The warden who guards the witches

"The warden is here to inspect. Everyone, gather at the gate!" Prison warden Frenda shouted in full force at the entrance of the core area.

Before lights went out one night, Aiden personally came to the core area to inspect the cells.

Upon hearing this, the prisoners in the core area immediately gathered in front of the gate. Several new prisoners lay in front of the gate and looked at the gate with burning eyes.

"Good evening, ladies." Aiden greeted the prisoners as usual.

The usually foul-mouthed prisoners were about to speak when they suddenly heard a cough - Veronica, who was on duty tonight, was standing at the door of the monitoring room, looking at each cell with a fierce look on her face.

Several more cowardly prisoners immediately shrank back. Veronica had shown her skills in riot control several times and was an iron god of war among the prison guards. These prisoners were hostile to law enforcers, but they were also afraid of the strong. Many of them were still unwilling to be targeted by Veronica.

But there were still some brave prisoners who took the lead and started cursing as usual:

"What the hell are you afraid of? I'll go first! Aiden, you——"

Bang! !

The cell door of cell number 10 suddenly made a loud noise that was about to break off the door frame, directly interrupting the prisoner's cursing.

"Are you going to die? So loud?" Camilla lazily appeared in front of the cell door, locking her golden eyes on the room where the prisoner was, "You're disturbing me, do you know?"

No one shouted anymore, and the whole corridor was silent.

For these new prisoners who were still aggressive, Veronica was strong enough, but she was still a prison guard who only acted according to the rules. As long as she grasped the degree, she could avoid direct punishment.

But Camilla was different. She was famous for her violent tendencies. This guy didn't follow any rules at all. She was definitely capable of sneaking up on people in places that were difficult to monitor, such as bathrooms and dressing rooms.

The double pressure from the prison guards and the troublemakers in the prison made the prisoners in the core area quiet down in a rare way.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days. You are much more disciplined." Aiden looked back and forth, took Flanda into the corridor and began to patrol.

He frowned after taking a few steps.

When patrolling the core area on weekdays, there are always prisoners who keep talking to him, which is very lively. Now it suddenly became quiet...

I am a little uncomfortable.

"Camilla." Aiden called out when he walked to the door of cell number 10.

"Hey, what's the matter, prison boss?" Camilla grinned.

"Don't do this in the future. It feels... not so quiet anymore."

Camilla was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyebrows jokingly: "I wonder if you have become masochistic after being scolded by these scums? If you want to have some excitement, I can accompany you!"

"You should go and have some excitement by yourself."

Aiden continued to walk forward with Flanda, inspecting the prisoners in the cell back and forth.

"Warden, the Inquisition has notified us today. The prisoner you mentioned before is expected to be sent here this week. What do you think is the best arrangement for the cell?" Flanda whispered to Aiden.

Flanda was talking about the great witch Precia mentioned by Director Harold when Aiden visited the Inquisition before.

"Are there any single cells left?" Aiden asked.

According to Harold, Precia was hit by the demon-eating bullet in the previous arrest operation and was attacked by the mental attack he released, and her memory was completely washed away.

If this is true, then Precia's current defense ability may not be as good as that of the prisoners in the ordinary prison area.

There are not many good people in the core area. It is hard to guarantee that they will not deceive or persecute Precia, who has completely lost her memory. To avoid any problems, the simplest way is to let Precia live alone.

"The single cells are gone a long time ago. There are still double rooms, but not many." Flanda glanced at the information in her hand.

Unless there are special circumstances, she will try not to let the prisoners occupy a cell alone to avoid wasting resources.

At this time, they happened to pass by Room 13. The succubus who lived here, Fei'er, waved to Aiden enthusiastically as usual: "Lord Aiden, look here, look here!"

Aiden and Flanda stopped at the same time and turned their heads to look at Fei'er.

"Hehehe, are you busy recently, Lord Aiden? Come to my room and sit down. I will give you some special services." Fei'er waved and winked at Aiden.

"..."

"..."

Aiden and Flanda looked at her without saying anything.

After a moment, Flanda whispered: "How about putting her in the same room with our mascot?"

Compared to other prisoners in the core area, Fei'er is relatively harmless.

It's not that she is good by nature, but she has almost no ability to harm others.

Aiden thought about it and quickly rejected the proposal: "Forget it, a prisoner who has no memory and is as blank as a piece of paper will become what if he falls into the hands of this pimp. I really don't dare to think about it."

Flanda also imagined it and nodded in agreement: "That's right."

"What are you talking about?" Seeing that the two of them were staring at her and talking in a low voice, Fei'er curiously interrupted.

"It's saying that you are a coquettish bitch." Aiden said casually.

"Hehe, really?" Fei'er held her face with unusual joy. There is a certain difference between the praise and criticism of succubus and humans.

Aiden took another step and said, "Let's arrange an empty double room for her to live in and observe for a while. Although the Inquisition has done a mental evaluation, we still have to be careful whether the witch has really lost her memory."

"Do you suspect that the witch may be pretending to have lost her memory?"

"Not really, but all situations must be considered. Witches are basically a bunch of crazy people who pursue taboo knowledge..." Aiden said, looking back at Room 12. The witch Daly was looking at his back with a smile, "Witches with a little reputation basically have one or two unique skills. Precia is a great witch who has reached the pinnacle of mental magic. It is not impossible for her to deceive the Inquisition by pretending to have lost her memory."

"Indeed." Flanda agreed.

In their line of work, they must never trust the prisoners too much. If they relax their vigilance against dangerous prisoners, something bad will happen.

"By the way, I'm going to go out tomorrow morning. Can you help me sort out the report?" Aiden entrusted the work to Flanda.

"No problem. Do you have any official business to deal with?"

"No, it's a personal matter." Aiden replied calmly, "I'm going to visit a former colleague."