The Warden of The Witches

Qimora

That evening, Aiden had a meeting room prepared and led the mercury sphere into the room.

The room was located within the core area, and enveloped by a sealing magic barrier, yet the mercury sphere remained energetic here.

Afterwards, Aiden had someone bring Priscilla from the prison cell to this room and personally questioned her for relevant information.

Seeing the mercury undulating in the center of the room, Priscilla sighed inwardly—just as she expected, it had indeed come to this.

She had some understanding of the operation principles of Vera's mercury golem. The golem was a metal imbued with life by the Divine Word, but the method of control still relied on Vera's ancient golem technology, in other words, A black magic, an effect that would be firmly countered by Aiden's Divine Word.

"Let's be direct - you're familiar with this thing, right?" Aiden pointed his thumb at the mercury sphere, which was diligently gnawing on a pile of iron scrap.

"I do. This is Vera's mercury golem," Priscilla answered truthfully. At this point, there was no need to conceal this information.

"You knew Vera had this thing, yet you didn't inform me?" Aiden asked pointedly.

"I didn't expect her to actually use it," Priscilla shrugged, "And even if she did, I don't think she could kill you. Look, you're standing here just fine, aren't you?"

Her first statement was not entirely false. Although Qimora had informed her of this yesterday, Priscilla had genuinely never thought Vera would resort to using such a precious trump card.

"Since we're at this point, let's not hide things from each other anymore..." Aiden gazed into Priscilla's eyes.

Priscilla's heart skipped a beat: Could it be that Aiden already knew about Qimora sneaking into the prison cell yesterday?

It didn't make sense... Qimora infiltrated the prison using the authority of "void," and after she left the cell, the memories of other witnesses, including that succubus, should have been erased.

But what Aiden said next was, "If that person still has any cards up their sleeve, they might as well reveal them all. Although I am quite interested in her inventions, I can't withstand her creations continuously dismantling my prison."

It turned out he was simply asking for information about Vera and the golem—Priscilla breathed a sigh of relief internally and calmly replied, "She has nothing left. Truly nothing. This is Vera's trump card. To my knowledge, she only has one mercury golem."

Aiden pondered this statement for a moment.

Most likely, this was true. Vera couldn't create such a golem solely with her own technology, and she probably didn't have multiple golems like this.

"Who helped Vera create this golem?" Aiden continued to inquire. "I know the transformation of this mercury is the effect of the Divine Word."

"Abigail," Priscilla answered.

Abigail—this time, Aiden's heart skipped a beat.

Abigail helped Vera create the mercury golem. Could it be that Abigail also orchestrated the attack of the mercury golem on the Rose Prison?

If the Witch Queen with "Saint" level had truly set her sights on him, not to mention being trapped in the prison, even if he remained hidden there, safety wouldn't be guaranteed.

But then Priscilla added, "This was a gift from Abigail to vera to show her appreciation for Vera's successful restoration of golem technology. Vera's part was in creating the golem itself, including the material and the method of controlling it."

After hearing this, Aiden breathed a slight sigh of relief. The golem was a gift from Abigail to Vera, meaning that Vera had complete control over its use. The golem's infiltration of the prison for the attack was likely Vera's personal action, and It's not enough to prove that the entire witche gathering had started to act.

"Abigail, does she hold the Divine Word of Life?" Aiden inquired.

"Yeah, you really do understand the Divine Word," Priscilla glanced at the mercury sphere, then back at Aiden. "I mean, are you planning to domesticate it now?"

"Well, although I can't recreate the core for control, I am considering trying to tame it. I've noticed its behavioral patterns are similar to a domesticated animal; I think there's value in taming it," Aiden admitted straightforwardly.

"Typically, people tend to avoid things created by witches, even inquisitor who also wield dark magic..." Priscilla teased Aiden. "You really are quite the odd one."

"I'm someone who harbors a certain curiosity for novel things," Aiden chuckled.

While he said this, the main reason Aiden entertained thoughts of taming the golem was its strikingly advanced technology. The Terminator and liquid metal robots—these "toys" surpassed even the technological level of his previous world.

With the innovative technologies discovered by these witches, given enough time, they might even be able to create large-scale robots akin to those science fiction Gundam.

"With such curiosity, why not become a witch yourself and delve into dark magic research? I can help you get an introduction letter to join the witch gathering and even whip up a potion that can change your gender..." Priscilla smirked.

"I'll pass on that," Aiden waved it off.

"What a shame, the Witch's gathering would have welcomed you," a voice suddenly cut into the room.

Aiden and Priscilla, both present, were momentarily stunned before noticing a third person standing boldly in the center of the room.

Qimora.

Once again, she made a grand entrance: a light purple dress adorned with layers of lotus leaf pleats, a white lace collar tied with a red bow, a silver hairband adorned with pearls atop her head, and despite being indoors, she held a splendid parasol.

Despite her dazzling attire, Aiden strangely didn't find the woman before him particularly striking, he feels an odd sense of forgettable plainness.

Qimora lifted her skirt, gracefully bowed to Aiden, and said, "Greetings, Aiden Galord, a pleasure to meet you, we technically met at Abigail's summoned gathering. I am Qimora..."

Aiden stared at the uninvited guest and silently drew his gun, aiming a shot at her shoulder.

The bullet passed through Qimora's body as if through a non-existent projection, hitting the wall behind her.

Qimora calmly turned to glance at the bullet hole in the wall, then back at Aiden with a smile, "Is this your unique way of greeting around here?"

"Hmph, seems like it's no use after all." Aiden nonchalantly holstered his gun, but inwardly, he was in a state of panic.

Why did it not work?

In the end, the three demon-devouring bullets used today had all failed to hit their targets effectively.