Free Web NovelChapter 203: Chapter 203: I Want to Watch You Get Beaten Myself_1
"Have you gone fucking dumb from being locked up in prison?" Habanis yelled at Presia, glaring at her.
If Presia was going to meet Aiden somewhere nearby, they might still be able to trace their way to him, but if Presia was planning on going back to prison by herself... It wouldn’t be possible for them to brazenly head to the prison to find the man.
"Are you angry about what just happened? Don’t be so petty, Presia. If Habanis and I hadn’t come to help just now, our side would have taken losses. And, as it turned out, it was us who held back the nun," Qiqimora calmly tried to reason with Presia.
"Angry? How could I be? Honestly, I’m not the least bit surprised by what you did," Presia dismissed with a wave of her hand.
That was true enough, although Presia did feel a bit displeased when Qiqimora lured the priest to them and then escaped, she didn’t bear any grudge. After all, in the gathering of witches, she didn’t have much trust in the other Great Witches except for Vila and Daili.
If she thought about it, she might risk rescuing Vila and Daili if they were ever in danger, while she might actually feel a bit pleased if the usually not-so-friendly Habanis was in trouble. As for Lamia and Qiqimora... when they were dying, Presia guessed she would only be thinking about how to acquire the divinity within them.
"Then why do you listen to him so obediently?" Habanis was greatly puzzled.
"Right now, he’s requested that I share some senses with him using Mental Spells. If I were to cut off communication or make any slight move, he’d immediately trigger the demonic pact to kill me. If you try to help me break the demonic pact, he’d also make his move instantly, so please don’t do anything unnecessary," Presia explained.
This kind of magic was an advanced version of the familiar surveillance spells, temporarily allowing the sharing of senses between two individuals remotely, and it was a unique spell that Presia, who was skilled in Mental Spells, could use.
"Does this mean he can see and hear our conversation right now?" Habanis started.
"Not just now, he has been able to see everything here since I came over," Presia spread her hands to the Great Witches before her, "His exact words were ’I want to watch those bastards get their asses kicked myself.’"
"Fuck you, you little shit!!" Habanis immediately flew into a rage and yelled at Presia.
"Don’t take your anger out on me," Presia frowned.
"Anyway, he can hear it!" Habanis replied irritably, "Are you really content being at his beck and call like this?"
"It’s fine, he has promised to reduce my sentence to under ten years once it’s all over, and he will also give me some divinity," Presia answered calmly.
"You trust him that much?" Habanis gave her a sidelong glance.
"If I have to say, he’s at least more trustworthy than any of you for making deals," Presia replied coolly, "And now that he has acquired so much divinity, I don’t want to offend such a person lightly."
Lamia and Qiqimora exchanged glances. The prison warden hadn’t left Presia to move freely but had taken certain precautions instead.
The fruit of victory had already fallen into the hands of Aiden Galahad, and that was something they could no longer prevent.
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At that moment, in a basement of a civilian house at a corner of the abandoned village, Aiden’s lips curved into a smile.
The situation with Presia was progressing smoothly, and he had even seen the Great Witches suffer setbacks, which put him in a particularly good mood.
He momentarily withdrew his attention, observing his "prize" from a distance ahead.
A mercury sphere had transformed into an iron coffin as tall as a person, enclosing a young girl within. The iron coffin enveloped her entire body tightly, leaving only a face that seemed to be in deep sleep exposed.
He turned his head and glanced at "Presia" behind him—of course, the person now inhabiting that body was actually Father Bales.
Without the durable body of a synthetic beast and even his divinity transferred to Aiden, he posed no immediate threat for the moment. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Aiden couldn’t help but recall the conversation they had when Father Bales had led him to find this inheritor just a moment ago.
"Does this person really have no self-awareness at all?" Aiden had looked at the girl, who lay in the basement like a vegetable, and couldn’t quite believe it for a moment.
"No, this body retains only the instinct for survival, no intelligence. This is the result Mother specifically chose with her ’evolution’ power," Father Bales had replied.
Led by Father Bales, they had found the true successor to Sister Neve hidden in the basement of a civilian house.
Aiden had thought the successor would have some combat ability and had prepared for a fight, but the priest had informed him that the true successor posed no threat in and of herself.
Because the successor that Sister Neve left behind was nothing but a puppet without the ability to think, not even comparable to those combat nuns completely controlled by the Mother, they easily took control of the successor after killing the combat nuns guarding the basement.
"Why make it like this?" Aiden asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Because there are few successors established by the Mother who truly wish to accept the inheritance," Father Bales said calmly. "After all, that means erasing one’s own consciousness and completely replacing it with Mother’s will. That woman has only power on her mind, ruthless in her quest to reclaim the throne and become the ruler; not a single child would make such a sacrifice for her. So, in the end, Mother simply created this puppet and hid it away as a spare body for herself."
"Do you really wish for her death that much?" Aiden detected a hint of bitterness in the priest’s words.
"Of course, even though I don’t even qualify to be an inheritor, she used my life as a tool for her restoration," Father Bales said with indifference. "We’re all forced into this by the call of the bloodline of authority, but there are some offspring mixed with other bloodlines who gained more autonomy, trying to escape or engage in some meaningless rebellion. They were all killed in the end..."
"Despite ’producing’ so many offspring, she has no love for her own children," Aiden commented.
It could be said that it was precisely Sister Neve’s—or rather Queen Rese’s—cold-blooded use of her children as tools that gave Father Bales the idea to rebel and gave Aiden the chance to kill her.
"She is fixated on seizing the divine authority and naturally wouldn’t care about human morals. A god would not accept the constraints of human rules," Father Bales had said at the time.
...
And now, the inheritor wrapped inside the iron coffin suddenly opened her eyes—not the blank, dull eyes of before. At the sight of Aiden, those eyes clearly flashed a hint of surprise and hostility.
The inheritance was complete.
"I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Sister Neve..." Aiden flashed a polite smile and greeted her ceremoniously, "or should I address you as Your Majesty, the Queen?"
