Free Web NovelChapter 210: Chapter 211 Are Your Eyes Uncomfortable?_1
A week after the downfall of the Harvest Mother Cult, Rose Iron Prison.
The guards on duty sat at the reception, processing visitation inquiries and applications from prisoner’s relatives and friends.
Sitting behind the corner window, Guard Isabella yawned a grand yawn out of sheer boredom. After a day on duty, she had received only a handful of application forms—from a few succubi who had just been released from other prisons and were here to visit their leader, Fille.
Looking at this, it seemed very likely that these succubi would go back to their old ways with their companions...
Isabella was in charge today of handling visitation applications for inmates in the core zone, which mostly housed extremely dangerous prisoners. Such inmates rarely had visitors, and most didn’t even have what could be called relatives or friends; the core zone typically received fewer visitation requests in a month than other blocks did in a week.
However, the review process for core zone visitation applications was much stricter and nearly completely independent from other blocks, so the Rose Iron Prison still had a dedicated reception area for the core zone.
Just as Isabella thought that was about all the applications she would receive for the day, a gentleman suddenly approached her window and politely passed over a completed application form, "Hello, beautiful miss, please take a look."
Isabella glanced up at the man and paused for a moment.
The young gentleman dressed in a black tailcoat, topped with a top hat and leaning on a cane, had a monocle on his face, and was dressed quite formally. However, his attire was colored and styled in an old-fashioned way—such outfits were generally seen on older individuals, and it was rare for young people to dress like this... Moreover, the weather had already warmed up, and it was indoors, yet he was fully dressed and buttoned up, making Isabella feel warm just looking at him.
The young man had a handsome face, but his complexion was pallid, so pale that it was devoid of any color, causing Isabella to wonder if he was ill.
She reached out to take the application form the young man had submitted and skimmed through it.
The applicant was Kael Kaordo, and the inmate he wished to meet was... Ophelia Callado.
Ophelia... The vampire princess Ophelia!
Isabella’s eyes widened immediately, and she took another look at the relationship column on the application form, where the word "Siblings" was strikingly written. freewёbnoνel.com
She looked at the young man outside the window with surprise, "Are you... a vampire?"
"Indeed," the young man expertly took off his top hat and held it against his chest, answering politely, "Vampire Prince Kael Callado, I have come specially to visit my sister..."
With the shadow of the hat brim no longer covering his face, Isabella finally saw that the young man’s eyes were a dark red.
Seeing Isabella’s change in expression, Kael quickly raised his hand and added, "Please, there’s no need for alarm, I am a registered member of another species, a lawful citizen through and through. Here are my credentials."
He handed over a small booklet which Isabella took and examined briefly.
Isabella had seen such a document before, as her colleague Veronica held one.
According to The Black Magic Management Convention, personnel with special powers, including bloodline powers, who hold citizenship of Convention nations or reside within Convention nations’ territories, such as vampires, werewolves, tiger-people, dragon descendants, succubi, and more, must register for identification with the local government, report their whereabouts regularly, and adhere to corresponding management regulations. For example, werewolves must obey curfews during the full moon, while vampires are prohibited from directly drawing blood from living humans.
Isabella flipped through a reference book, checked the document’s processes top to bottom, and also the update date, but couldn’t find any problems. The registration location on the document Kael handed over was the Nidran Kingdom, a small country on the Southern Continent that had only recently joined the Convention. Because it didn’t have heresy tribunal organizations in earlier years, it once served as a sanctuary for black magic practitioners such as witches and necromancers, as well as various types of supernatural beings.
Isabella was rather surprised because the number of vampires on this continent was already low, and those who willingly underwent registration were even fewer, and mostly consisted of title-less vampires with weak powers.
All vampires were addicted to the fresh blood of living beings. Powerful vampires, like Ophelia, often chose to live reclusively near graveyards or mass burial grounds, much like necromancers, and would occasionally attack living humans for sustenance in villages. It was hard to imagine a vampire of princely rank would willingly abide by the laws of Convention nations and live an ordinary life.
Even if the other party’s documents had no issue, this prison visitation request couldn’t be approved.
"I’m sorry, but the prisoner you’re applying to visit is still in the observation period and is currently prohibited from receiving visitors," Isabella said as she extended her hand to give the application form back.
"Observation period?" Kael asked, puzzled.
"Ophelia previously seriously violated the Prison Law and the Prison Administration Regulations. Not only was her sentence extended, but her treatment level was also reduced to the lowest. She isn’t able to receive visits from family and friends for the time being," Isabella responded, maintaining an official tone.
"What did she do?" Kael asked curiously.
"Jailbreak, participation in rebellion, attacking prison guards, just to mention a few incidents from the past months," Isabella replied briefly. "Fortunately, there were no casualties, otherwise she might have already been executed."
Kael stood there wide-eyed for a while, then smiled bitterly, "Jailbreak, her temperament really hasn’t changed a bit from before..."
"So please leave, and don’t forget to register with the local Heresy Tribunal once you reach the autonomous region," Isabella reminded him.
But Kael didn’t leave. Instead, he looked around, leaned closer to the window, and lowered his voice, "Officer, I’ve been separated from my sister for at least twenty years. I’ve been searching for her to no avail all this time. Only recently did I find out she was arrested in the autonomous region, so I rushed here to visit her..."
"What are you trying to say?" Isabella frowned, sensing that something was off.
"I mean... surely a beautiful lady like you wouldn’t just sit by and let such a matter be, right?" Kael pleaded with his magnetic voice while blinking his dark red eyes, "Please make an exception, I beg you!"
Higher-ranking vampires generally possess a certain charm power. They can produce a hypnotic effect on the consciousness of ordinary people through eye contact and can intensify this charm into mental control by direct blood-drinking behavior.
Kael Callado was skilled in this art and believed in his charm to sway her will.
Isabella gazed at Kael, one second... two seconds, and finally said, "No, it’s the rule. And if your eyes are uncomfortable, I suggest you seek medical attention immediately."
