The Warden of The Witches

The Imprisoned Deity

"did my plan come in handy This time?"

"Indeed, thanks to your help, all is well that ends well."

In the secret underground mithril prison, Aiden and the inmate 4001, "Saint" Mephilia, sat several meters apart, playing a simplified version of Monopoly on a small table while chatting.

This time, thanks to the secret strategy provided by Mephilia, they were able to successfully clear Veronica's name.

Therefore As promised, Aiden visited her in the dungeon again, and it happened that it was the time for the regular duty of monitoring her.

"So, I wonder if there's any extra reward for me?" Mephilia grinned.

"Didn't we spend the entire night playing games last time?" Aiden glanced up at her.

"Is that supposed to be enough to dismiss me? You're not this harsh with any other inmate from the above right?."

"What, you want to take a stroll outside? You're different from them. you're not a prisoner of Rose Prison, so the rules of management don't apply to you." Aiden responded calmly. "Just a touch of your sacred nail is enough to land me in jail."

"At least I'm a deity. Don't I deserve some respect here?"

"In my eyes, you're just a prisoner. Where's the respect for prisoners?" Aiden gave her an unabashed look.

"If you ask me, the thing that sets you apart the most from everyone else in this world is your lack of reverence for the gods."

"Unfortunately, I happen to come from a world where gods don't exist – well, at least that's what I believe," Aiden stared at the chessboard.

"Speaking of which, I don't see much reverence for you from the people in this world either. Otherwise, how would they dare to lock you up in prison?"

"It's precisely because they're afraid that they've locked me up. Every human who comes to see me, whether they're here to monitor me or to worship me, covers their face and wouldn't even dare to breathe in my presence. Only you dare to be so bold in front of me." Mephilia moved the chess pieces with her telekinesis.

"I'm thinking, since you're willing to clear the name of an innocent person, why not help me fight for my freedom?"

"You?" Aiden lifted his face. "You want to claim you're innocent? I have the memories of this world, and the crimes your cult has committed here are too numerous to count. Not to mention, the body you're using now, it cost a life."

Mephilia was discovered and apprehended by the former Aiden and the elite members of the Inquisition when they destroyed a cult base called the "Blood Red Full Moon."

She is the deity revered by the Blood Moon Cult. However, Mephilia is not the name of the deity, but the name of an ordinary girl who was abducted by the cult's followers as a living sacrifice to summon this deity.

Due to certain circumstances, she took on the form of a girl named Mephilia and descended into this world.

As a result, the memories and personality of the girl, Mephilia, were completely devoured by this deity.

"If you must insist, all the criminal activities were carried out by my followers. I never asked them to do anything... summoning me to this world was no different.

I was merely interested in their prayers and rituals. In the end, it was I who grew tired of them and helped you destroy the cult. Yet you treat me with even harsher than ordinary criminals. Don't you find this unfair?"

"Not at all," Aiden shook his head without hesitation.

"Oh dear, you humans always talk about 'equality before the law.' I thought you valued justice," Mephilia expressed surprise.

"You may have a slight misunderstanding. Human rules, or laws, have never been about equality and justice.

Sometimes, a country may enact laws that harm other nations to protect its own interests, and ruling classes may exploit other classes using the law.

The law is a tool to uphold the interests of the ruling class. It can sometimes be noble and just, but it can also be contrary to morality.

However, if you look at it from the perspective of all humanity, all the rules set by humans, whether legal or moral standards, fundamentally serve only one thing - the stable order upon which people rely for survival. And order isn't always just and fair."

"Order?"

"Yes, there are too many humans. If there's no order to maintain the operation of the group, individuals cannot survive. Let me ask you a question first, would you be willing to abide by the rules set by humans?" Aiden looked into Mephilia's eyes.

"Of course not," Mephilia answered bluntly, then countered, "If you found a group of ants on the ground, would you be willing to abide by the ants' rules?"

"That's right. You wouldn't be willing to follow human rules. In this world, your concept of 'order' for human groups is a significant risk factor.

The law upholds order, and the existence of gods poses a great threat to human order. In other words, the existence of gods is inherently sinful for mortals," Aiden explained his theory.

"This may go against morality, but upholding one's own survival is the primary justice for any race seeking to survive."

"The Original Sin of the Gods?" Mephilia raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, if a god were to appear in the human world, the safest course of action for humans would be to lock it up in prison.

Only fools would take it out to worship, unless doing so could truly minimize the cost of the god not disrupting human order.

If a god can show goodwill, not disrupt human order, and even work to maintain it, humans might consider not restraining it, or even hold reverence for it out of moral considerations, thereby minimizing the risk.

But you're clearly not that kind of god. From what I know about you, if you had a button that could destroy half of humanity, you'd probably press it just for fun. Letting a god like you loose? That won't happen unless I've gone mad."

"Oh dear, strangely enough, I find what you're saying kind of makes sense..."

"But to be honest, I'm more concerned about your followers than you." Aiden sighed heavily. "You simply ignore human laws for the sake of amusement, but those fanatics will target the law and anyone who uphold it."

"If 'he' finds out I'm here, he might just come to bring me out," Mephilia grinned widely.

"Please don't, I really don't want to get shot in the chest again," Aiden said with a helpless expression.

The cult "Blood Red Full Moon" has indeed been destroyed, and even the deity revered by the cult has been imprisoned. However, the founder of the cult is not only still at large, but their true identity has not been exposed.

From the inherited memory fragments of Aiden, it seems that the previous Aiden most likely died at the hands of the mysterious founder of that cult.

Aiden didn't really have any "vengeful" intentions. After all, he and the previous owner of this body couldn't really be considered the same person.

But he was also well aware that in this world, that unidentified fanatic posed a threat to him.

"If you're afraid, I can help you. As long as you're willing to pull out the sacred nail for me, I can give you a little 'blessing'," Mephilia urged in a seductive tone.

"My principle is not to easily trust criminals," Aiden decisively refused. "By the way, what reason do you have to choose to help me instead of your own worshippers?"

"The respect of mortals is useless to gods. Compared to ordinary chess pieces that only move according to the player's will, I'm definitely more interested in unpredictable pieces like you that run around the chessboard on your own," Mephilia looked at him with interest.

"So, is this the reason you summoned me to this world?"

"Who knows?" As usual, Mephilia revealed a mysterious smile.