Free Web NovelChapter 125: Chapter 125 Trade with Me_1
"...You’ve been arrested now, and the intelligence on your magic has been leaked. Continuing to resist is of no benefit to either of us," in the interrogation room, Aiden sat across from Presia, separated by an iron table, "To put it simply, if you switch Rebecca’s body back and undo the sealing of her memory, you can expect a lighter sentence. Of course, if you’re willing to strike a deal with me afterward to share your research findings, I could even push for a reduction in your punishment."
"Causing trouble for you is a significant benefit to me," Presia sat with her arms folded, her face expressing total non-cooperation, "And you want me to hand over my research? Do you have any idea how much effort I’ve poured into these studies?"
"I can imagine," Aiden nodded, "After all, you even came up with such a terrifying spell that can permanently take over someone’s body. Being able to take over others’ bodies at will, one could use someone else’s identity to commit crimes unchecked. This poses a huge challenge to the current order." Aiden tapped his fingers on the iron table, "By the way, I heard you developed this spell to allow witches to evade the Witch Hunt Council’s pursuit. You haven’t taught it to anyone else, have you?"
"Of course not, the spell is still unfinished," Presia responded curtly, "I wouldn’t have resorted to such measures if I hadn’t been pushed into a corner by a senior Judge."
"Unfinished? It sounds like the completed spell will be even more powerful?"
"Naturally. The goal I want to achieve is a spell that, after taking over someone’s body, also perfectly inherits their memory, knowledge, and skills. Unfortunately, I haven’t made any progress on this step. If I had, I wouldn’t be in such a difficult position," she lamented.
Indeed, if Presia could inherit Rebecca’s memory and abilities, she probably wouldn’t need to use amnesia as an excuse and could impersonate Rebecca more smoothly and naturally, without raising suspicions so easily. Getting transferred to Rose Iron Prison would probably also be much easier—just like Aiden had.
Yes, taking over another’s body and perfectly inheriting their memory, knowledge, and skills was something Aiden was all too familiar with.
Hearing Presia’s words, Aiden quickly pondered.
He was reincarnated in this body, inheriting the previous owner’s identity and abilities, all courtesy of Melifilia’s summoning effect. Melifilia claimed that she had left a "safeguard" on the former Aiden, which was precisely what brought him to this world.
Now it seemed that this so-called "safeguard" was likely the effect of a divine language. Melifilia’s demonstrated power was even stronger than what Presia aimed to achieve, considering it could inherit even the memories of the dead and revive a deceased body.
Melifilia always proclaimed herself the goddess of wisdom and scheming, and from Aiden’s understanding of the little power she had shown him, this ruler must have at least mastered the authority of the "spirit" domain.
Daili had mentioned before that human black magic was actually just a degraded form of divine language, and that the black magic corresponding to Melifilia’s authority was deduced from the spells recorded in the Book of Spirits. freewёbnoνel.com
In other words, Presia was attempting to recreate the effect of divine language using black magic to the best of her ability... Could she be aware of the related divine language?
"Do you know the divine language of the spirit authority?" Aiden tried asking.
"You know about it too?" Presia’s eyes locked onto Aiden’s, "No, could it be that you... can use that divine language?"
She couldn’t help but recall the "Order" divine language Aiden had used on her. She had suspected that Abigail had taught him the phrase, especially since the "Great Witch’s Token" she had obtained in the morning was damaged, suggesting that this man could very well have infiltrated the Great Witch’s gathering and been discovered by Abigail. Given Abigail’s unpredictable nature, she might have decided to toy with Aiden using the divine language.
But this speculation failed to explain the divine qualities inherent in Aiden Galahad, and from their conversation, it seemed he was also familiar with the divine language of the spirit authority...
Could it be that he had already mastered the power of divine language long ago? And possibly more than just one phrase...
Thinking along these lines, the thought naturally emerged in Presia’s mind: This man was unfathomable.
And he says I lost due to bad luck; is he mocking me?
"Divine language might be powerful, but it’s not something just anyone can master. Your developed spell, on the other hand, is different. Completely inheriting the target’s memory, abilities, and identity, you could attain endless life and knowledge with such a method. But it means you’d have to erase the other party from this world entirely. And you actually considered teaching this spell to other witches?" Aiden didn’t address Presia’s question and redirected the conversation back.
"What, do you mean to say I’m acting unethically?" Presia sneered, "You think a lecture would inspire me to change my ways?"
"There’s no use talking about the obvious. Education and reform are for those with a chance at redemption. For someone like you, it’s more efficient to plainly state the pros and cons. As I said, I’m here to make a deal with you," Aiden spoke calmly.
"Frankly, I have no such intention. Getting entangled with you or any of the council’s lackeys is repulsive," Presia retorted bluntly.
"You’re not making a deal with the council, but with me personally. In my view, you’re dangerous, and your technology is dangerous, but I believe you have other research results of trade value on hand. Trade with me. If you dealt with the Witch Hunt Council, you wouldn’t even get a chance to negotiate. What’s the point of a one-for-one swap with a senior Judge? The Witch Hunt Council might lose a senior Judge, but the witches’ gathering would also be down a Great Witch. Who’s losing and who’s gaining isn’t clear," Aiden continued to persuade her.
"Are you implying I could have a chance to get out sooner?"
"That depends on whether you’re willing to cooperate with me."
Presia fell silent for a long while before finally speaking: "I still can’t trust you. You say Daili is trading with you, so call her here to meet me; I want to verify it with her in person."
"Of course, that’s possible," Aiden opened the door and gave orders to the guards outside.
Minutes later, Daili was brought into the room.
"Daili..." Seeing her old friend after a long time, Presia’s eyes widened slightly.
"You’ve come..."
As Aiden turned to address Daili, he suddenly felt a twinge of confusion—Daili’s expression clearly showed a hint of unease.
"Warden," Daili approached Aiden tentatively, "Although I do think you’re a decent man, for something like this... I would like to mentally prepare myself first."
"Hm?" Aiden was suddenly puzzled.
