Free Web NovelChapter 130: Chapter 130: Really Headache-inducing_1
The following afternoon, in the Warden’s office.
"...That’s roughly the situation, Prisoner 3397, Witch Presia, has returned to normal and doesn’t require special supervision anymore. The alert level indicator will be reset to red, and I’ll handle the liaison work with the Heretical Inquisition. I’ve already passed the message to the daytime shift through Flandre. You go and inform the other night shift workers and all the members of your team," Aiden instructed Veronica, who stood before him.
Now that Presia had recovered from her "amnesic" state and reverted to the Great Witch skilled in mental spells, it was necessary to relay this information to everyone stationed in the core area, and Veronica was the captain of the fourth riot squad responsible for the core area.
"Understood," Veronica saluted respectfully, "I’m ashamed that such a significant event happened in my absence and I couldn’t be of help..."
"It can’t be helped, it’s been a full moon these past two days," Aiden replied with a generous smile. "Go to your post."
"Yes, sir." Veronica acknowledged, but didn’t leave the office immediately; instead, she hesitated, seeming as if she had something she wanted to say.
"What’s the matter?" Aiden noticed she seemed to have a question. freewёbnoνel.com
Veronica hesitated for a long time before carefully beginning, "Well, when I was patrolling the garden area, I think... I overheard the prisoners discussing some odd rumors about you..."
"Are they talking about me taking prisoners 3307 and 3397 out?" Aiden realized immediately, "I used Fille’s ability just to look into this matter. Strange rumors arose because Fille started causing trouble after she returned, which is why she is now confined in a solitary cell."
"Ha... So that’s how it is," Veronica sighed in relief, touching her chest, then saluted again. "If that’s all, I shall take my leave."
Aiden nodded, watching her leave the office and leaned back in his chair.
After reporting to the Heretical Inquisition that morning, Presia’s case was temporarily concluded, with only some aftermath matters remaining. At this moment, he had finished his own work and could take a brief rest.
As he settled down, the words Melifilia had spoken to him the day before emerged again in his mind.
"To seize power, to become the ruler..."
— Melifilia had given him such a piece of advice.
Traversing to another world, cultivating to immortality, ascending in one leap—such matters did pique his interest, but interest aside, whether or not to pursue it was another question altogether. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Firstly, the path to godhood in this world was evidently fraught with danger. The very fact that one could inherit divinity from the remains of other divine beings determined that this path would be riddled with all forms of murder and treachery.
As far as Aiden was aware, the powers that had dealings with this path to godhood included the Witch’s Gathering and the Blood Moon Cult—neither of which were to be trifled with.
Though by now, he himself had already caught the attention of a certain member of the Blood Moon Cult.
Melifilia had once said that person had touched the power of "hatred," and in order to fully claim this power, one must fulfill the ritual requirements corresponding to each adage, one of which was to kill Aiden.
Aiden guessed that these so-called ritual requirements likely involved "completing an act of vengeance" or "killing an enemy," and he had been chosen as the enemy for that person to complete the ritual; after all, it was Aiden who had led the team that destroyed the cult founded by that person, even managing to take away the goddess that person had gone to great lengths to summon to this world.
If what Melifilia said was true, then Aiden would eventually be killed by that person if he did not figure out a way to arm himself by taking this path.
But if trying to become a ruler attracted the attention of more dangerous individuals like them, it would undoubtedly be putting the cart before the horse.
Moreover, there was one point he was very clear about: Melifilia was not to be trusted.
Although he had watched over Melifilia for nearly five years, the more he interacted with her, the more he found the goddess inscrutable.
Melifilia seemed to always treat him with a playful attitude, considering him a valuable toy, or rather, a pet. She had parted some divinity to him, occasionally giving him advice and strategy, but always remained tight-lipped about the purpose of summoning him.
It wasn’t until yesterday that he learned from Melifilia’s own lips that he was summoned to serve as a tool to prevent others from rising to become rulers, and Melifilia even boldly stated that her aims went beyond that.
As for the reasons Melifilia willingly let herself be taken in by the heresy tribunal and the agreements made between her and the previous Aiden, Aiden was completely in the dark.
While it appeared that he was the guard and Melifilia the prisoner, the imbalance of information they each possessed meant that in reality, it was he who had always been in a passive position.
Not being able to see through Melifilia’s objectives, blindly accepting her suggestions was evidently risky, in case encouraging him to become a ruler was part of some other scheme...
At this thought, Aiden calmed his mind slightly.
There was no need to think so far ahead for the moment. Whether he worried about when the founder of the Blood Moon Cult would come knocking again or speculated about Melifilia’s true intentions, he could take no action right now.
Even if he resolved to become a ruler, divinity and divine words were not so easily obtained; both Presia and Daili had sought divinity in vain.
The only lead he could think of regarding divinity and divine words was the witches’ gathering, after all, both the one divine word he knew and the technique to utter divine words ultimately originated from the witches’ gathering.
But to actively seek out divinity and divine words through the witches’ gathering would be like asking a tiger for its skin.
Abigail, Lamia, and Qiqimora, the three Great Witches, were all controllers of divine words, and Daili had described Abigail as a near-god, making her probably just one step away from the ruler’s authority, a saint much like "that person" mentioned by Melifilia.
As for the other two, they were likely no easy targets either, given that the Blood Moon Cult quickly fell into line after being put in their place by the witches’ gathering—not to mention that the heresy tribunal had never even contemplated taking action against Abigail.
Besides them, there were also Vila and Habanis, who were on the same level as Daili and Presia among the Great Witches.
The witches’ gathering was also in pursuit of divine words and divinity; while divine words could be shared, divinity was finite, and should they learn of the divinity Aiden bore...
For the current Aiden, the witches’ gathering was certainly not an organization to trifle with—although to some extent, he had already done just that.
"What a headache!" he slumped into his chair, letting out a long sigh.
Is it so difficult to live a decent life in another world?
