The warden who guards the witches

A few days later, the Inquisition.

"Senior Aiden, you are here." The superior judge Rebecca greeted Aiden, who was here as a guest, "The director is already waiting for you in the office."

"Okay." Aiden smiled and nodded.

"Senior, did you go shopping with others the day before yesterday?" Rebecca asked.

"Did you see that?" Aiden smiled. That night, he was on a date with Veronica.

"Well..." Rebecca stared at Aiden for a while, then suddenly took a breath from her nose and smiled, "We are waiting for you to send the invitation."

Aiden smiled silently and continued walking to the office.

Rebecca walked forward and saw Victor, an old senior who was also a superior judge, leaning against the wall with his arms folded and looking at her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look, look, I said it back then." Victor joked, "If you didn't take the initiative when he was in this unit, you would have to give it to someone else when he leaves and goes to the nearby building."

"Damn it, I only regarded him as a competitor before!" Rebecca glanced at him with a frown, and added in a low voice, "I just have a little good impression, it's not like he is the only one, don't always take advantage of me to make fun of him. ”

"Oh, that's right. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been transferred to someone else for several years without saying anything." Victor nodded thoughtfully, "By the time someone saves your life later, someone else will have already taken over -"

"Do you think your mouth is too arrogant?" Rebecca clenched her fists.

Victor quickly raised his hands: "Emma and the others said they would go to the old place for a drink in the evening. Let me call you. It's just us, the superior judges. Will you go?"

"If Senior Victor doesn't go, I will go." Rebecca shrugged, turned and left, "I'll tell them now."

"Hey, hey, I was wrong, don't target me... they will make noise with you." Victor caught up and said, "Can't I pay for the drinks?"

In the director's office, across the coffee table, Aiden sat down opposite Harold, the director of the Inquisition Bureau.

"You have become a celebrity." Harold, who was smoking a cigar, exhaled a puff of smoke. "I can actually see your name in the pages of political news and entertainment news at the same time. What's wrong? Are you planning to debut as an actor? Or are you? Want to be a politician?”

"Stop making fun of me, I don't know how long these reporters will be entangled this time." Aiden let out a deep breath, "Call me this time..."

"Isn't it okay to catch up on old times? You should come to your old workplace to show up occasionally." Harold started to answer before he could finish his words, "Just think of it as a way to socialize with this old man like me."

"Okay, okay." Aiden smiled, picked up the teacup and poured himself some tea.

"The Blood Moon Order should be completely gone this time. A lot of things have happened this year, ever since you helped us get rid of the 'Black Goat' cult..." Harold sighed with emotion, and then his eyes became sharp. Get up, "Speaking of which, are you still in contact with the Witches' Assembly?"

"You always knew." Aiden calmly picked up the teacup.

"You are not the only outstanding investigator of the Inquisition. Besides, you have been doing so much lately, it's hard not to know." Harold smoked his cigar expressionlessly.

"I just use criminals. This is my consistent style in prison. When you call me today, is it to invite you to the urn? Or is it just an appointment?" Aiden asked bluntly.

He knew that Harold couldn't bear to see him using the power of heretical criminals to deal with the incident. The concept of the Heretic Inquisition was still relatively traditional.

"I don't like you acting like this, but I have to say that what you do is somewhat positive. During the period when you became active, the number of witch-related crimes in the Autonomous Prefecture dropped by more than half. In the past two months, it has even dropped to as low as Single digits." Harold said slowly, "So, I'll turn a blind eye to you, but you have to remember..."

"Have you been supervising me behind my back?" Aiden continued with a smile.

He knew that Harold's visit to him would not be as simple as catching up with old times.

"It's good to know." Harold nodded.

But then Aiden suddenly changed the subject: "Has it been like this since I was transferred to prison six years ago?"

Harold was startled, then calmed down: "Have you known this all along?"

"I only discovered it recently. I... recalled some things." Aiden said quietly, "After the Blood Moon Order case six years ago, did 'I' ask you for anything specifically?"

Harold was silent, and his thoughts suddenly returned to a few years ago.

"...Director, for the specific information, I was silenced by that god, and I couldn't say anything even if I wanted to. There is only one thing I can say. In the future, I may become another person...I mean, Personality changes, I may even resign to do other jobs. This is a bit strange, but I hope you can believe it. In the future, I hope you can look at 'me' well, judge with your eyes, and look at 'me'. 'What kind of person will I become? If you find that 'I' have done something wrong, please don't be polite and deal with me directly. But if you find that 'I' can still be called upright, please... treat me as before. 'I'."

For a long time, he nodded silently to the current Aiden.

"It's enough to confirm this. I won't ask any more questions." Aiden ended the topic simply, "Thank you for always."

"Can you tell me, have you obtained 'that power'?" Harold asked in a lowered voice.

"Yes." Aiden admitted generously, "But please rest assured, at least for now, I stand on the side of 'order', I still act with the will I inherited, and I will not be much different from my previous self. I can only give such a guarantee now, you can confirm it with your own eyes."

"Okay then." Harold puffed on the cigar slowly, "If one day we stand on the opposite side, we will act like we did six years ago, even if it is a bit overconfident."

"I know." Aiden smiled.

"I said, since you said 'you' are still 'my previous self', then why don't you consider coming back..." Harold brought up the old matter again.

"That won't do. I'm the warden of the Rose Prison now." Aiden smiled and played with the uniform hat he took off. "Speaking of which, I have something to report to you."

"What?"

"Prisoner 4001, codenamed 'Saint'." Aiden read out Melifilia's number. "In the previous incident, the location of her cell was exposed. In an emergency, I moved her to another place."

"Such an important thing, you actually told me now?" Harold frowned in dissatisfaction, "Where did you move her to?"

"A space created by my power is safer than that underground cell." Aiden smiled, "Please rest assured, I will continue to be her guardian. After all... this is my job now."

The last part of tomorrow's article is left to the protagonist and the goddess of conspiracy. I will write as much as I can. If I have time, I will write a summary. Thank you again for reading this. I love you!