The warden who guards the witches

The next day, the Inquisition Bureau, the director's office.

"...This is roughly what happened. Thanks to you, I stayed in jail all night yesterday and only found time to come here in the morning."

Aiden sat in the guest seat leisurely and told Director Harold what happened last night.

"There is actually a more secretive core organization hidden in the Witches' Coven. You really brought big news. But..." Harold held his cigar in his mouth and looked thoughtfully at the black crystal pendant in his hand. , then slowly moved his gaze to Aiden, "Is it my imagination? Why do I feel that your attitude today seems to be much more arrogant than usual?"

"No." Aiden spread his hands innocently, "I am such a humble and reserved person..."

"Then get your feet off my coffee table!" Harold glared at me fiercely, "Those are not your kid's footrests!"

"Oh, my director, isn't this because the coffee table is too empty? Look, you didn't even get a cup of tea." Aiden put his feet down leisurely and said thoughtfully, "Look, you took care of the troublesome things. You put all the blame on your former subordinates, but something unexpected happened. After your former subordinates wiped your butts, you are still so mean to your former subordinates. It’s hard for you to convince the public. "

A vein burst out in Harold's forehead, but he still endured it. He walked over to open the door and called an administrative staff member: "Adrian!"

"What's the matter, Director?"

"Excuse me, please give this idiot over here a cup of coffee!" Harold gestured towards Aiden.

"I want black tea!" Aiden smiled and raised his hand to correct.

When he came to see Harold today, he was indeed much tougher than usual.

It should have been the duty of the Inquisition to investigate the evidence of the great witch that Precia swallowed. However, after judging that Precia, who had completely lost her memory, had no interrogation value, the Inquisition easily took the unwell Precia away. It was pushed to Rose Iron Prison in advance.

To a certain extent, this should be regarded as the Rose Iron Prison wiping the butt of the Heretic Inquisition, solving a difficult situation that could have been solved by higher-risk surgery, obtaining key evidence, and completing part of the investigation incidentally.

He came to see Harold not only to hand over evidence and relay information, but also to take the opportunity to complain - after working hard for nearly a day and night, he felt that he still had some confidence.

After the black tea was served, Harold locked the door again and returned to his seat.

"I have nothing to say about pushing Precia to you in advance. It was my negligence. But this..." Harold shook the pendant towards Aiden with a dissatisfied look on his face. "Isn't this already taken? Are you completely screwed?"

A crack appeared on the surface of the black crystal pendant, and the gray mist sealed inside had disappeared. Obviously, this "Great Witch's Voucher" has completely lost its properties as a magic tool. It seems that Abigail, as the producer, directly activated some kind of automatic weapon after discovering that Precia's voucher fell into the hands of others. Destroy function.

In other words, this evidence has become obsolete to a certain extent.

"It's my fault for going too far. If it weren't for your negligence, this thing would never have been in my hands. And if I have to evaluate myself, what I did yesterday couldn't have been better. If it were someone else. , I guess he might not even be able to save his life." Aiden spread his hands and argued, "That divine word can really drive people crazy. Although it sounds a bit false, I swear that what I said is true. of."

The information he told Harold about the Word of God was indeed true, but not all of it.

He only hid the fact that he actually made the divine words take effect when he spoke them, because this matter was probably related to his secret as a time traveler summoned by Melifilia.

Although the heresy trial in this world is completely different from the heresy trial in his previous life, it is not such an enlightened organization. Without being sure how he will be treated, he will not easily reveal this to the head of the heresy trial. Secret.

He was just a little worried that Harold might not believe in the power of the Word of God. Just one sentence could ignore the limitations of black magic and drive a person to a mental breakdown. It would be hard to believe it without experiencing it personally.

However, after flicking the ashes from his cigarette, Harold just replied lightly: "Well, I actually know the existence of the Word of God. You don't need to emphasize it to me."

"You... know?" Aiden was stunned for a moment.

"Don't underestimate the confidential files kept by the Inquisition." Harold puffed on his cigar and said slowly, "We just don't know that the Witches' Coven also possesses the Word of God..."

"But I've never heard of--"

"Of course it's because you didn't have enough authority before, idiot!" Harold cursed impatiently.

"Don't the superior judges have the authority to view all files?"

"It is a file that can view all existing entries. Of course, the most confidential file will not even let you know its existence. If you can be in my position, you will understand." Harold replied angrily, "You Have you forgotten what we gave you to take care of before?"

"Indeed!" Aiden said in awe.

The Heresy Bureau of Silver City had destroyed the Blood Moon Order, and even captured the god Melifilia. There was no reason why the information about the Dominator was so poor.

"The ruler is such a powerful creature." Harold shook his head. "If you hadn't persuaded that guy, the Inquisition would not have been able to contain that monster even if there was a river of blood..."

"..." This time Aiden didn't reply, just drank tea.

Melifilia was actually voluntarily contained by the Inquisition... To be precise, she was persuaded by Aiden, the predecessor who led the team to destroy the Blood Moon Cult's base, to accept the containment.

One of the conditions for Melifilia to accept the containment was to force Aiden, the predecessor, to keep their conversation completely secret.

Then, after Aiden came to this world, he did not inherit this memory.

To this day, the Inquisition still believes that Aiden can't tell the conversation at that time, but in fact, Aiden has lost that memory now.

What they said at the beginning and why Melifilia voluntarily accepted the containment became a secret known only to Melifilia herself after the death of Aiden, the predecessor.

It was hard for Aiden to imagine why a powerful ruler would accept being treated like this by humans who he regarded as ants, and even had their freedom taken away. No, in the final analysis…

“By the way, did we really succeed in taking her in?” Aiden put down his teacup and looked at Harold and asked seriously.