Free Web NovelChapter 95: Chapter 95: It Doesn’t Taste the Same Anymore_1
"Warden on patrol, everyone gather at the door!" Prison Warden Flandre stood at the entrance of the core area, calling out with a powerful voice.
It was another night before lights out, and Aiden had personally come to inspect the cells in the core area.
Upon hearing her voice, the inmates of the core area immediately converged at the fence door, with several new inmates eagerly pressing towards the entrance.
"Good evening, ladies," Aiden greeted the prisoners as usual.
The inmates who were usually foul-mouthed were just about to speak up when they heard a cough—Veronica, on duty tonight, stood at the entrance of the surveillance room, scrutinizing each cell with a menacing look.
Several of the more cowardly prisoners immediately recoiled. Veronica had shown her mettle in several riot control incidents, being an indomitable war goddess among the guards, and while these prisoners resented the enforcers, they also feared the strong. Many of them didn’t want to get on Veronica’s bad side. freeweɓnovel.cøm
But there were still inmates bold enough to lead the usual round of loud cursing:
"Why the hell are you all chickenshit, let me start! Aiden, you son of a—"
Bang!!
The door of cell number ten suddenly let out a noise as if it were about to break free from its frame, cutting off the inmate’s rant.
"Are you looking to die, making such a racket?" Camilla appeared languidly at the door, her golden eyes locking onto the room of the offending inmate, "Do you realize you’re disturbing me?"
After that, no one else raised their voices, and the corridor fell deathly silent.
For the still sharp-edged new inmates, Veronica was strong but ultimately just a guard who acted according to the rules—by carefully judging the situation, they could avoid direct punishment.
However, Camilla was different. She was notoriously prone to violence; she didn’t follow any rules and could easily attack someone secretly in places hard to surveil like the bathrooms and changing rooms.
Under the dual pressure of the guards and the leading troublemakers among the prisoners, the core area’s inmates had become exceptionally quiet.
"Oh my, I haven’t seen you in a few days, and you’ve all become much more disciplined," Aiden commented as he walked back and forth, stepping into the corridor with Flandre to start the inspection.
He had only walked a few steps when he frowned.
Usually, when patrolling the core area, there would always be prisoners spewing all sorts of things at him, creating a lively atmosphere. Now, the sudden silence...
...was actually a bit unsettling for him.
"Camilla," Aiden called out as he arrived in front of the door of cell number ten.
"Hey, what’s up, boss man?" Camilla grinned and asked.
"You don’t have to do that anymore. It’s too quiet now, and somehow... it just doesn’t feel right."
Camilla paused for a moment after hearing this, then raised her eyebrows teasingly, "You’re not telling me you’ve developed a masochistic side from all the trash talking? If you want some excitement, it’s not like I can’t indulge you!"
"You can keep that kind of excitement to yourself."
Aiden, with Flandre in tow, continued to move forward, inspecting the prisoners in their cells.
"Warden, the Inquisition sent a notice today, that prisoner you mentioned before is expected to arrive this week. How should we arrange the cell?" Flandre whispered to Aiden.
What Flandre referred to was the Great Witch Priesia, whom Harold, the director of the Inquisition, had mentioned during Aiden’s previous visit.
"Do we still have any single cells available?" Aiden asked. freewebnσvel.cøm
According to Harold, Presia, during the previous capture operation, suffered a backlash from her own Mental Attack due to a demon-eating bullet, which wiped her memory clean.
If this is true, then Presia’s current defensive abilities might be even weaker than those of an ordinary inmate.
The inmates in the core area are mostly a tough bunch, and it can’t be guaranteed that they won’t deceive or persecute Presia, who has completely lost her memory. To avoid any issues, the simplest solution would be to have Presia housed alone.
"All the single cells have been taken, there are a few double cells left, but not many," Flandre glanced at the document in her hand.
Unless it is a special case, she tries not to let inmates occupy a cell alone, so as to avoid wasting resources.
They happened to be passing by cell thirteen at the time, where Succubus Phyllis was as enthusiastic as usual, waving at Aiden: "Lord Aiden, look this way, look this way!"
Aiden and Flandre both stopped and turned to look at Phyllis.
"Hehehe, are you busy lately, Lord Aiden? Why not come sit in my room, I’ll give you some special service," Phyllis beckoned to Aiden while throwing a coquettish glance.
"..."
"..."
Aiden and Flandre looked at her without saying a word.
After a moment, Flandre whispered, "How about we put her in a room with our mascot?"
Compared to the other inmates in the core area, Phyllis is relatively harmless.
It’s not that her nature is particularly good, but rather she barely has the ability to harm others.
Aiden thought for a moment and quickly dismissed the proposal: "Let’s not, an inmate without memories, like a blank slate, I really can’t imagine what she might become in the hands of this pimp."
Flandre also imagined it and nodded in agreement: "True."
"What are you talking about?" Phyllis, seeing them both staring at her and whispering, curiously interjected.
"We’re talking about how you’re a voluptuous slut," Aiden replied offhandedly.
"Hehe, really?" Phyllis held her face ecstatically, the value system of a succubus is indeed somewhat different from that of humans.
Aiden started walking again and said, "Let’s arrange an empty double cell for her to stay in for the time being, observe for a while. The Inquisition has conducted a Mental Evaluation, but we need to keep an eye out to see if the witch truly has amnesia."
"You suspect the witch might be feigning amnesia?"
"Not necessarily, but all possibilities must be considered. Witches are essentially a group of lunatics pursuing forbidden knowledge..." Aiden spoke and glanced back at cell twelve, where witch Daili was smiling at his back, "A witch with some renown typically possesses one or two unique skills, and Great Witch Priesia, who excels in Mental Magic, could feasibly trick the Inquisition’s interrogation with a feigned amnesia."
"Indeed," Flandre agreed.
In their line of work, one absolutely couldn’t trust inmates too much, as letting one’s guard down with dangerous inmates could lead to serious trouble.
"By the way, I’m planning a trip out tomorrow morning, can you cover for me with the report compilation?" Aiden requested Flandre to take over his work.
"No problem, do you have official business to attend to?"
"No, it’s personal," Aiden replied calmly, "I’m planning to visit a former colleague."
