The Warden of The Witches - Chapter 158:

Abigail’s Instructions

One hour ago.

Within the summoning space shrouded in gray mist, across the long table adorned with pumpkin lanterns, Abigail sat opposite Qimora.

“It has been confirmed. Aiden Galord is the wielder of the Divine Word. He used his ‘Order’ authority to erase Vera’s golem core, and claiming the Mercury Golem for himself.”

“Wasn’t it the ‘teaching’ I imparted to him, did he learn it at that moment?” Abigail inquired.

“According to Dailey account, that seems to be the case. However, Priscilla information suggests he holds knowledge of other ‘Throne’ abilities,” Qimora stated. “Moreover, the source of his divinity remains a mystery.”

“Is there someone behind him?” Abigail promptly drew a conclusion.

“That possibility is the most likely,” Qimora agreed.

“Did anything turn up in that prison?” Abigail asked.

“Not really, but there was something else intriguing…” Qimora recollected. “In the prison cafeteria, some individuals use utensils that resemble two sticks to eat.”

“Oh?” Abigail seemed intrigued. “Tell me more about it.”

Qimora was somewhat surprised by Abigail’s interest, as she had not paid much attention to this detail initially and had merely mentioned it in passing.

Since Abigail asked, Qimora responded truthfully: “According to what Dailey and the others said, it seems to be a practice initiated by Aiden Galord himself within the prison. The cafeteria there also offers some very unique dishes, some of which are more convenient to eat with these utensils.”

“…” Abigail fell silent after hearing this.

“What do you know?” Qimora asked curiously.

“Eating with utensils resembling two sticks was a religious tradition of the Flying Spaghetti Sect from the Old Reiss Kingdom two hundred years ago,” Abigail said slowly.

“The Flying spaghetti Sect? That doesn’t sound like a serious religious group,” Qimora chuckled in response.

“It was the first religious group to rise against the Great Earth Mother Church of the Old Reiss Reis Kingdom. Unfortunately, the rebellion was quickly quelled, so they didn’t become well-known,” Abigail explained slowly. “I thought the sect had been completely destroyed…”

“Rebelling against the Great Earth Mother Church, isn’t that…” Qimora grasped the significance.

“Yes, for the Flying Spaghetti Sect, the Bountifull Mother Church is their mortal enemy. If that man is truly linked to the Flying spaghetti Sect, then we likely have a common enemy,” Abigail nodded. “There is utility in this.”

“It seems like the priest has been infiltrating power into the autonomous region recently, could it be… for this reason?” Qimora suddenly remembered this.

“The likelihood is high,” Abigail agreed with this assessment.

“So should we propose an alliance to him?” Qimora inquired.

“There’s no harm in it for us,” Abigail replied calmly. “Tell Vera to stop immediately and inform her not to let me intervene.”

“But what if that man has no intention of opposing the Mother Church?” Qimora asked again.

“He will. I will discreetly hint at his connection to the Mother Church if the priest’s pursuit aligns with him; he will eventually stand with us,”

Abigail calmly stated, reaching to touch the pendant hanging below her neck. Unlike the token worn by other grand witches, her necklace pendant was a white goose egg-sized pebble.

Behind her, the thick gray fog continued to churn.

—

And now—

“If you want me to join forces with you… first, tell me, how did the Bountifull Mother Church clash with your Witches’ gathering?” Aiden asked Qimora.

He could roughly imagine that Qimora must have roamed around the prison and, upon seeing the cafeteria he had reformed, She mistakenly concluded that he was a disciple of the Flying spaghetti Sect.

the Bountifull Mother Church was inherited from earth goddess church, which was destroyed by the flying spaghetti cult. It wasn’t surprising that they would assume that he have an enmity with them.

However, he was hearing about the Witches’ gathering preparing to go to war with the Bountifull Mother Church for the first time. It seemed this was the fundamental reason Abigail extended an olive branch to him.

After a brief consideration, he decided to gather more intelligence first.

While aligning with the Witches’ gathering would likely ensure they didn’t pose a threat in the future, it also meant potentially making enemies of the Bountifull Mother Church.

“The Bountifull Mother Church also wields the Divine Word. Baris, and the current leader of the church, aims to extract divinity from the Grand Witch,” Qimora replied.

The response was too succinct—Aiden realized the reluctance to reveal too much.

However, Qimora still provided crucial information: the leader of the Bountifull Mother Church, also a wielder of the Divine Word, and likely held a significant status. Otherwise, with the resources of the Witches’ Gathering—Abigail, a “saint,” along with two other Divine Word wielders, and two other grand witches who’s not yet imprisoned—they wouldn’t need to seek his collaboration.

Of course, it’s also possible that the Witches’ Gathering simply wants to use him as a pawn.

Aiden had once speculated that the unnamed witch who founded the Flying Spaghetti Sect two hundred years ago had some connection to the Witches’ Gathering. He even suspected that this unnamed witch, who might have been his predecessor as a transmigrator, was now Abigail, who controlled the Sabbath Forest.

However, the era of activity of the unnamed witch and the period when Abigail’s name began to gain prominence differed by about a hundred and fifty years.

The Bountifull Mother Church claimed to be a religious group aiming to revive the Old Reiss Kingdom and the Great Earth Mother Church. To some extent, they held old grievances against the unnamed witch who had once rebelled against the Great Earth Mother Church.

This suggested that the Witches’ gathering might indeed have some connection to that unnamed witch.

“Of course, we are also keen on seizing everything from the Bountifull Mother Church,” Qimora added. “If you are willing to assist, we are more than willing to share the spoils with you.”

“I can’t fully trust you on this,” Aiden crossed his arms. “I need some time to consider this.”

“Very well, we are not in a rush,” Qimora anticipated this response. “I will come back for your answer next time.”

“I hope next time you can find me through proper channels at the reception, rather than sneaking in like this again,” Aiden sighed.

“At the very least, can you ensure that you will no longer target the Witches’ Gathering?”

“I never had any intention to do so. As long as you don’t provoke trouble, we’ll be fine. This place is just a prison, not a place for hunting down heretical criminals,” Aiden replied calmly.

“Very well, until next time,” Qimora smiled, curtsied, and began chanting the Divine Word.

The next moment, she vanished from Aiden’s sight without a trace.