The warden who guards the witches

After experiencing the spiritual pollution of the Word of God and then releasing it himself, Aiden truly experienced the horror of the power of God.

From the effect, the Word of God he used was not very powerful, but it did have a bug that surpassed ordinary magic and changed concepts. If we extrapolate this to the scale of Melifilia's power, it would be unimaginable.

Can such an existence really be sealed by human-made containment measures alone?

If Melifilia was just pretending to be contained and could actually move freely at any time, then not to mention the Rose Iron Prison built above, the entire Silver City and even most of the continent might be in danger.

Originally, after learning that he had divinity, he wanted to confirm it with Melifilia, but considering this, he subconsciously put this idea aside for the time being.

"You've been monitoring her for almost five years. It's a bit too late to realize this problem now, isn't it?" Harold frowned, and cast an angry look at the dull student. "Admittedly, if she didn't cooperate voluntarily, we would never be able to contain her, but our containment measures are theoretically effective for her."

"Can those nails really seal her power?"

"First of all, don't underestimate those holy nails. They are ancient relics that seal the divinity." Harold replied calmly.

"Ancient relics?" Aiden was stunned. "I saw in the file that it was commissioned by the Inquisition..."

"What's written in the file is false. That thing was not made. It was seized from the illegal transactions of the Secret Society. The Holy Nail is a relic with divine properties. It has the concept of "fixation" and can even block the flow of water. This concept is also effective for itself. So far, there is no way to extract divinity from this item itself. This thing is an excellent sealing item, but before we caught the "Saint Girl", we never found a suitable object."

"So powerful?" Aiden thought about it. It sounds reliable to use a divine item to seal the gods.

"And..." Harold flicked off the ash again, "Strictly speaking, we didn't seal the god herself, but the human body she used. The Holy Nail only blocked her control over that body."

"I see." Aiden relaxed a little, "Then I feel much more relieved."

Indeed, strictly speaking, Melifilia cannot be equated with the ruler itself. After all, she is just a human body possessed by the ruler. That body is just a tool for the ruler to enter this plane. Judging from the way the Blood Moon Cult summons gods, the ruler's entry into this plane seems to be restricted by some rules.

They may not be able to imprison the ruler himself, but they can still seal the human body used by the ruler. Ants may not bite people to death, but they can bite off the straw that people put into the ant hole to test.

"Don't be too relaxed. Without the Holy Nail, that guy will be able to manipulate his body and use the Word of God at will..." Harold warned unhappily, but he suddenly stopped halfway.

"What's wrong?" Aiden noticed the other party's unnatural pause.

"Someone is coming." Harold made a gesture and said in a deep voice, "Be quiet."

Aiden closed his mouth with understanding. What they just talked about was a secret that even the superior judge might not know. Harold told him only because he had learned about the information about the divine words from yesterday's accident.

He turned his head and looked at the glass on the wall. The wall of Harold's office was equipped with the kind of one-way glass commonly used in interrogation rooms, but the direction was different from that of the interrogation room. The situation inside the room could not be seen clearly from the outside, but from the inside, a figure standing by the door could be seen.

When Aiden saw the person standing by the door, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment-it was Rebecca.

The door was knocked immediately, and Harold gestured to the door with the cigar between his fingers, indicating Aiden to go and open the door. In order to prevent someone from suddenly breaking into the room when they were talking about secrets, he locked the door when he closed it before.

"A guest actually opened the door..."

"You are close to the door, go quickly!" Harold urged.

Aiden got up helplessly and opened the door.

"Aiden? What's wrong with you..." Rebecca, who was standing outside the door, opened her eyes wide when she saw him, but then nodded with a look of sudden enlightenment, "Ah, you are here to deliver that thing, right?"

"It has been handed over to the director. You came here specifically for this, right?" Aiden made way and gestured to Harold, "Do you want to see it?"

"Director, that..." Rebecca walked into the office a little stiffly and saluted Harold.

"I heard about it from that brat. I heard that you have some impression of this thing?" Harold picked up the pendant and shook it, then threw it to Rebecca casually, "Let me show you, is there any clue to regain your memory?"

Rebecca quickly took it with both hands, took a closer look, and was stunned on the spot: "Why... did it become like this!?"

"Ask him." Harold quickly threw the blame to Aiden.

Rebecca turned her head to look at Aiden. Somehow, Aiden could vaguely read some resentment in her eyes.

"During the investigation, there was a little accident." Aiden spread his hands, "But it didn't have much impact on the appearance. Do you remember anything?"

Rebecca is still on leave and has no authority as a superior judge. If Harold doesn't tell her, Aiden will not tell her that he sneaked into the witch gathering yesterday.

Rebecca glanced at the pendant in her hand, shook her head, and returned the pendant to Harold: "I can only vaguely remember that Precia seemed to be wearing this thing, but I can't remember anything else."

Aiden was a little surprised by her reaction. When Rebecca saw the pendant yesterday, she was quite persistent and seemed to be able to feel very obvious memory clues. But now that the thing is in her hands, she just glanced at it and threw it away.

"This thing is the foreign object that Precia swallowed and took out." Aiden asked, "Do you really have no impression at all?"

"This... I really can't remember. If I could remember, I would have told you a long time ago." Rebecca shook her head.

"Then it seems that you have come here in vain today." Harold said.

"No, Director, I came here today to discuss another matter with you." Rebecca looked at Harold seriously.

"What?"

"Please approve my transfer from the Inquisition. I want to be like him..." Rebecca said, glancing at Aiden, "I want to work in the Rose Prison."

Aiden, who was holding the teacup, shook his hand again like last time, and almost spilled the tea.