The Warden of The Witches

Chapter 33:

Training

"Here we go again." Watching the all too familiar scene, Aiden let out a sigh as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

Veronica squinted and looked in that direction, vaguely recognizing the prison cell facing them... it seemed to be the same one she had stayed in before.

Speaking of it, prisoner 3307... wasn't that the succubus who shared the same room with her back then?

"Oh dear, Supervisor, I'm really not feeling well today! My head is pounding!"

Sure enough, the voice of her very familiar "roommate" echoed from the room.

That person was still the same, whenever they lived together, she would seize any chance to bother the prison guards.

"You've been living with Fei for half a month. You should have seen how to handle this kind of situation, right?" Aiden pointed over there, "Come on, consider it a little internship test. Get that guy out."

"Understood!" Veronica didn't hesitate and took the order, striding confidently over.

At this moment, Franda was about to warn Fei when Veronica arrived by her side, and whispered, "Supervisor, let me handle this."

Franda looked at her in surprise, then glanced at Aiden who was not far away. She immediately understood the situation and nodded in agreement, "Alright, give it a try then."

After Veronica finished speaking, she stood at the door of the cell. At this time, Fei was still wrapped in her blanket, curled up on the bed, not noticing her.

"Prisoner 3307, you say you're not feeling well?" Veronica initiated a conversation with Fei.

"Huh?" Fei heard the familiar voice, turned her head while lying on the bed, "big sis, why are you back again? Did you get in trouble again?"

"Don't talk nonsense, open your eyes wide and take a good look." Veronica said expressionlessly.

Only then did Fei notice the prison guard uniform on Veronica.

"No way, you actually work here!?" She suddenly smiled brightly, "That's wonderful! Then you have to remember our friendship and take care of me."

"Cut the crap, and get to work right away." Veronica didn't give her a chance to butter her up.

Fei immediately threw a tantrum, rolling on the ground. "Oh my, I'm not feeling well! You should—"

"Alright, in that case, you don't have to work today," Veronica interrupted before she could finish. "I'll take you to see the doctor right now. But let's get one thing straight, if the doctor confirms you're really sick, then it's fine. But if the doctor says there's nothing wrong with you, I'll personally pluck every strand of your hair."

"Ahaha, sis, you're joking..." Fei chuckled nervously.

"I'm not joking with you." Veronica's face remained cold, and she pressed her knuckles together, "Or do I need to pull out a few strands for you to believe me?"

"I suddenly feel better, I'll go to work!" Fei sprung up from the bed, neatly folding her blanket and lining up outside the cell.

Veronica turned around and saw Franda nodding approvingly at her, "Well done, rookie, you have a bright future!"

Veronica also smiled. During the days she spent in the cell, she had observed up close how the guards dealt with these persistent inmates and learned a few tricks.

"You did well," Aiden praised as he walked over. "In the prison, there are many inmates who like to use feigning illness as a tactic. Even with habitual feigners, you still need to exercise a certain level of caution—after all, if one day the inmate is genuinely in need of medical attention and it's not provided in time, it could become troublesome. Of course, you can't be too lenient either, or the inmates will take advantage."

Veronica nodded and watched as Franda directed the guards to take the inmate to a different work area.

She scanned the surrounding cells again and was surprised to find that there were still a few scattered inmates left in their cells, but the guards seemed to be ignoring them.

"Sir, are all those inmates left in their cells a death row inmates?" she asked Aiden.

"No, it's not Only death row inmates and the sick are exempt from work duty. Some inmates who are incapable of labor are also excused," Aiden explained, pointing to the solitary cell in the distance.

"Like over there, 'Mad Harlow' in Cell Three, she has an unstable mental state and can't handle regular tasks. Normally, we keep her in her own cell."

Veronica followed his gaze and saw a disheveled woman standing in front of Cell Three, muttering to herself while repeatedly banging her head against the bars. Her expression kept changing, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, giving off an eerie and unsettling vibe.

"She does look quite creepy..." Veronica commented.

"Well, this 'madwoman' used to be a priestess of a cult. It's said that she had a spiritual encounter with her deity and lost her sanity after hearing the voice of that god," Aiden clasped His hands behind his back, and nodding.

"Although she can't work and taking care of her is troublesome, she's actually quite useful. If any inmate gives us trouble, we just have to threaten to put them in the same room with her and they will usually behave."

"I've seen this before," Veronica recalled the scenes where Aiden threatened the thief Katherine and the pirate Anna.

"In addition, you should be aware that she has a special ability to rebound physical damage. If she causes trouble, never resort to violence. Just use restraining methods to control her," Aiden added,

"Most of the inmates in the core area have extraordinary skills or rather peculiar traits. I'll provide you with a list later."

"Oh dear, little sister, do you still remember me?" At this moment, Dailey, the witch from Cell Twelve, also approached and greeted her behind the bar.

Veronica nodded somewhat puzzled. She remembered, during her time in the cell, it was this witch who used magic to subdue her.

"Inmate 3110, Dailey , is a witch skilled in summoning demons. She's classified as a Red Alert level offender, so be extra cautious," Aiden introduced her.

"That's unfair, making me sound like some dangerous monster," Dailey protested to Aiden.

"She doesn't have to work either?" Veronica asked in a hushed voice.

"She's one of the model inmates I specially selected to assist me in managing the other inmates in the core area. I usually assign her to other tasks," Aiden explained.

"Selecting inmates to manage inmates?" Veronica widened her eyes.

"Yes, it's the most efficient method," Aiden nodded.

"I'm the warden's loyal hound, you know." Dailey waved to Veronica with a proud look, as if wearing her status as an honor.

"Before, when I helped clear your name, I put in quite a lot of effort. You should thank me."

"Don't pat yourself on the back too much. If we're talking about effort, Evangeline probably did more than you," Aiden said, gesturing towards Cell Eleven with his thumb.

Veronica instinctively followed Aiden's gesture towards Cell Eleven and saw a young girl curled up on the bed, resting against the wall.

"They keep such a young child in the prison!?" She widened her eyes in disbelief.