The warden who guards the witches.

Public Executions

　The next day, Ophelia stayed in her cell, sitting on her hands and knees, looking terrified.

　　After being caught, Aiden didn't throw her into a confinement cell, but had her sent back to the eighth room where he lived.

　　With what she knew about Aiden, there was absolutely no way that man would let her go.

　　Participating in a riot and attempting to murder the warden was never going to be solved by a few days in solitary confinement and more jail time.

　　If she could escape this prison by drilling a toilet now, she honestly wouldn't mind at all.

　　A good while passed, she heard the sound of the core area's gate opening, and couldn't help but feel her heart sink.

　　It was just a matter of time, what was to come would always come, it's a blessing not a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided.

　　She made up her mind in her heart, no matter what Aiden was going to do to her next, she definitely wouldn't even frown.

　　At the very least, it was necessary to preserve her dignity as a Blood Prince!

　　And so, a few seconds later ......

　　"Ophelia, the time of reckoning has come."

　　Aiden appeared in front of the cell door and shouted inside.

　　He was silent for a moment at the sight of the cell, then couldn't help but roll his eyes, "What are you doing hiding under the covers?"

　　There was no one to be seen in the cell at a glance, only the quilt was bulging and still shaking slightly, obviously hiding someone.

　　"I, I'm not there!"

　　Because of being covered in the quilt, Ophelia's voice sounded jarred.

　　"Don't run away from reality, you have to pay for breaking the rules. Yesterday, you were quite proud of your offence, is it fun to confess to me now?" Aiden opened the cell door with a good-natured and amused smile and banged on the bars, "Hurry up, are you considered a Blood Prince like this?"

　　This sentence once again woke up Ophelia, anyway, she can't avoid it, she can't die, she has just made up her mind to fight the warden head on, what's the decency of committing cowardice so easily?

　　When she thought of this, her anger rose from her heart, and she was scared to death, she lifted up the quilt and got up to glare at the door: "Okay, come on, I'm still afraid of you--"

　　She choked on her words.

　　Because she saw Aiden standing sideways beside the door, pointing to a set of erected crosses with a calm face, "Very well, then go up yourself!"

　　At this moment, Ophelia felt a little weak in the knees.

　　"You ...... tell me first what you intend to do?" She tentatively asked towards Aiden, losing all of her aura from earlier.

　　"What do you want to do that you don't already know? I told you about it before when you broke out of prison, didn't I." Aiden said while making a fist pump.

　　Ophelia then remembered what Aiden had threatened her with when she tried to make a move on Aiden when she broke out of prison:

　　"If you dare to make a move, after I catch you this time I will tie you to a cross, stuff your mouth full of garlic, and throw you into the sun for a day."

　　Ophelia instantly felt her blood run cold all over her body.

　　"You won't ...... play for real, right?" Her voice trembled.

　　"People should speak with honour, if they say they will let you sunbathe, then they will definitely sunbathe." Aiden patted the cross and said, "You screw up so aggressively, and when you want to be punished you are so ugly, so it's hard for me to do it."

　　At this moment, Ophelia finally recalled the fear of being dominated by the Warden, and the humiliation of being imprisoned in the Iron Prison of the Rose.

　　"I don't want it!!!" Ophelia grabbed the iron bed with a death grip in despair, no longer caring about dignity.

　　"Drag her out." Aiden twisted his head, ordering Veronica behind him.

　　"Yes."

　　Veronica stepped into the cell with large strides and walked over to her, breaking Ophelia's hands apart without mercy and carrying her outside.

　　"I don't want to go to the t*****e chamber! DON'T! Let go of me! Don't aaaaahhhh! Whoa whoa whoa!!!"

　　Ophelia struggled for her life, but having lost her magical power boost, she really had no chance of winning against Veronica in a fight for strength.

　　Veronica effortlessly grabbed her and tied her hands and feet to the cross like she was tying up a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

　　Immediately after that, Aiden shoved a canteen spout into Ophelia's mouth, who subconsciously tried to wrench it away, but she then realised that the next thing that was poured into her mouth wasn't even some kind of dangerous holy water, but rather blood - though not human blood, just the raw pig's blood that she usually drank from in this prison, collected from the slaughterhouse.

　　Aiden dunked her a few times before removing the bladder, and Ophelia looked at her quizzically.

　　"Don't get me wrong, severed meal. I'll give you some blood first, so if you can't hold out later, you can at least make a full death." Aiden smiled at her, "But I think it should be fine, vampires above the Count can more or less resist a little bit of sunlight damage, and you, a Prince, surely can't die."

　　After saying that he put away the kettle with the blood in it, and then took out a garlic from his pocket.

　　Ophelia's scalp instantly tingled up, "Hey, you don't really want to ......"

　　"Not a single part." Aiden took out a head of garlic from his pocket and started peeling it for himself.

　　If anything, the scent of raw garlic wafted over, an odour that was nothing to humans, but to vampires, it really was a strong stench.

　　"Will you be a human!" Ophelia felt bad about her entire being.

　　"Cut the crap and open your mouth honestly." Aiden took a few already peeled garlic and said affectionately to Ophelia, "Come on, ah-"

　　Ophelia clenched her teeth and pursed her lips, pinning her head to the side.

　　"Tickle her." Aiden came at Veronica.

　　"Yes."

　　Veronica continued to faithfully carry out Aiden's order, reaching out from behind and aiming her hand at Ophelia's armpit, scratching it vigorously.

　　Because both her hands were tied, Ophelia couldn't dodge at all, and could only let the other party ravage her armpits.

　　The vampire's body's sense of touch wasn't too different from a human's, at first she was still hardened and held on for a short while, but after a few seconds passed, she began to squirm restlessly, and when Veronica continued to increase her strength, she finally couldn't help but laugh, "Pfft, hahahaha ...... *! Mmmmmmmmmm-"

　　Her laughter came to a screeching halt as Aiden, quick as a flash, shoved all of the peeled garlic into her mouth and then slapped a piece of tape on it in the process.

　　Even though vampires didn't need to breathe, this was the moment Ophelia felt suffocated, the strong scent of raw garlic filling her mouth and nose and smothering her to the point where she almost fainted.

　　But if she swallowed all that garlic, she could also expect her intestines to turn over, and the blood she had just drank would definitely pour out.

　　"Drag it away." Aiden waved his hand.

　　Immediately, two rioters stepped forward and pulled Ophelia, who was rolling her eyes, towards the outside of the core area.

　　The inmates in the core area stood in front of the door and watched this public execution, none of them squeaking, even the inmates who usually made the most noise were the same.

　　On this day, the inmates in the core area fully understood the ruthlessness of the head prisoner.