The warden who guards the witches

Someone is staring at me - this was Qiqimora's first feeling.

She vaguely felt a pair of invisible strange eyes opening above her head, looking directly into the depths of her consciousness. This feeling of being spied on made her feel terrified.

This sight... came from a will that was much stronger than hers!

With just a little force, she could pinch the housekeeper's heart tightly to stop the heartbeat, but now she didn't dare to use any force on a finger, because she instinctively felt that if she did that, something bad would happen.

Then, that will "spoke" in the depths of her consciousness: "Serve me as your Lord, worship me..."

The voice was as light as a whisper, but Qiqimora felt that it carried an indescribable deterrent force.

After just a moment of thinking, she chose to pull her hand back - she could only maintain this "telekinesis" black magic for a few seconds. If her hand was still in the state of penetrating objects when the spell took effect, there was a risk of her hand being cut off.

However, she chose to give up the attack, mainly because she felt that it was not a wise choice to insist on confronting that will.

"Ugh...ah!" The housekeeper fell on his back, holding his chest and gasping for breath.

Qiqimora moved away from him, hiding his figure in the white mist, and at the same time chanted the word of "nothingness" softly, using the power of "concealment" on herself.

She must make herself disappear from this world and escape from the gaze of that will!

At the same time, in Abigail's summoning space, the picture in the crystal ball suddenly blurred and then interrupted.

Then after a long time, Qiqimora's voice came out again from the crystal ball.

"Finally escaped..." Qiqimora said with lingering fear.

Now Qiqimora finally felt that the feeling of being peeped into the depths of her consciousness had gone away, but rather than saying that the powerful will could not find her, it was better to say that it had lost interest in this side.

Aiden and Abigail looked at each other and then looked at the crystal ball.

They didn't know what happened. From their perspective, they only saw that Qiqimora stopped attacking without warning, released the housekeeper, and hid himself with the word of God.

"What's wrong with you?" Abigail spoke first. "You can spit out the meat you have eaten. This is really not like you at all."

Aiden also frowned in confusion. Qiqimora was extremely eager for divinity, so she would seize this opportunity to kill people without authorization. If there was no accident, she would not stop easily.

Qiqimora hesitated for a moment and repeated what happened to her just now.

The summoning space fell into silence for a while, and Abigail put down the fork in her hand.

"It sounds like some kind of mental hypnosis." Abigail pondered.

"Psychological black magic?" Aiden asked, "It shouldn't be?"

Qiqimora's intermediate "overhead" divine words can override invisible things. If it is just black magic, she can directly make it invalid. There is no need to run away suddenly like she was scared.

"It's the power of authority, but the butler didn't say the words of God at all." Abigail analyzed, "and if he had such words of God, he wouldn't be pinched by Qiqimora like this."

"Someone must have used power on him, and that person is very close to the authority!" Qiqimora said calmly, very confidently, "I can feel how strong that will is... that kind of oppression..."

"After all, only beings above saints can attach part of their power to their "believers." Abigail analyzed.

Aiden knew this. Saints and rulers can distribute power to others, just like Abigail gave him the power of resurrection, the ancestor gave Kyle the power of immortality, and the god of death can give power to the agent... The difference is that the power of the saint can basically only benefit one person, while the ruler can have multiple "believers" who receive the grace.

It seems that there is a saint above the existence, leaving a safety on the butler. When someone endangers the butler's life, this safety will begin to erode the consciousness of the murderer.

Moreover, it is the authority of the spiritual throne...

Thinking of this, Aiden felt a chill creeping up his spine little by little.

No way... He had already vaguely realized what was going on.

"It turns out that there is really a saint or ruler behind the Smiling Balance..." Qiqimora pondered.

"Based on the resources collected by the Smiling Balance, it is not surprising that the core controller is a saint or a ruler. The butler cannot be killed for the time being, so the Smiling Balance will let him handle the aftermath. Your Excellency thinks so too..." Abigail said and looked at Aiden, "Hmm? Your Excellency, you look very solemn. Are you angry with Qiqimora?"

Aiden was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had a dark face.

"Why am I angry?" Aiden let out a long breath from his nose, "This is not the first time I have experienced your style."

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"..."

Abigail and Qiqimora fell silent at the same time.

It was the same when they attacked the Cult of the Mother Goddess of Plenty together with the Witch Assembly. These witches were typical egoists who would always take actions on their own for their own benefit. Although Aiden considered himself to be quite selfish in this regard, at least he had a bottom line in abiding by the rules.

It is really just a relationship of interest. When the interests are completely consistent, the witches' gathering is a trustworthy companion. When the interests diverge... God knows what these witches will do.

The trust relationship is questionable. Can they really be used to get out of the current situation? Aiden couldn't help but doubt it.

"I was wrong, warden..." Qiqimora admitted in a low voice.

"You dare to do it next time." Aiden continued expressionlessly, "Okay, everyone is an egoist, I am not surprised at all that you did this. Let's put the housekeeper's matter aside for now. You just... weren't seen?"

"Don't worry, it's not exposed. He didn't see my true body, and his memory should disappear soon." After the incident just now, Qiqimora's tone of voice suddenly became much more respectful.

"What about our original target?"

"I made a short-term spell mark on Joey Lawson's clothes, and I will catch up with him immediately... Please leave it to me." Qiqimora replied.

"Then the plan will proceed as I just said. You continue to follow, and I will go meet the big star again." Aiden said calmly.

"I wish you success." Abigail picked up her fork again.