Free Web NovelChapter 205: Chapter 205: Someone Stole the Kill_1
Aiden had no intention of shooting the defenseless Sister Neve here; it wasn’t a matter of principle, but simply because it was unnecessary.
He had only two purposes for getting involved in this conflict: one was to eliminate the Harvest Mother Cult that threatened Rose Iron Prison, and the other was to take advantage of the situation to attain some divine abilities. As long as his objectives were met, he would not do anything superfluous.
Now that the Harvest Mother Cult was as good as annihilated, as long as Sister Neve here transferred all her divinity to her, she would not be able to use the divine word of "Reproduction." Once in Rose Iron Prison, she would be no different from the prisoners in the core area.
And there were indeed benefits to keeping Sister Neve alive.
Sister Neve was a saint of the "Reproduction" authority, and her understanding of it certainly far exceeded that of an ordinary person.
Aiden was already vaguely aware that he couldn’t fully trust Melifilia in the matter of approaching the ruler’s authority, so at the very least he needed to obtain information from a source other than Melifilia.
However, he could also vaguely guess what kind of answer Sister Neve would provide.
"I won’t accept it. After all, I am a sovereign of a nation..." Sister Neve didn’t even hesitate. freewebnσvel.cøm
"Your nation is long gone," Aiden replied with a cold laugh.
"Then there’s no need for idle talk. Kill me, boy," Sister Neve said indifferently.
She really is that kind of person... Aiden thought to himself.
From the information he had so far, this person had once been the queen of a country, eager to become a ruler and get close to authority. After the country’s fall, she had never given up on restoration or divinity for two hundred years and had unhesitatingly used her own flesh and blood as tools...
Although the calamity orchestrated by Death was a contributing factor, the fact that a country rose up in rebellion repeatedly because of disasters only indicated that its ruling class had long lost the support of the people. It was likely that the queen’s desire for restoration was not out of patriotism, but simply an unwillingness to let go of the power she once had.
This was a person driven by a thirst for power, still immersed in memories of her past prestige even though the nation no longer existed. free𝑤ebnovel.com
In the prisons Aiden had overseen, whether in his past life or in the present, there were many individuals with deep backgrounds. Some of these ’high officials and nobles’ became prisoners unable to realize their new reality, trying to maintain their former airs in prison, and even speaking down to prison guards with an authoritative tone - in common parlance, "putting on airs."
But such prisoners would fall in line after being disciplined. Sister Neve’s case, however, was likely not so easily straightened out.
She would not cooperate in any way, and would strike back at the first opportunity. Leaving her with her divine power was too dangerous... Could it really be that he had to kill her?
While Aiden was still weighing this in his mind, he suddenly heard an imperceptible whisper from nearby: "She gave me flesh, she also gave me shackles!"
Black magic!
Instinctively, Aiden turned his gun towards "Presia"... or rather, Father Bales, his first reaction being that Father Bales intended to ambush him.
But to his surprise, Father Bales lunged at the trapped Sister Neve with a ferocious face, and with a sudden stretch of his hand, dark red blood pierced through the skin of his palm and transformed into a nail some fifteen centimeters long.
A simple blood magic, Father Bales had fashioned a weapon from the blood of this body.
It was only a momentary event, but the long nail pierced straight into Sister Neve’s eye. Sister Neve could only reflexively close her eye; she had no chance to dodge as the bloodied nail penetrated her eyeball and drove into her brain.
Violent convulsions ran through Sister Neve’s body, but the mercury alloy golem wrapped tightly around her, preventing her from moving.
"You—"
Before losing consciousness, Sister Neve stared at the distorted face of the "witch" who attacked her, as if recognizing the attacker’s true identity. She managed to let out a cry, then stared with her eyes wide and mouth half-open, unresponsive, her face continuously twitching.
"What are you doing?" Aiden quickly regained his composure and questioned Father Bales.
Father Bales took a few deep breaths, slowly turned his face, his eyes filled with a touch of fear, "Only by killing her... can I be free. She cannot be allowed to live!"
Aiden realized he had somewhat underestimated Father Bales’s hatred for his own mother. To Father Bales, the woman who had brought him into the world in the body of a monster, forcing him to serve as the false leader of a cult for a resurrection that demanded his life’s sacrifice, was the chief culprit who ruined his entire life.
While Aiden and Sister Neve talked about the so-called "opportunity," he probably already harbored the intent to kill her himself... No, perhaps the moment he switched to this body, which the "fertility" divinity could not affect and had no blood of the "mother," he had this thought.
Aiden steadied his emotions. When Father Bales pounced towards Sister Neve, Aiden had already vaguely sensed his intent. In fact, Aiden had the capacity to stop him at that moment. A quick shot to "Presia’s" leg, or using a divine word, could have given Sister Neve a chance to survive.
But he did not do so. After all, he himself had been considering killing Sister Neve; there was no need to put a hole in Presia’s body for an almost certain outcome.
"Move aside." Aiden ordered Father Bales to step away, then aimed at Sister Neve’s head and fired another shot.
A nail piercing from the eye into the brain counted as a fatal injury, but it wouldn’t cause instant death. Even though, given the current situation, she was mostly beyond saving, Aiden decided to grant Sister Neve a quick end.
"You won’t be getting your freedom. Someone has to take responsibility for the Harvest Mother Cult’s matters, and you’re the cult’s leader in the public eye." Aiden’s gaze shifted to Father Bales, "You will be sent to Thorn Iron Prison to serve your sentence... being cooperative might spare your life, but getting out in your lifetime seems impossible."
"Perhaps... that’s for the best," the priest said dejectedly, sitting down on the ground. Living under his mother’s shadow was more painful to him than staying in prison.
Aiden approached and checked to make sure Sister Neve was dead.
The saint of "fertility" who had borne countless offspring over two centuries, ended up killed by her own son she despised. In a way, it was quite lamentable.
What to do next? Aiden began to think quickly.
He could now extract all the divinity from this corpse; he had learned the method to obtain divinity from remains from Melifilia.
The problem was that the remains still held the "fertility" divine words that Sister Neve controlled, which because they did not reside in the same position or adjacent to "order," were beyond Aiden’s grasp.
For Aiden, this divine word didn’t hold much value, but Abigail, she just wanted the "fertility" divine word...
An idea naturally emerged in Aiden’s mind—take away all the divinity, then... negotiate with the Witch’s Convocation!
