Free Web NovelChapter 441: Chapter 441 Doing Ideological Work_1
Library, research room.
"I’ve looked over it, there’s no problem," Presia, after sitting and making eye contact with Veronica for more than ten minutes, came back to her senses and offered her diagnosis. Then she added another sentence, "It’s just..."
"Just what?" Aiden gave her a concerned look.
"The spirit truly shows traces of interference, and there is a blank in the conscious memory, but the subconscious that is connected to the body remained continuously active..."
"Let’s skip the academic explanation and go straight to your conclusion," Aiden interrupted, raising his hand.
"There are three possible causes for this state: bestial rampage, sleepwalking, or... having ones body controlled by mental spells, and it could only have happened recently," Presia glanced at Veronica, "It’s still daytime now, so there’s only the third possibility. But to be completely manipulated by mental spells to the extent of leaving no memory can only be done with the subject’s full consent. You should have an idea about this, right?"
"It’s precisely because someone used mental spells that we need to check whether the other party had any ulterior motives," Aiden answered for her, "Are you really sure there’s no problem? Take another careful look."
"I’ve checked thoroughly enough. By the way, if you don’t trust each other, why would you willingly let someone use mental spells on you?" Presia asked with some puzzlement, "And who is the caster? This kind of spirit interference spell... it’s complex, it’s difficult, I can’t think of a second person who could have managed it aside from myself."
After a moment of silence, Aiden spoke: "It was not voluntary."
"Not voluntary? That’s impossible, this isn’t just hypnosis, it’s direct suppression of the consciousness, seizing control of the body. A person has home-field advantage in their own spirit world, even in an undefended dream, they could only be hypnotized, not directly manipulated. If I wanted to take control of someone else’s body, I would have to drive their spirit out and host it with my own body..." Presia trailed off, suddenly realizing something, "Wait, who exactly is the caster!?"
She realized that defying the subject’s volition to directly suppress another’s consciousness to control their body, this method of pure power overreach is beyond the capabilities of black magic, it has to be the authority of the Throne of Spirit!
"You probably have a good idea," Aiden said, gazing intently at Presia. "That’s why I hope you’ve checked thoroughly enough, so there is no potential threat left behind." freeweɓnovel.cøm
Presia narrowed her eyes and watched Aiden for a while. Aiden’s face was expressionless, and Presia realized he wasn’t going to tell her directly.
She sighed, "You don’t need to worry too much about this. Even if additional manipulations were made, to hide them this well, they could only leave behind fragments of spirit with minimal information, which cannot contend for control of the body with the original owner’s consciousness, not even to spy."
"Alright, as long as there’s no problem," Aiden said, but he wasn’t completely reassured in his mind.
The "Goddess of Love" once used authority transfer to let the spirit fragments left in the nameless witch rapidly erode the host’s consciousness. Melissa and Melifilia had mentioned that this effect requires the powers of "wisdom" and "desire" to work together. The authority level of the Wordless Code should be above the "wisdom" authority wielded by Melissa, logically, Veronica should be alright now.
Of course, that’s assuming the two conspiring goddesses aren’t deceiving.
But he also knew it was pointless to worry; in theory, Melissa could at any moment use her powers again on anyone close to him, and he could not prevent it. If this goddess truly disliked her game being spoiled by others, she probably wouldn’t preemptively do such a thing; if she was going to, she would have done it to him long before.
"However, there is one thing that might be better to confirm," Presia suddenly brought up another point.
"What is it?" Veronica asked.
"During the mental probing, I noticed that your consciousness has an unusually high level of attention towards someone. Although, for now, I can’t see any traces of tampering, it’s a different story if it’s a type of power that can manipulate ’desires’. Just to be safe, I should ask if you happen to have feelings for someone—"
With a loud "bang," Veronica cut off the question with a fierce desk slam and a glare.
"Good, it seems no one has meddled with you." Presia nodded nonchalantly, "Don’t glare at me like that, I have no intention of invading your privacy. It’s like a doctor conducting a physical examination—there’s no need to be concerned..."
Seeing how Veronica’s glare darkened, Presia then turned to Aiden, raising a suggestion, "Warden, could you perhaps work on her mindset when you have time? I fear she might silence me tomorrow."
"Talking less would be safer than anything you could do." Aiden glanced at Veronica. "Now that the matter is settled, I won’t disturb your thesis writing any longer, Veronica. It’s time for us to get back to our posts."
"Wait a moment, Warden, you’re really not planning to share even a bit with me?" Presia called out to Aiden.
Aiden turned his head, thought for a moment, then answered, "There are things I must keep confidential in my position. Even if you knew, you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. If you are truly curious, just serve your sentence diligently and keep following me for the time being. You might get a chance to learn more in the future. But I must warn you, knowing doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a good thing. That’s the most honest I can be."
Presia came here in pursuit of the power held by the Throne of Spirit, searching for the conspiracy of the goddess worshipped by the Blood Moon Cult in the Autonomy State. The Blood Moon Cult was annihilated by the Heretical Inquisition, and she sought the connection within.
After a moment of silence, Presia laughed, "Alright, to tell the truth, I actually detest men, but as Daili said, Warden, you are indeed quite interesting. The things I’ve encountered here are not less than when I was a witch. I will continue to follow you diligently during my time in prison; it should not be boring."
"That would be best," Aiden nodded.
Presia hadn’t been here long, and it was Aiden himself who had brought her back. Among the three convicts who had "signed" with him, she was the one with the most distant relationship with him.
If it weren’t for Daili being by her side, Aiden would sometimes genuinely worry about when this witch might stage a rebellion.
Having said this, Presia suddenly noticed Veronica’s gaze and waved her hand dismissively, "Please, be at ease."
"Did you do that on purpose?" Veronica’s eye twitched.
"Warden, could you work on her mindset? I’m afraid she might come after me later," Presia turned to Aiden again.
"Say a few more words, and I’m not sure I could even protect you," Aiden said before he pushed the door and left.
