Chapter 113:

Holy Nails

Having personally skilled the psychological contamination of the divine language after which releasing it himself, Aiden really felt the phobia of divine energy.

From the consequences, the divine language he used wasn’t significantly highly effective, but it surely did certainly possess the flexibility to transcend regular magic and alter ideas in a buggy method. Extrapolating this to the dimensions of Mephilia energy, it was merely unimaginable.

Might such a being actually be sealed solely by containment measures created by people?

If Mephilia was simply pretending to be contained and will really transfer freely at any time, to not point out the Rose Jail constructed above her, the whole Silver Metropolis and even half of the continent might be in danger.

Initially, upon studying the very fact of his personal divinity, he had some inclination to substantiate with Mephilia, however contemplating this, he instinctively put aside that thought for now.

“You’ve got been personally monitoring her for practically 5 years, and solely now do you notice this problem? Is not it a bit late?” Harold furrowed his forehead, casting a stare upon his obtuse scholar, expressing a mixture of anger and dissatisfaction. “Certainly, with out her voluntary cooperation, we’d by no means have been in a position to comprise her, however theoretically, our containment measures are efficient towards her.”

“Do these few nails actually seal her energy?”

“Firstly, don’t underestimate these holy nails; they’re historical relics containing divinity,” Harold replied calmly.

“Historic relics?” Aiden was greatly surprised. “However the data clearly state that they had been commissioned by the Inquisition…”

“The data are false; these gadgets weren’t crafted however had been seized from illicit trades of the Esoteric Society previously. The holy nails are relics imbued with divinity, possessing the idea of ‘fixation’ so robust that even water stream will be interrupted. This idea is efficient even towards itself, and up to now, there hasn’t been any technique to extract divinity from the artifact itself. It is a superb sealing instrument, however till we captured the ‘Saintess,’ we by no means discovered an appropriate topic.”

“So highly effective?” Aiden contemplated, the concept of utilizing divine gadgets to seal a deity sounding considerably believable.

“Furthermore…” Harold flicked some ash, “Strictly talking, what we’re sealing is just not the deity itself however merely the human physique she inhabits. The holy nails merely block her management over that physique.”

“I see.” Aiden relaxed barely. “That places my thoughts comfy.”

“I heard in regards to the scenario from that smelly brat. Heard you had some impression of this factor?” Harold picked up the pendant, gave it a shake, and casually tossed it to Rebecca. “Have a look, see if it triggers any recollections.”

Rebecca shortly caught it with each palms, took a more in-depth look, and froze on the spot. “How… did it change like this!?”

“Ask him,” Harold shortly shifted the blame to Aiden.

Rebecca turned to take a look at Aiden, and someway, Aiden might faintly sense a touch of resentment in her eyes.

“Throughout the investigation, there was a little bit of an accident,” Aiden shrugged, “but it surely did not have a lot affect on the looks. Have you ever remembered something?”

Rebecca is presently on suspension for restoration and doesn’t maintain the authority of a senior inquisitor. Harold did not point out it, so Aiden would not open up to her about his infiltration of the witch gathering yesterday.

Rebecca glanced on the pendant in her hand, shook her head, and returned it to Harold. “I can vaguely recall Priscilla sporting this factor, however I am unable to keep in mind anything.”

Aiden was considerably stunned by her response. Yesterday, Rebecca had appeared fairly fixated upon seeing the pendant, showing to sense very clear reminiscence cues. But now that she had it in her palms, she solely glanced at it briefly earlier than dismissing it.

“This merchandise was extracted from Priscilla after she swallowed it. Do you actually haven’t any recollection in any respect?” Aiden inquired.

“I actually cannot keep in mind. If I might, I’d have stated so by now,” Rebecca shook her head.

“Appears to be like such as you made a visit for nothing at the moment,” Harold remarked.

“No, Director, I got here at the moment to debate one other matter with you,” Rebecca checked out Harold.

“What’s it?”

“I request your approval to switch from the Inquisition Bureau. I need to work on the Rose Jail like him…” Rebecca glanced at Aiden as she spoke.

Startled, Aiden hand who was holding a teacup, trembled barely and nearly spilled the tea, identical to final time.