Chapter 113:

Chapter 113:

Holy Nails

Having personally experienced the mental contamination of the divine language and then releasing it himself, Aiden truly felt the terror of divine power.

From the effects, the divine language he used wasn't particularly powerful, but it did indeed possess the ability to transcend normal magic and alter concepts in a buggy manner. Extrapolating this to the scale of Mephilia power, it was simply unimaginable.

Could such a being really be sealed solely by containment measures created by humans?

If Mephilia was just pretending to be contained and could actually move freely at any time, not to mention the Rose Prison built above her, the entire Silver City and even half of the continent could be at risk.

Originally, upon learning the fact of his own divinity, he had some inclination to confirm with Mephilia, but considering this, he instinctively set aside that thought for now.

"You've been personally monitoring her for nearly five years, and only now do you realize this issue? Isn't it a bit late?" Harold furrowed his brow, casting a gaze at his obtuse student, expressing a mix of anger and dissatisfaction. "Indeed, without her voluntary cooperation, we would never have been able to contain her, but theoretically, our containment measures are effective against her."

"Do those few nails really seal her power?"

"Firstly, do not underestimate those holy nails; they are ancient relics containing divinity," Harold replied calmly.

"Ancient relics?" Aiden was taken aback. "But the records clearly state that they were commissioned by the Inquisition..."

"The records are false; those items weren't crafted but were seized from illicit trades of the Esoteric Society in the past. The holy nails are relics imbued with divinity, possessing the concept of 'fixation' so strong that even water flow can be interrupted. This concept is effective even against itself, and to date, there hasn't been any method to extract divinity from the artifact itself. It's an excellent sealing tool, but until we captured the 'Saintess,' we never found a suitable subject."

"So powerful?" Aiden pondered, the idea of using divine items to seal a deity sounding somewhat plausible.

"Moreover..." Harold flicked some ash, "Strictly speaking, what we are sealing is not the deity itself but merely the human body she inhabits. The holy nails simply block her control over that body."

"I see." Aiden relaxed slightly. "That puts my mind at ease."

"I heard about the situation from that smelly brat. Heard you had some impression of this thing?" Harold picked up the pendant, gave it a shake, and casually tossed it to Rebecca. "Take a look, see if it triggers any memories."

Rebecca quickly caught it with both hands, took a closer look, and froze on the spot. "How... did it change like this!?"

"Ask him," Harold quickly shifted the blame to Aiden.

Rebecca turned to look at Aiden, and somehow, Aiden could faintly sense a hint of resentment in her eyes.

"During the investigation, there was a bit of an accident," Aiden shrugged, "but it didn't have much impact on the appearance. Have you remembered anything?"

Rebecca is currently on suspension for recovery and does not hold the authority of a senior inquisitor. Harold didn't mention it, so Aiden wouldn't disclose to her about his infiltration of the witch gathering yesterday.

Rebecca glanced at the pendant in her hand, shook her head, and returned it to Harold. "I can vaguely recall Priscilla wearing this thing, but I can't remember anything else."

Aiden was somewhat surprised by her reaction. Yesterday, Rebecca had seemed quite fixated upon seeing the pendant, appearing to sense very clear memory cues. Yet now that she had it in her hands, she only glanced at it briefly before dismissing it.

"This item was extracted from Priscilla after she swallowed it. Do you really have no recollection at all?" Aiden inquired.

"I really can't remember. If I could, I would have said so by now," Rebecca shook her head.

"Looks like you made a trip for nothing today," Harold remarked.

"No, Director, I came today to discuss another matter with you," Rebecca looked at Harold.

"What is it?"

"I request your approval to transfer from the Inquisition Bureau. I want to work at the Rose Prison like him..." Rebecca glanced at Aiden as she spoke.

Startled, Aiden hand who was holding a teacup, trembled slightly and almost spilled the tea, just like last time.