Aiden’s hand trembled again, almost spilling the tea.
