Free Web NovelChapter 239: Chapter 239 Gifting "Death"_1
The prison doctor and Veronica both looked towards Aiden with astonishment in their eyes.
Such visibly rapid self-healing, even for sturdy Pureblood Werewolves, was only possible on full moon nights, and as for vampires, it was feasible only after consuming an adequate amount of human blood.
But at this moment, Aiden himself hadn’t come to realize what was happening.
It couldn’t be the effect of the "Return" incantation; he had experimented with it long before. His current power could work on objects, dispel the effects of black magic, and eliminate foreign substances that had entered the body, but it wasn’t enough to revert a living organism’s damaged state, much less heal wounds like this.
Moreover, his blood had even caused some harm to Ophelia.
He knew of only high-level black magic involving life alchemy that could heal wounds in this manner, but since he wasn’t a witch, he naturally hadn’t learned such a spell...
A witch...
At that thought, Aiden suddenly came to realize.
It might be the effect of the finger Abigail had given him.
Life-based black magic could reshape the flesh of living beings and also treat a certain degree of external injuries.
He had once seen Abigail twist off her own finger, only to have it regrow on the spot.
After accepting a part of Abigail’s flesh, his body might have been affected to some degree as well.
This also explained why Ophelia had had such a reaction after sucking his blood; life-based magic could indeed harm the undead, and Abigail’s "life" power should have a similar effect.
In other words, this was probably a side effect of the "rebirth" Abigail had bestowed upon him.
If there’s a chance, I should confirm this with Abigail...
"Commander, what is this... exactly?" Veronica asked curiously.
"Just a simple healing spell," Aiden lied impassively.
Everyone in the prison knew he was authorized to use black magic, and besides a few old riot squad members, most people didn’t understand much about black magic, so it didn’t matter how he made up the details. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Yet the prison doctor stared, incredulously: "You’re joking, right? I didn’t know you could do something this impressive... If you’d show your face in the infirmary from time to time, think how many beds we could save?"
"This spell can only be used on oneself. Speaking of which, if the infirmary were under my charge, would your salary also fall under my jurisdiction?" Aiden glanced at the prison doctor.
"Please no..." the doctor hastily gestured.
"You bastard, so it was you who played a trick on me with your spell!" Ophelia cursed out loud upon hearing their conversation, "Liar! Despicable! Shameless!"
"It’s your fault for biting so hard. If it’s just to suck blood, then suck blood. I felt like my hand was about to fall off," Aiden quickly made an excuse, moving his wrist, "Want to try again? But I can’t guarantee it won’t be like before."
Ophelia glared at him, grinding her teeth.
"Don’t want to anymore? Then, for now, I’ll just restore your treatment level, but we still have urgent matters to deal with. Later, I’ll tell you what trouble Kael Callado has gotten himself into." Aiden said, shifting his gaze to the vampire Countess lying on the bed.
The Countess appeared somewhat tense, clearly unaware of the sinister magic that had bound her life to the whims of her captor. But she was certain that the person before her was not someone she could afford to provoke.
"Before I hand you over to the Inquisition, answer a few questions for me. First, your name," Aiden demanded, staring at the Countess.
"Martha Kayden..." the Countess answered truthfully.
"Are you on the wanted list? Have you drunk human blood?" Aiden continued.
"Not... I haven’t drunk any," the Countess replied, averting her gaze.
"Lying to me? The moment I saw you, you reeked of fresh human blood," Ophelia coldly exposed her.
Aiden glanced at Ophelia, who had essentially been in withdrawal from drinking human blood while in prison. The last time she had tasted human blood was before the Meiruki slave uprising. It seemed that, needing only a month or two, members of her race who had abstained from human blood could identify their kin who had recently feasted based on scent.
"I know you’ve been tasked with hunting ordinary humans. Don’t let me catch you trying to fool me again," Aiden warned the Countess sternly.
The Countess swallowed hard and nodded stiffly, "Understood."
"So, you’re with the Blood Moon Cult?"
"Yes."
"Why did you come here to break into the prison?" frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"I was... forced! Someone compelled me to do this!" Martha started to explain vigorously upon hearing the question.
"Who forced you? Be specific," Aiden pressed.
"It’s... a high-ranking member of the cult. He told us to call him the ’Envoy.’ Every time he appeared before us, he would shroud part of his body in mist to conceal himself, so none of us knew what he looked like. He ordered me and three other cultists here, claiming it was ’Death’s decree.’ But after we arrived, he just had us hunt for human blood in different areas," the Countess answered, trembling with fear, "I didn’t want to, but I had no choice..."
"If you truly didn’t want to, why not just flee?" Aiden scoffed.
"We couldn’t defy him, that man... he’s an envoy of ’Death’ himself! Going against him would mean execution!" The Countess embraced herself, still haunted with fear, "We’ve seen him execute other vampires with our own eyes; he could burn someone alive with just a touch!"
"Just a touch?" Aiden zeroed in on this crucial detail.
"This time as well, he made me... forced me to drink a drop of his blood, compelling me to do these things... saying that if I didn’t comply, I would face the most agonizing death."
Having someone drink a drop of blood, in order to kill them from a distance...
It was indeed a method quite similar to the one Abigail used for "resurrection," only the "Envoy" granted death instead of life.
Although the Countess did not reveal any basic characteristics of the "Envoy," Aiden still gleaned a piece of relatively useful information. It seemed the "Envoy of Death" required physical contact to use the death-dealing powers bestowed by Death.
Aiden continued to question the Countess about the Blood Moon Cult, but like the previously captured Nos, this member was also a discard, recently and abruptly recruited into the cult and provided no particularly useful intelligence.
"Hey, are you done with the interrogation?" Ophelia, who had been waiting with her arms crossed, finally ran out of patience, "Can you tell me now, what kind of trouble has that idiot gotten into? He couldn’t possibly have gotten involved with the Blood Moon Cult, could he?"
