The Warden of the Witches Chapter 203

 Chapter 203 - I Want to Personally Watch You Get Beaten

"Have you lost your mind from being locked up in prison?" Hasbinis glared at Priscilla and shouted.

If Priscilla reunited with Aiden somewhere nearby, they could still trace him. But if Priscilla decided to return to prison on her own... they couldn't just stroll into the prison to find that man.

"Are you mad about what happened just now? Don't be so petty. If Hasbinis and I hadn't helped, we would have lost people on our side. And as it turned out, we held off the nun," Qimora calmly persuaded Priscilla.

"Mad? How could I be? Honestly, I'm not surprised by what you did," Priscilla waved her hand dismissively.

This was true. Although she was a bit displeased when Qimora lured the priest to them and then escaped, it wasn't enough to harbor any resentment. After all, in the witch gathering, there wasn't much trust between her and the other major witches besides Vera and Dailey.

If the roles were reversed, she might risk rescuing Dailey or Vera if they were in danger. But if it were Hasbinis, with whom she didn't get along well, she might even be a bit glad. As for Lamia and Qimora... when they were dying, Priscilla would likely only consider how to extract the divinity from their bodies.

"Then why do you still listen to him?" Hasbinis was puzzled.

"Right now, he's forcing me to share some of my senses with him using a mental spell. If I cut off the connection or make any sudden moves, he will activate the demonic contract and kill me. If you try to help me break the contract, he will immediately act, so please, don't do anything unnecessary," Priscilla explained.

This type of magic is an advanced version of the familiar surveillance spell, allowing temporary remote sensory sharing between individuals. Only someone like Priscilla, who was skilled in mental magic, could use such a unique spell.

"So, he can see us and hear our conversation right now?" Hasbinis was stunned.

"Not just now. He's been able to see what's happening here since I arrived," Priscilla spread her hands in front of the other witches. "He said, 'I want to personally watch those bastard get beaten.'"

"Fuck you, you little brat!!" Hasbinis immediately flew into a rage and shouted at Priscilla.

"Don't take it out on me," Priscilla frowned.

"Well, he can hear it anyway!" Hasbinis retorted irritably. "Are you really just going to let him order you around like this?"

"It's not so bad. He promised to reduce my sentence to less than ten years and share some of the divinity with me," Priscilla replied calmly.

"Do you really trust him that much?" Hasbinis gave her a sideways glance.

"If I had to choose, he's at least more trustworthy for a deal than you guys," Priscilla responded steadily. "Besides, he's accumulated so much divinity now, I don't want to easily offend someone like that."

Lamia and Qimora exchanged glances. The warden wasn't giving Priscilla free rein but had put in place some safeguards.

The spoils of victory falling into Aiden Galord hands was something they could no longer prevent.

........

At this moment, in the underground of a civilian house in a deserted village, Aiden smiled.

Things were progressing smoothly with Priscilla, and seeing the witches being humiliated put him in a good mood.

He temporarily redirected his attention back to his own "spoils of war" in front of him.

The mercury golem had transformed into an iron coffin about the height of a person, containing a young girl. The iron coffin encased her tightly, leaving only her seemingly sleeping face exposed.

He turned his head and glanced at the "Priscilla" behind him—though, of course, the person occupying this body now was actually Father Bales.

Having lost the resilient body of the chimera and with his divinity transferred to Aiden, Bales was no longer a significant threat.

Aiden couldn't help but recall their conversation when the priest had led him to find this heir.

"Does this girl really have no self-awareness?" Aiden had asked, looking at the girl lying in the basement like a vegetative patient, finding it hard to believe.

"None. This body retains only the instinct for survival, with no intelligence. This is the result deliberately chosen by my mother using the power of 'evolution,'" Father Bales had answered.

Led by Father Bales, they had found the true heir of Sister Nawei in the basement of a private house, deeply hidden by the cult.

Aiden had assumed that the heir would have some combat abilities and was prepared for a fight. However, the priest informed him that the true heir posed no threat.

The heir left by Sister Nawei was merely a puppet without any cognitive abilities, even less capable than the combat nuns fully controlled by the mother entity. After killing the combat nuns guarding the basement, they easily took control of the heir.

"Why make her like this?" Aiden was puzzled.

"Because very few chosen by mother willingly accept the inheritance," Father Bales explained calmly. "Accepting it means erasing one's own consciousness completely, replacing it with mother's will. That woman is obsessed with power, willing to do anything to restore her kingdom and become a ruler. No child would willingly make such a sacrifice for her. So, in the end, mother created this puppet and hid it as her backup body."

"You really want her dead, don't you?" Aiden sensed a hint of bitterness in the priest's words.

"Of course. Even though I wasn't deemed worthy to be an heir, my life was still used as a tool for her restoration plans," Father Bales said indifferently. "We were all compelled by the bloodline's call, but some who mixed with other bloodlines gained more autonomy. They tried to escape or resist in futile ways, and they were all killed."

"She 'bred' so many offspring, yet had no love for her children at all," Aiden commented.

It was precisely this cold-blooded use of her children as tools by Sister Nawei—or rather, Queen Reiss —that sparked Father Bales' rebellion and gave Aiden the opportunity to kill her.

"Her relentless pursuit of divine authority naturally led her to disregard human morality. Gods do not adhere to human rules," Father Bales had said at the time.

...

Now, the heir wrapped in the iron coffin suddenly opened her eyes—not with a vacant stare, but with a flash of surprise and hostility upon seeing Aiden.

The inheritance was complete.

"Been waiting for you, Sister Nawei..." Aiden smiled and gave a polite greeting, "Or should I address you as Your Majesty, the Queen?"