The Warden of The Witches - Chapter 156:

Small Gift

“Qimora … What are you really thinking?” Priscilla gazed at the abrupt appearance of Qimora, her face filled with surprise.

However, Qimora merely glanced at her, smiled, then immediately shifted his gaze back to Aiden with interest. “Did you Just testing my abilities? What if you had really hurt me just now?”

“I am the warden here, shooting an intruder is both normal and reasonable. Plus, I knew you would be fine,” Aiden calmly lied, pausing for a moment before turning to Qimora. “It’s the power of ‘Void,’ isn’t it?”

When he first saw Qimora, he was actually a bit startled, but after a brief moment of consideration, he decided to take preemptive action by shooting first. In a prison environment where encountering suspected jailbreakers was not uncommon, he had every reason to shoot and directly kill the enemy.

If the other party was there to kill him and had abilities surpassing his own, striking first was his only advantage.

If the shooting didn’t work, he could play it off as just a test, and if the opponent wasn’t there to kill him and could easily withstand the gunshot, they likely wouldn’t get angry.

“You figured it out at a glance?” Qimora smiled. “Just like Priscilla said, you are quite knowledgeable.”

Bingo…, it truly was the divine language of “Void,” Aiden thought.

This was the core area, covered by a sealing magic barrier. Without his permission and unless someone temporarily exceeded the ordinary person’s magical limit by consuming precious magical Potion, it was impossible to use dark magic here.

Even if one could use dark magic, infiltrating this prison unnoticed was still very difficult.

The opponent identified themselves as Qimora – one of the three powerful witches who could use divine language, so she most likely infiltrating the prison through the power of divine language.

Mephilia had mentioned to Aiden about the information regarding the “Void” authority. The moment Aiden saw Qimora, he felt that the description completely matched mephilia’s account.

Using the divine language of “Void,” one could completely erase their presence – their form, voice, even scent would not be detected by anyone, making it indeed not difficult to sneak into this prison.

However, just now, the bullet passing directly through her body without any interference made it seem unlikely that it was the effect of the same divine language. Normally, from the moment Qimora voluntarily appeared in front of him, the effect of the divine language should have temporarily disappeared.

Aiden speculated that this was likely another authority under the “Void” power – in other words, Qimora probably wielded more than one divine words.

“Using the ‘Void’ authority can really be troublesome sometimes. No matter how outstandingly I dress, no one is willing to spare me a second glance,” Qimora lamented as she straightened the creases on her sleeve.

“Enough with the nonsense. What is your purpose here?” Aiden stared at Qimora and asked, “After all that talk and no action, you’re not here to clean up after Vera’s failed mission, are you?”

Although he maintained a calm facade, he was quite nervous inside.

The other party was likely closer to the “authority” than himself and perhaps even held one or two other divine words – although it’s not entirely unbeatable, as he himself was a wielder of divine language and knew well that despite its potency, the abilities it conferred on mortals had limitations, especially in his prison, which was his domain.

However, facing an adversary of this caliber without any harm was proving to be quite challenging.

Fortunately, Qimora softened her smile and said, “Of course not. To be precise, I should say I’m here to clean up after everything Vera did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Aiden Galord, I have been entrusted by the ‘Apex Witch’ Abigail to come here and convey the current position of the Witch gathering to you,” Qimora’s tone carried a hint of seriousness. “We apologize for Vera’s unauthorized attack on you and hope that you will overlook her actions.”

Upon hearing this, Aiden was somewhat surprised.

“So, does this mean… a ceasefire?” he squinted skeptically.

“Well, technically speaking, we never really declared war in the first place. Vera’s actions against you were entirely her own doing,” Qimora shrugged. “You’ve ‘attended’ our gathering; so you should have noticed that not all of us are so friendly.”

“True,” Aiden agreed. “So, does it mean you have no objections to my infiltration of the meeting? I assume Abigail didn’t ‘teach’ me divine language with the intention of truly educating me, right?”

The imparting of divine language can cause significant mental contamination in ordinary individuals. It was evident that Abigail had used the divine language on him for this purpose, implying that at least at that moment, Abigail had intended to kill him.

Abigail’s attitude was currently Aiden’s primary concern. As the organizer of the Witch gathering, Abigail’s stance could to some extent determine the direction of the gathering.

“That was just a little joke; that’s how Abigail is. She didn’t actually pay much attention to it at the time,” Qimora said with an easy smile.

“That’s indeed quite magnanimous,” Aiden nodded.

“But we never expected you to be a wielder of divine language as well,” Qimora said, glancing at the mercury sphere nonchalantly nibbling on scrap metal in the corner. “Even Vera’s mercury golem was defeated.”

“Are you planning to take this thing back?” Aiden asked.

Honestly, he wasn’t keen on returning the mercury sphere. Firstly, this object could infiltrate the prison through the sewer system, posing a significant threat to him personally. Secondly, he wasn’t eager to part with such a good toy, and he hadn’t yet received compensation for the damaged walls and pipes caused by the mercury golem.

“No, consider this toy a small gift to you, as it has caused some damage here. We hope you’ll let it go and, of course, show a bit of corresponding goodwill,” Qimora smiled.

“If you said earlier that Vera’s attack on me was her personal action, can we trust your words now?” Aiden was still somewhat concerned and sought confirmation from the other party, “What if she strikes again?”

“That’s all the more reason to leave this thing here. As you’ve heard from Priscilla, the one who gave it life is Abigail, not Vera. And Vera lost the precious gift from Abigail to her, so naturally, she must bear the corresponding responsibility. Rest assured, she will listen to us,” Qimora assured him.