The warden who guards the witches

At noon, Aiden returned to the Rose Iron Prison and went straight to the infirmary.

The conversation with Harold in the morning was still echoing in his mind.

"According to common sense, it's just amnesia, it shouldn't be like that." Harold said at the time.

"You asked me to visit Rebecca because of this." Aiden confirmed with him.

Aiden also agreed with Harold's statement that Rebecca did not completely lose her memory, and the subconscious of her dominant hand should not have disappeared... No, according to common sense, even if that subconscious was eliminated, it would not make sense to be directly confused with the other hand.

The memory of the body and the impression in the subconscious should be consistent.

When he visited Rebecca yesterday, Aiden felt that Rebecca's movements were very inconsistent, and even pouring a cup of coffee and adding sugar seemed to be in a hurry.

He thought it was because of the tension when he just met him, but when he saw Rebecca holding the gun just now, he suddenly realized the root cause of the inconsistency - it was the dominant hand.

Rebecca is a rare left-handed person, but she subconsciously picked up the gun with her right hand, which she was not used to.

Harold had obviously noticed this detail a long time ago, and he made her suddenly hold the gun just now, which was obviously done for Aiden to see.

"Because she insisted on being transferred to your unit, and you happened to visit me that day, so I thought I should let you observe it in person." Harold said.

"Do you have any doubts about her?" Aiden asked.

"Well, Precia's influence on her is obviously not just as simple as amnesia. The top witches and black magicians, their skills can sometimes exceed our cognition-this is my experience. Although there is no definite evidence to indicate what happened, it is always right to be vigilant." Harold admitted frankly, "I let her rest and sent someone to watch her."

"Are you monitoring her?" Aiden was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Harold asked back.

"No." Aiden shook his head. "It is indeed necessary."

So, Harold should have been keeping track of Rebecca's movements. He also knew that Rebecca suddenly came to the Rose Iron Prison yesterday.

Although he noticed that Rebecca was not right, Aiden had no plan to take any action against Rebecca for the time being.

Because after all, Rebecca's problem was not within his scope of responsibility. This was the business of the Inquisition.

Since Harold had already noticed Rebecca's problem and taken measures, there was no need for Aiden to intervene. Professional matters should be left to professionals.

However, in this matter, the person who behaved a little strange was not only Rebecca, but also Precia.

Yesterday, Precia insisted on asking him to hold her hand. Aiden still remembered it vividly.

Precia's behavior could not be completely explained by amnesia.

Rebecca's matter could certainly be completely handed over to the Inquisition to handle. If the matter involved prisoners in the prison, Aiden could not sit idly by.

While Harold was monitoring Rebecca, he decided to observe Precia.

Aiden pushed open the door of the infirmary, and the smell of medicine immediately hit him.

"Sir!" Veronica, who was standing in the room, saw him and saluted him immediately.

"You are on duty here." Aiden looked around.

The prison doctor seemed to have gone to eat. There was only one patient in the entire infirmary, Precia lying on the bed. Veronica, who was in charge of guarding the prisoners, temporarily replaced the prison doctor to guard here. Today's moon phase was also a full moon. She was on duty in the day shift like yesterday.

"Are you here to see her?" Veronica gestured to Precia sitting on the bed.

"Yes, what's in this bowl? Medicine?" Aiden's eyes fell on Veronica's hand.

Veronica was holding a steaming bowl with a sticky paste in it. Before saluting Aiden, Veronica was stirring it constantly.

"It's cornmeal paste with eggs and milk. She seems to be able to eat only liquid food now."

"Can she eat now?"

"It seems that there is no active bleeding. The doctor gave her some water in the morning and there was no problem, so I asked the cafeteria to prepare paste for her at noon." Veronica explained to him, "The doctor said that if nothing unexpected happens, she can go to the cell tomorrow."

Recovering quite quickly... Aiden thought.

It should not be possible to make a patient with severe gastric bleeding recover to the point where he can eat overnight by injecting hemostatic drugs. The animalization drug injected by Mirujinu changed the gastrointestinal structure of Precia, and perhaps also strengthened her self-healing ability.

"How do you feel?" Aiden walked to Precia's bedside and spoke to her in a businesslike tone.

"It's... much better." Precia sat up from the bed, "Thank you..."

She lowered her eyes, spoke softly, and looked quite reserved. It was hard to imagine that this girl was a great witch who was an S-level wanted criminal before she lost her memory.

"You haven't eaten all day, so you should eat your meal first." Veronica came over with a bowl, "Do you need my help?"

"This..."

"If she can eat by herself, let her eat by herself. We are not the prisoner's babysitter." While Precia was still hesitating, Aiden suddenly interrupted.

When he saw Veronica coming over with a bowl, he suddenly had a thought of probing.

"I'm mainly afraid that she'll burn herself if she doesn't hold it steady." Veronica explained.

"It's okay, let her try." Aiden insisted.

"All right."

Veronica handed the bowl of batter to Precia, who reached out to take the bowl of batter, clumsily scooped up a spoonful of batter with a spoon, blew on it, and put it into her mouth.

"Hey, it spilled!" Veronica reminded helplessly from the side.

"Ah!" Precia then realized that some batter had dripped onto her clothes.

Veronica went to get a towel and handed it over: "Hurry up and wipe it off."

"I'm sorry..." Precia put down the spoon, reached for the towel and wiped the stain, and then picked up the spoon again.

Aiden watched for a long time and suddenly asked: "Precia, are you left-handed?"

"Huh?" Precia was stunned for a moment, and then she noticed that she was holding the spoon with her left hand, "I accidentally did this again..."

She immediately changed the spoon to her right hand and continued to drink the batter, her movements seemed much smoother than before.

Sure enough... Aiden confirmed his suspicion.

Conflict over handedness was not only experienced by Rebecca, but also appeared by Precia.