The warden who guards the witches

"You have indeed grown up, I mean..." Melifilia paused deliberately, "in terms of face."

"Thank you." Aiden replied nonchalantly, "What is your reply?"

People are like this, as long as they break through the bottom line, they can be fearless in everything. As long as they take the initiative to lie on the ground, no one will hit their face-especially when facing gods.

After personally experiencing the "game" arranged by Melissa, Aiden fully realized that he had never really become Melifilia's caretaker from beginning to end, but was just a pet dancing in her palm.

He once really felt that he had the responsibility to guard the gods, and he once personally expressed to Melifilia the theory that mortals must monitor gods in order to master the right to survive. In the end, Melifilia actually didn't care about the imprisonment of mortals at all.

But no matter how frustrated he was about this, he couldn't change the reality. He could only face up to the gap between himself and the gods.

The most important thing for him was to always figure out the purpose of Melifilia's insistence on staying in prison.

He had to ask tirelessly, because this was too important to him. The cause and effect of his coming to this world, his current situation, and his future ending were all closely related to the goddess in front of him.

Even if what came out of Melifilia's mouth was a lie, it could be regarded as a key clue for him.

"You are really good at making trouble." Melifilia laughed, "Okay, since you did a good job this time, I will talk to you about the truth."

"Do you want to talk while playing games?" Aiden asked.

"Then let's play this!" Melifilia took out a set of chess sets that were rarely taken out from the toy box.

"Chess?" Aiden frowned slightly, "I can't beat you with this thing."

With Melifilia's calculation ability, Aiden basically couldn't fight back in this kind of game.

"Let's modify the rules. If you can kill all my soldiers, you win." Melifilia said calmly.

"Why?" Aiden was a little confused about this rule.

"The greatest pleasure for me when playing this game is to turn a soldier into a queen." Melifilia smiled, "If you can kill all the soldiers, it means that my greatest pleasure has been cut off, and I will admit defeat directly."

"You are really a typical pleasure prisoner. You can do anything to please yourself." Aiden shook his head, began to place the chess pieces, and then took the first step.

"I told you before that the pursuit of fun is my source of motivation." Melifilia replied, and followed the chess move, "Staying in this prison is just for fun."

"So..." Aiden paused for a moment after picking up the chess piece, "Are you still sticking to the old rhetoric?"

"I will be more specific this time." Melifilia didn't look at the chessboard much, and spent most of the time observing Aiden's face, "First of all, I admit your guess. If you look at it by your standards, Melissa... can indeed be regarded as my clone."

"By my standards? It sounds like your clone is not that simple." Aiden narrowed his eyes.

"Strictly speaking, I didn't lie to you. She can be considered my clone and my believer." Melifilia explained.

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it yourself... I've revealed enough." Melifilia suddenly became mysterious again.

Aiden thought about it and suddenly realized something: "Could she be another person whose mind you have 'assimilated' with your power?"

"Oh, you can even think of this?" Melifilia suddenly stopped moving the chess piece with telekinesis.

"You..." Aiden stared at Melifilia for a while, "Melissa, is she also a ruler?"

"Why do you think so?"

"Simply put yourself in another's shoes. If I want to lock myself up in prison, but I can leave a 'clone' outside, I will at least leave more than half of my power as insurance, although I really can't see through what you think." Aiden said slowly, "You seem to have said before that you have more than just the power of 'wisdom'."

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth." Melifilia sighed, but her face was smiling, "I did, I gave Melissa a power..."

"It's the power of 'desire'." Aiden sighed.

Turning a person into another self, this kind of thing Aiden has seen in the diary of the nameless witch. Abigail once guessed that the god of love Melindahl manipulated the power of "desire" to make the nameless witch's thinking gradually synchronize with her own.

Last time, when Aiden realized that Mr. Bloody took over the power of "hatred" at the instigation of Melifilia, he had already suspected that Melifilia actually controlled the power of "desire".

Although Melifilia denied this, Aiden did not completely believe it.

"Well..." Melifilia said vaguely.

"It seems so." Aiden confirmed it.

If not, Melifilia would definitely deny it directly.

This time, Melifilia did not speak, but just smiled - this should be regarded as tacit consent.

"Then you lied to me after all." Aiden raised his face and stared at the other party and questioned, "The last time I asked you this, you denied it."

"I didn't lie. I just said that 'I' don't have the authority of 'desire'. It's Melissa who holds this authority." Melifilia defended innocently, "Melissa is the ruler of the authority of 'desire'. What does it have to do with me, Melifilia?"

"That's a farfetched argument."

"You can't say that. She and I are indeed two completely different people." Melifilia smiled and moved the chess piece. "Our consciousness and memory are not interoperable. I don't know what she has communicated with you. It's just that we have the same thinking mode after all, and sometimes we can think of the same thing."

"Two controllers of authority, forcibly separating two rulers to act... It's really a headache to think about it." Although the guess was realized, Aiden felt that his mood was getting heavier and heavier. "Since the authority of 'desire' is also yours, you should have an impression of the name Melindahl, right?"

"This is really beyond my expectation." Melifilia showed an approving expression on her face, "You actually know this name..."

"It's really you." Aiden couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"It's not me. Melindahl is just another 'me' whose thoughts I assimilated using the same method in the past." Melifilia smiled, "He is a different person from me."