Chapter 232: Chapter 232 As you see, I’m taking a bath_1
"The warden was really put through the trouble today." At the entrance of the Heretic Tribunal, Kael doffed his hat to Aiden and then pulled an envelope sealed with the Heretic Tribunal’s wax stamp from the inner side of his clothes, "Shall we split the bounty in half?"
"There’s no need for that; I hardly did anything. I would feel ashamed to accept it, the person was captured by you, so you should keep it for yourself." Aiden refused flat out.
"The warden is truly incorruptible, admirable indeed." Kael smiled, "It seems, trying to use my connections to see Ophelia through you is truly hopeless."
"You’re still thinking about that matter?" Aiden frowned slightly, "If you want to see her, just come to the prison after her observation period ends next month―assuming, of course, Ophelia doesn’t cause any trouble in the meantime. However, considering today’s events, that seems unlikely."
"I understand, she was a willful and troublesome girl even before becoming a vampire, and after her transformation, there was no chance for correction." Kael smiled bitterly, "Then, I’ll trouble you to pass on a message to her: don’t be foolish, just behave and follow the rules, staying alive is better than anything."
"There’s no need for such a will-like message, you should write her a letter instead. Even though she can’t meet with you now, she can still receive letters." Aiden replied, "And the sort of thing you’re talking about, I teach it to every prisoner under my charge every day."
"Ah, that makes sense." Kael nodded with a smile, "That’s wonderful, warden, you indeed are a person one can entrust with such matters. Knowing that you’re watching over that foolish girl, I can rest assured."
"Let’s get one thing clear, if she tries to escape from prison again like last time by committing a heinous crime, the next time she’s caught, the punishment will probably lead to a death sentence." Aiden reminded with an expressionless face.
Kael fell silent for a moment, nodding thoughtfully, "Okay, I’ll try to persuade her." After saying this, a polite smile returned to his face, "I’m sorry for taking up your entire evening, I’ll take my leave now."
"Just one moment, Mr. Kaordo..." As Aiden saw him turn to leave, he called out to stop him.
"Ah, there’s no need to be so formal, just call me Kael." Kael turned back, "Is there anything else you wish to instruct?"
"If I may be so bold to ask, your Primogenitor Faction has come here to stop the ’Death Faction’s’ actions, what exactly is your goal?" Aiden asked.
The ’Death Faction’ of the Blood Moon Cult could almost certainly be considered a potential threat, whether to him personally or to the city.
But the Primogenitor Faction, which came to stop the ’Death Faction,’ can’t necessarily be regarded as an ally either.
"Well, personally, I don’t have any particular purpose, I’m just acting on the orders of that personage." Kael said, spreading his hands with a smile, "However, that personage probably wants to eliminate his own curse to achieve true liberation; he has longed for peace for a very, very long time."
"Peace? You mean... in that sense?" Aiden was momentarily puzzled.
"Yes, he wants to die like a normal person; he has lived too long and has grown tired of living in this world as a monster."
"Wouldn’t suicide be an easy solution?" Aiden was even more perplexed.
"Unfortunately, our Primogenitor... cannot die." Kael shook his head, "Unlike us derivates, he truly possesses an undying body. Even if his body is completely shattered, burned to ash, and then scattered around the world, that ash will eventually gather back together and turn back into a living being, even if the process takes several years. If it contacts enough blood, his body will regenerate instantly, and he himself can’t find a way to kill himself."
Upon hearing this, Aiden couldn’t help but think of the resurrection ability that Abigail had traded with him.
This bizarre resurrection ability of the vampire progenitor completely exceeded the realm of dark magic.
Now considering the Primogenitor’s curse as stemming from Death, could this undying power possibly also be an effect of the "Death" dominion?
"Causing an individual with an undying body to die seems like something only a deity in charge of death could accomplish," Aiden commented, "Yet your Primogenitor is opposing Death itself?"
"After all, the curse he bears seems to be bestowed by Death itself, so their relationship can’t possibly be good," Kael said with a light tone.
Aiden nodded silently, but a thought had emerged in his heart.
Was the Primogenitor who stood against the ruler of "death" really only wishing for death?
In this world, to deliberately make an enemy of a deity, the most likely and most logical aim would be to pull them down from their divine throne and take their place.
After bidding Kael farewell, Aiden watched as Kael got into a hired carriage, but he did not take a carriage home; instead, he turned and headed towards the prison.
The Blood Moon Cult, the internal conflict within the vampire bloodlines, continuous murder cases... Having suddenly learnt so much, it would probably be difficult for him to go home and sleep peacefully tonight as if nothing had happened.
There had been an investigation into the Harvest Mother Cult by the vampires, and it’s very likely related to him.
But if one were to insist, it was not only related to him.
Now, he needed to find a safe place to meet with another person involved.
"Warden, didn’t you already leave? Did you forget something?" A surprised prison guard asked as he saw the leader, who was supposed to be off duty, running back late at night.
"I suddenly remembered some work I forgot to deal with," Aiden responded vaguely and went straight back to his office.
Then, he took out the Great Witch’s Credential Abigail had given him and started to call Abigail’s name in his mind.
After a few seconds, Abigail’s voice came through: "It’s rare, indeed, for Your Excellency to summon me proactively."
"I have some matters I’d like to discuss privately with you, is it convenient to meet?" Aiden asked.
There was silence on Abigail’s side for quite a while, then the grey mist inside the credential began to surge suddenly.
Aiden was enveloped by the grey mist again and then "transferred" to Abigail’s summoning space.
Then he froze.
Although it was the same space with swirling grey mist, the usual long table covered with pumpkin lamps was gone, the space was empty, except for thin wisps of white mist drifting lazily around—different from the constantly churning grey mist created by magic projections, they seemed like ordinary steam in a bathroom.
He was sitting in an office chair, facing a huge bathtub obscured by the grey mist.
Abigail was sitting in the bathtub, her figure faintly visible through the mist, as if separated by a layer of grey gauze.
"This place is?" Aiden suddenly realized he might have appeared somewhere he shouldn’t have.
"As Your Excellency can see..." Abigail answered with extreme composure, "this is my bathroom."
