The warden who guards the witches

"The warden arranged for me to manage this library during my sentence, and I like it very much. Except when a large number of books are updated, it is generally a sinecure. I help the warden, and the warden also allows me to continue studying necromancy. , But... Generally speaking, there are quite a lot of restrictions. You see, I can’t get a corpse to dissect here like before, right?" Arsena said while sorting out the books on the shelf, "So I am quite free in this prison. Yes, occasionally I read different books, covering a wide range of topics.”

"So you are just trying to read these books?" Saira tried to ask.

"I've read some similar stories. Although they all follow similar routines, they are still quite interesting in general. At least I'm not tired of them yet." Arsena paused before adding, "By the way. The loan rate of these books in the core area is quite high.”

"Is this... a joke?" Saira asked suspiciously.

She thought about the prisoners she had seen in the core area these days - in general, there were almost few normal people, either vicious or mysterious, and none of them seemed to be interested in love in the public opinion.

"It's true." Arsena replied, "Anyway, they are fictional stories that do not exist in reality. Who can see the difference?"

"I just thought it was a bit surprising that you would be interested in this kind of... love and love thing." Saira explained.

"We are not ordinary people, but we are all human beings." Arsena replied calmly, "We all eat, drink, and have diarrhea, so how much difference can there be in our needs? Ah, but we have to exclude some people who are particularly deviant from ordinary people, such as those who are inside and outside the gate. Those two lichs, and the madman in Room 3... Oh, and the succubus in Room 13 - that guy is just a collection of pure desires. Among the rest, some people have experienced feelings, and some have experienced emotions. Some people don’t have it, and some people don’t want to experience it, but generally speaking, the majority are interested in this kind of thing.”

"So, so...Miss Arsenal, are you also interested?" Saira asked cautiously.

Although it was only temporary, she still felt that it was necessary to get closer to her roommate. It was still too uncomfortable to stay in the cell every day with a necromancer who was as silent as a dead person. At least he still had to have basic communication.

"I have liked others after all." Arsena said lightly.

"Is that so..." Saira agreed subconsciously, then looked over with wide eyes, "Eh?"

"Do you have any objections again?" Arsena glanced back at her.

"No, no!" Saira was frightened again and quickly denied it. This lifeless and cold look was more frightening than glaring at others with anger.

Arsena finally withdrew her gaze, casually pulled out a new book on the bookshelf and flipped through it: "Studying necromancy will weaken the interference between people's spirit and body, but this does not mean that we will completely cut off our feelings. Please don't have any. Too much prejudice.”

"Then...who is the other party?" Saira tried to expand on this topic.

"It's my teacher who taught me necromancy." Arsena did not avoid the question and answered very frankly.

"That's right, he's very lucky." Saira's heart trembled when she heard this answer - she herself was the same, but she still tried to liven up the atmosphere calmly.

"Yeah, very lucky." Arsenal agreed calmly, "Then that stupid man died in my hands."

"Huh?" Saira was speechless for a moment, and the atmosphere instantly froze.

What is going on? Is this the kind of plot where I kill the person I like and then use necromancy to preserve the body, so that he will always be mine? Saira guessed in surprise.

Fortunately, the other party quickly gave an explanation.

"Who let me find out that he wanted to kill me?" Arsena shrugged, "Even from a secular perspective, it should be regarded as self-defense. Fortunately, that guy is also a notorious sinner, and I was caught At that time, no one held me accountable for killing him.”

"He wants to kill you? You also-" Saira blurted out, but she stopped mid-sentence.

"Also?" Arsena did not miss the information revealed in a few words.

She looked at Saira and kept staring. This was probably the first time she had taken a serious look at her new roommate.

"Oh, it seems that your relationship experience is also very interesting." She nodded in the end and continued to explain, "Don't be surprised, master-disciple killings are very common in the world of necromancers. The spirit of necromancers is stripped out The evil spirits themselves are the best materials for necromancy. Most necromancers take apprentices with the purpose of harvesting their souls. Of course, if the apprentices also become excellent necromancers, they will have the same idea. As far as I'm concerned, I'm indeed a fairly good necromancer."

For the first time, Saira felt some kind of "empathy" from this roommate who seemed as cold as an iceberg. She was also targeted by the object of her love for her life. How did she feel at that time?

Judging from Arsenal's current appearance, she obviously no longer cares about the past, and Saira is curious about what kind of change in mood she has experienced.

Could it be that the warden knew that they had similar experiences and arranged for Arsena to be her bodyguard?

"What did you think when you knew he wanted to kill you?" Saira tried to "interview" the other party.

"Thoughts? What else could I think? Disappointment, then fear. I hesitated for a while whether to escape or fight back, and finally decided that it would be better to kill him, which would not only eliminate future troubles but also take away his research and soul." Arsenal still answered calmly.

"You are really calm." Sera suddenly envied the other party's "coldness". This state of mind was something she could never learn.

As expected, as an ordinary person, she still had a big gap with these people.

"What else can I do if I don't stay calm? Confess to him and hope he can spare my life?" Arsena's tone was rarely ironic, "Most men's love for women is based on physical pursuit - I don't mean to despise, I'm just stating the facts, and it should be said that this is normal. And he, a man who wants to turn himself into a lich and cut off all physical desires, is not interested in women. How could he give up his persistence for most of his life because of a woman's confession? He doesn't love me, why should I love him?"

Sera was silent for a long time after hearing this, and finally laughed at himself: "You really see it clearly."

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Arsena said.

"Unfortunately, many people can't convince themselves immediately even if they understand it." Sera shook her head.