Free Web NovelChapter 147: Chapter 147 No Presence_1
"The essence of the Divine Decrees is not the language itself, but the authority that uses language as its medium. Those who master the Decrees have the authority, and the words are merely there to express that authority," Melifilia said while rolling dice, "Be it phonograph records or created written records, they are all just cold noise without the power of authority attached to them. Even if mortals heard them, they would just be learning a sentence of noise. Only those who have mastered the authority of the Decrees can choose to teach them to others."
"And then the person being taught would experience mental contamination?" Aiden asked, following by rolling his dice.
"Exactly, merely speaking the Decrees doesn’t affect another individual’s mind. It is only when you try to forcibly infuse the power of the Decrees into the other person that they will begin to interfere with that person’s spirit."
"So, you mean the words of the divine can only be passed on orally, or read from the remains of the possessor?" Aiden continued to inquire, "If that’s the case, isn’t there a risk of them being lost? What if all the possessors of a particular Divine Decree die off and all their remains are destroyed..."
"You don’t need to worry about that. Divine Decrees are like divinity; they are indestructible. If a Decree loses all of its external carriers, it will return to the corresponding ’unique authority’, and the next person to receive this authority will automatically master that Decree."
"I see. So how can I adapt to the divine language?" Aiden broached the main topic.
"You don’t need to do anything specific. From the moment you master the Decree, it will slowly transform you into a state that suits it," Melifilia said calmly, continuing to move her chess pieces.
"Transform?" Aiden paused, his hand holding the dice coming to a stop, "Are there any side effects to mastering the divine words?"
"Yes, after mastering a type of power, traits of that power will slowly emerge in the possessor."
"But I don’t feel anything..." Aiden said, somewhat bewildered.
"That’s because you have a high compatibility with the power of ’Order’, so you haven’t felt out of place yet. It won’t be long before you start to notice changes," Melifilia explained calmly, "You’re quite lucky, the first Divine Decree you’ve grasped is ’Order’, a suitable authority for you."
"What kind of traits will this Divine Decree have?" Aiden asked, tossing the dice again. freēwebnovel.com
"That’s for you to discover on your own. The best way to seek knowledge is still through practice," Melifilia smiled. "Adapting to the traits that come with the Decrees can have positive as well as negative aspects. The authority of ’Wisdom’ greatly enhances one’s computing abilities, the ’Life’ authority strengthens the possessor’s physical capabilities, the authority of ’Death’ makes it easier for the possessor to attract Spiritual Bodies and other undying entities, the ’Void’ authority gradually erases a person’s presence..."
"Erases presence?" Aiden suddenly became a bit interested.
"Yes, simply put, it makes a person very inconspicuous. If they stand in a crowd, they would be overlooked, and the impression of their appearance quickly becomes vague to others. Even if they stand next to someone, they could be inadvertently ignored."
"Then in my previous life, I must have been a ’Void’ authority saint," Aiden couldn’t help but make a self-deprecating joke, "Most of the world is made up of ’ordinary people’ indistinguishable from the masses, the kind that can’t be spotted in a crowd. The trait you mentioned seems quite common."
"No, the erasure of presence caused by the ’Void’ authority is much stronger than that. Even if the possessor is strikingly attractive, dressed in exotic clothes, or even naked, they are still easily forgotten at a glance. It’s actually a very dangerous authority. If used, the possessor could actively erase others’ memories of them and even temporarily remove their existence from the world."
"Sounds like a very safe ability, makes me want to learn it," Aiden felt suddenly tempted.
Erasing one’s existence meant becoming invisible to others, allowing one to survive in any manner desired. Even if someone chased you to your door with a knife, you could escape the scene without anyone noticing.
"At least try to be somewhat ambitious. Others use this authority for infiltration and assassination," Melifilia sighed helplessly.
At the same time, in cell number twelve of the core area, after the lights had been turned off, Daili and Presia lay in their respective beds, chatted idly for a bit, and then prepared to go to sleep.
"It’s about time, let’s sleep," Presia said.
"Mhm, good night," Daili wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and turned over. freёweɓnovel.com
"Good night to you both." An abrupt third voice suddenly rang out.
But neither of them really noticed at first, just muttering "hmm" in response twice, and then they prepared to drift off to sleep.
It took a while, but Daili felt someone pushing her shoulder. She abruptly awoke to the realization that the voice from before wasn’t—
She opened her eyes and sat up to look beside the bed.
"Yo, long time no see, Daili," Qiqimora said, sitting on the edge of the bed and smiling at her, a thin cigarette pinched in her right hand.
This time, she was wearing an extremely lavish long gown, with eye-catching red dance shoes, a tiara, necklace, earrings, bracelets, rings... almost every possible place where one could wear jewelry was filled. If the lights were turned on, she would probably light up like a crystal chandelier, her whole presence sparkling and glittering.
"Qiqimora!?" Daili’s eyes widened.
Presia, hearing the voice, also sat up, turned her head to look over, and was equally astonished, "You—"
She had barely started speaking when she suddenly realized that she mustn’t attract the attention of the prison guards in the surveillance corridor and quickly lowered her voice: "What are you doing here? Are you here to break us out?"
"Just passing by to see you guys. With my abilities, infiltrating this prison is already at my limit, expecting me to take someone out is asking too much of me," Qiqimora replied nonchalantly.
"Makes sense, you were always the type who wouldn’t bother about whether we lived or died," Presia said as she reached out her hand to Qiqimora, "Give me a cigarette!"
"I’ll give you both the whole pack; it must not be easy to find a smoke around here," Qiqimora said, taking out a pack of cigarettes and matches from her chest and offering one to Daili first.
"It’s okay, it was the same when we were wanted criminals; we couldn’t just go buy cigarettes and had to grow our own tobacco... Give it to Presia, I can get some here." Daili lit her cigarette directly from the one Qiqimora was holding, "Don’t leave the pack and matches here, it’ll be troublesome if they’re found."
"Oh? Sounds like you’re doing quite well here?" Qiqimora remarked teasingly.
"Ignore her. She’s already been tamed," Presia joined in to rib Daili, lighting a cigarette for herself with a match.
Then, she looked up and inadvertently met the eyes of Succubus Phyllis, who was in cell number thirteen across from hers, leaning on the railing and looking over with a shocked expression.
