Chapter 112:
Speaking Tough After Wiping Soone Else's Butt
The next day, at the Inquisition Bureau, in the Director's Office.
"The general gist of the situation is this, thanks to you, I spent last night in the prison and only managed to make ti to co here this morning,"
casually lounging in the guest seat, Aiden recounted to Director Harold what had transpired the previous night.
"So...., within the Witch Gathering, there lies a more secretive core organization. You have indeed brought so significant news, but..." Harold, with a cigar in his mouth, looked thoughtfully at the black crystal pendant in his hand and then slowly shifted his gaze towards Aiden, "Is it just my impression, or do I feel that your attitude today seems much more arrogant than usual?"
"No," Aiden innocently spread his hands, "I am just a modest and reserved person..."
"Then get your feet off from my coffee table!" Harold glared fiercely, "That's not your child's footstool!"
"Oh, Director, isn't it because the coffee table is too empty? Look, you haven't even had a cup of tea," Aiden casually put his feet down, thoughtfully saying, "You see, you've handled all the troubleso matters well, shifting all the bla onto your forr subordinates. But unexpectedly, after your forr subordinates wiped your butt, you're still so stingy. It's difficult for you to convice others."
A vein bulged on Harold's forehead, but he held back. He walked over, opened the door, and called out to an administrative staff, "Adrian!"
"What's up, Director?"
"I'm sorry, please get this idiot here a cup of coffee!" Harold pointed at Aiden.
"I prefer tea please!" Aiden raising his hand and corrected with a smile.
When he ca to see Harold today, he was indeed much more assertive than usual.
Investigating the Proof of the Great Witch swallowed by Priscilla should have been the responsibility of the Inquisition. However, after the Inquisition found Priscilla completely devoid of interrogation value due to total amnesia, they easily took away the physically unwell Priscilla. And was prematurely pushed into the Rose Prison.
In a way, this could be considered as the Rose Prison wiping the butt of the Inquisition bureau, resolving the dilemma that would have required a risky operation, obtaining crucial evidence, and incidentally completing part of the investigation.
He ca to see Harold not only to hand over evidence and relay intelligence but also to take the opportunity to ventafter nearly a day and night of effort, he felt sowhat confident.
After the serving of the tea, Harold locked the door again and returned to his seat.
"I have no words about pushing Priscilla to your side prematurely; it was my negligence, but this..." Harold shook the pendant towards Aidan, looking displeased.
"Wasn't it already captured? Did you completely destroy it?" A crack appeared on the surface of the black crystal pendant, and the sealed gray mist vanished. Clearly, this "Great Witch Token" had lost its magical properties entirely. It seed that Abigail, as the producer, upon discovering Priscilla token had fallen into other hands, directly activated so form of automatic destruction function.
In other words, this evidence had sowhat beco outdated.
"You are too harsh. If not for your negligence, this thing would never have reached . And if I were to evaluate myself, what I did yesterday was impeccable. If it were soone else, they probably wouldn't have been able to save their own life," Aiden spread his hands, defending himself confidently, "That godly word can drive one mad. Although it may sound a bit fabricated, I swear, what I say is true."
the information he told Harold regarding the divine language was indeed true, but not entirely.
He simply concealed the fact that when he speaking the divine language it did have an effect, because this matter likely related to his secret as a ti-traveler summoned by philia.
Although the Inquisition bureau in this world was entirely different from his past life's Inquisition, it was not such an enlightened organization. Not knowing how he would be treated, he was hesitant to reveal this to the responsible person at the Inquisition. So It will remained a secret.
He was concerned that Harold might not believe in the power of the divine words. Just one phrase could override the limitations of dark magic, leading to ntal breakdown. Without firsthand experience, it was hard to believe.
However, after tapping off the ash from his cigar, Harold simply replied, "Well, I actually know of the existence of the divine. You don't need to emphasize it to ."
"You do?" Aiden was surprised.
"Don't underestimate the confidential files kept by the Inquisition," Harold took a drag from his cigar, slowly saying, "We just didn't know that the Witch Gathering also possessed the divine words..."
"But I have never heard of"
"Of course, it's because your previous authority was insufficient, you idiot!" Harold impatiently cursed.
"Don't senior inquisitor have the authority to access all records?"
"It's a docunt that allows viewing of all current entries. Of course, the most confidential docunts won't even let you know they exist. If you were in my position, you would understand." Harold angrily remarked, "Have you forgotten what we entrusted you to take care of before?"
"Indeed!" Aiden exclaid.
The Silver City Inquisition Bureau destroyed the Blood Moon Cult and even captured the deity philia. There should not be such a shortage of information about the Dominator.
"The Dominator is truly a powerful being," Harold shook his head, "If you hadn't convinced that guy from the start, even if the Inquisition bled rivers, they wouldn't have been able to contain this monster..."
"...," this ti Aidan remained silent, just sipping his tea.
philia actually volunteered to be detained by the Inquisition... more precisely, she was persuaded by the forr Aiden, who was leading a team to destroy the Blood Moon Cult's stronghold.
One of the conditions for philia acceptance of shelter was to compel her predecessor, Aiden, to keep their conversations completely confidential.
So, when Aiden arrived in this world, he did not inherit these mories.
To this day, the Inquisition still believes that Aiden cannot recall the conversations from that ti. In reality, Aiden has no mory of it now.
What exactly they discussed and why philia willingly detained, becoming a secret known only to philia herself after her predecessor Aiden's death.
Aiden found it hard to fathom why a powerful ruler would accept such treatnt from humans he considered insignificant, even being deprived of freedom.
"Speaking of which, did we truly manage to detain her?" Aiden set down his teacup, looking at Harold and asking earnestly.
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