The warden who guards the witches

Afternoon, in the infirmary in the core area of ​​the prison.

"Okay, prisoner 3271, you can come in."

Hearing the voice from the infirmary, the prison guard pushed Silane, who was shackled, into the infirmary.

"Sit down here."

The one who greeted them inside was not the doctor on duty in the infirmary, but Arsenal, the necromancer commissioned by the warden.

Silane was approaching her deadline, and during this process, her resentment became more and more intense, and her power became stronger and stronger. Aiden had to take additional sealing measures to suppress her surging magic power. During the last period of Silane, he assigned Arsenal to regularly check the seal on Silane.

Facing Arsenal, who had been unlocked to a certain extent, the prison guard who brought Silane here was still a little apprehensive, after all, the warden was not on the scene.

Although everyone knew that this necromancer was one of the model prisoners personally appointed by the warden to assist the prison guards, she was still a prisoner at the red alert level.

Fortunately, the prison guard immediately saw Veronica standing in the infirmary with her arms folded, monitoring the scene, and immediately felt a little relieved.

Now Veronica has become half of the warden's secretary. Many things that Aiden had to do in the past are now basically pushed to Veronica by the warden.

Other prison guards dare not monitor Arsena, who has opened the temporary spellcasting authority, to perform tasks, but Veronica has the courage to do so - because she is strong enough. In the previous riot, she swept through the entire infirmary rioters alone and became famous in one battle.

As if noticing the prison guard's uneasiness, Veronica looked over and said to the prison guard: "I'll help you watch here, you go to the door and wait."

"Okay." The prison guard nodded gratefully, retreated to the outside of the infirmary and closed the door.

Arsena pointed the staff at Silain's forehead and chanted the spell softly. Soon Silain, who was sitting on the chair, twitched her body and was forced to raise her face like a puppet pulled by invisible silk threads.

The smoke-like spirit was forcibly pulled out of her eyes that flashed with ghostly lights, and gathered into a ball at the end of Arsenal's staff.

After a few seconds, Arsenal interrupted the spell, and Silane fell back on the back of the chair, her hands and feet limp, as if she had spent a lot of energy - while Arsenal was searching her soul, she cast a soul-binding spell on her to bind the dead spirits, so that she would not cooperate with her work.

Arsenal waved her staff at the basin prepared in advance, and flicked the spirit extracted from Silane into the magic potion for testing.

In an instant, the ink-stained blackness spread in the colorless testing potion, and soon the colorless liquid in the entire basin turned into a dark black.

"Your resentment has risen to this level in just a few days. Your resentment is really extraordinary." Arsenal commented lightly, "We must use a ritual to strengthen the seal."

"Please, I have no time." Silane pleaded weakly, looking at Arsenal with eyes full of persistence, "I just want to kill the murderer who killed my son..."

She had no knowledge of necromancy, but she could also instinctively feel the changes in her power and the premonition that the time limit was approaching.

When Camilla came out of the confinement room, she would probably only have a few days to take revenge. The little power of the "last glimmer" before the resurrection of the corpse disappeared was her only trump card to kill Camilla, who had dragon blood.

But when the warden ordered Arsenal to keep blocking her power, she would not even have the chance to grasp this only trump card.

"I am just following the warden's orders. Please don't embarrass me." Arsenal just glanced at her and rejected her flatly.

"Veronica, can you help lift the bed for the unconscious patient here? This guy is so heavy!" The prison doctor standing in the corner treating another prisoner waved to Veronica.

Veronica glanced at the powerless Silain, and was sure that she couldn't do anything, so she responded to the prison doctor: "Come!"

"Well, I need someone to help me complete the ceremony here." Arsenal suddenly said.

"I'll go over there to help first, and then come back to help you." Veronica replied briefly.

At this time, Miru Jinu came out of the inner room and took the initiative to interrupt: "Why don't I help Arsenal with the ceremony? I know black magic, so I'm more suitable for this."

Because of her proficiency in pharmacology, Miru Jinu is occasionally thrown into the infirmary to help the prison doctor under supervision.

Veronica frowned at her slightly, with distrust written all over her face.

"I won't do any tricks, I still have to live." Miru Jinu quickly raised her hand and smiled.

"It's better this way." Veronica glared at Mirujinu intimidatingly, then turned to help the prison doctor.

"What do you need me to do?" Mirujinu turned to Arsenal.

"Wrap these bandages around her wrists, ankles, and neck, and wrap them twice each." Arsenal took out a bandage with a spell written on it in red potion and gave simple instructions, and handed Mirujinu a note, "Because it's a ritual, the spell will be longer. After I finish chanting a section, you will sing one sentence of the spell on it in sequence."

"Enhanced form of summoning grammar? Got it." Mirujinu read the note and returned it.

"Have you studied necromancy?"

"I have dabbled in it." Mirujinu took the bandage, "Is it really okay to have such a crudely made ritual prop?"

"There is no shroud specially used to seal the dead here, so we have to make do with what we have. The most important thing in the ceremony is the host, not the props. Okay, let's start." After saying that, Arsenal held the staff in front of her and began to concentrate on preparing for the spell.

Miru Jinu approached Silain, who had already been cursed with the soul-binding spell, with a bandage and began to bandage her.

She turned back quietly, glanced at Arsenal, who was concentrating on chanting the pre-spell, and then glanced at the corner - Veronica was helping the prison doctor carefully move a prisoner with external injuries, and no one noticed her for the time being.

Taking this opportunity, she lowered her voice and talked to Silain: "How pitiful, she came to seek revenge with the intention of becoming a vengeful spirit, but was suppressed by the warden so much that she could only die with hatred... Perhaps, I can help you."

Silain suddenly opened her eyes wide, and the faint light flashing in her eyes lit up.

"I have a grudge against the warden, and I want to cause him some trouble." Miruji said in a soft voice, "If you can move freely today, come to the reading room of the library. I can give you something that can kill Camilla."