The warden who guards the witches.

The Heresy Bureau

Leaning on his cane, Aiden stood at the corner of the street and looked out at the huge, rather old building not far away.

　　The grey walls were neatly lined with narrow windows, and the bell-tower-like spire was painted a dark red; at first glance, the style of the building didn't look too different from the city hall or other public buildings in the city, just a little darker in colour.

　　However, standing in the building around the high walls and sentries, standing upright in the door wearing a trench coat uniform with a g*n guards still highlights the solemn atmosphere of this place where no one is allowed to come near.

　　And the reason for this was written in large letters on the sign to the left of the gate: Heresy Judgement Bureau.

　　Aiden leaned on his cane and walked through the gate, the guard at the door recognised him and immediately greeted him, "Haven't been here for a while Captain, want to have a drink tonight?"

　　"No, still have work, is the old man at the bureau today?" Aiden returned calmly.

　　"Should be there, haven't seen him out yet."

　　Aiden walked straight through the door, directly skipping a series of check-ins.

　　This was the unit where Aiden, or should I say his former owner of this body, used to work, where the former Aiden served as a senior investigator, the so-called superior Inquisitor.

　　In this world, the Heresy Judgement Bureau was an armed organisation that was associated with both the military and the police, and to a certain extent, it could be compared to the special armed police in Aiden's previous world.

　　Unlike the kind of religious persecution activities in Aiden's previous world where innocent women were tied to the stake and burned to death in the name of witch hunting, in this world where black magic, magical creatures, and even evil gods existed in real life, the Heresy Trial was a very serious matter.

　　The Heresy Judgement Bureau is the armed force responsible for detecting, suppressing and arresting criminal activities involving supernatural forces other than black magic and humans. The Heresy Judgement Bureau cautiously fights against these various supernatural forces and maintains the order in which mortals live.

　　Of course, the nature of this work also dictates that a career here is unlikely to last long, especially for the front-line Judges, who tend to die in the line of duty at a rate far higher than any other organisation.

　　In order to survive in this world, Aiden tried his best to transfer himself to the prison, but he still couldn't completely disconnect from his former unit.

　　Firstly, the nature of the Heretic Judgement Bureau dictated that most of the prisoners in the core area of the Rosebud Iron Prison would pass through here, and secondly, in order to obtain approval for the transfer, he was still working as an assisting officer, additionally helping the Heretic Judgement Bureau with the task of guarding Merefilia.

　　After resolving the incident with the Meru Kino, Aiden had an additional connection to his original unit - after inheriting Ivantha's physical ability, which was strictly regulated by the Heresy Judgement Bureau, he was forced by rule to report his whereabouts to the Heresy Judgement Bureau on a regular basis.

　　Originally, with the connections he had left here in the past, it was not impossible to complete this daily formality with letters. It was just that this time, he had reasons that had to be discussed in person.

　　After greeting some of his former colleagues along the way, Aiden arrived at the door of the director's office and knocked.

　　"Come in." A low voice sounded from the door.

　　Aiden pushed the door open and greeted the owner of the office with a wide smile, "I'm here to see you Chief, how have you been?"

　　Behind the desk sat the grey-haired old man with an angular and unruly face, the old man's left eye had an unnatural murky grey colour, and shocking scars stretched from his forehead across his eyelids to his cheeks, but compared to his muscles that seemed to be bursting through his uniform, this feature wasn't the most visually striking.

　　Harold, the head of the Heresy Judgement Bureau in Silver City, was Aiden's former superior and arguably former Aiden's career mentor.

　　To Aiden, if he wants to summarise the old man in front of him in one sentence, it is a meaty hard man ...... No, it is an old hard man.

　　This body of exaggerated muscles, as well as to eliminate heresy as the vocation, can always make Aiden associated with the kind of old paladin who will dozens of kilograms of heavy war hammer wielded to the roaring wind, or can be shouted "great power Tianlong" at the same time with a palm to break the demons and ghosts of the sky cover of the holy monk of the martial arts school.

　　The old hardened chief looked up indifferently at the youth who greeted him enthusiastically with a bemused expression, and spewed a single word out of his mouth with a straight face: "Get lost."

　　"Don't be so mean to your past subordinates."

　　Aiden didn't feel embarrassed and naturally sat down on the sofa where his guest was sitting, he still had a certain understanding of Harold's knife-like temper.

　　"Have you not been promoted to a higher position, and now you are equal to me still what to set close?" Harold returned with some exasperation.

　　After leaving the Heresy Judgement Bureau, Aiden and Harold no longer had the so-called superior-subordinate relationship. This was even more so after Aiden was promoted to warden in the Rosebud Iron Prison.

　　The Rosebud Iron Prison and the Heresy Judgement Bureau were not in the same system. If you only looked at the rank of public positions, the warden of the Rosebud Iron Prison and the director of the Heresy Judgement Bureau in Silver City were actually on equal footing.

　　"Being able to get ahead at least shows that I'm doing my duty." Aiden grinned.

　　"What kind of s**t is going on today? Have a fart." Harold waved his hand impatiently.

　　Without further ado, Aiden handed over his long-prepared application with both hands.

　　Harold opened the envelope and took it out and scanned it twice, then directly threw the paper to the side: "Taking the control ability to cooperate with the mounted police to go gangster together? You're so idle you don't just come back to your job?"

　　"There's a reason I'm doing this, it says so ......"

　　Aiden was just halfway through his sentence when Harold directly interrupted him impatiently, "Toss it around all you want, I don't want to care, just don't make a mess for me."

　　"Thanks a lot then Chief." Aiden smiled.

　　He understood that this meant approval, to carry out this plan, it was necessary for him to inform the Heresy Judgement Bureau with a word beforehand, so as not to leave himself with unnecessary trouble afterwards.

　　"The number of people applying to join the bureau after you left has become less and less, if this continues I reckon that sooner or later I will have to replace this old bone of mine on the first line ......," Harold complained while taking out a cigar and holding it in his mouth.

　　Aiden in the Heresy Judgement Bureau was once Harold's expectations of the rising star, but in the end in an assassination wounded suddenly as if scared out of their wits as eager to transfer out of the unit to the prison "old age", in the eyes of Harold this is tantamount to being a deserter.

　　"You're old and strong-"

　　"Don't grease me, disappear, I'm sick of seeing your face." Harold glared at him.

　　"I'm off then." Aiden took off his hat.

　　Just as he was about to go out, Harold suddenly came, "By the way, why don't you visit Rebecca when you have the chance, she's recuperating now."

　　"Rebecca ...... Did something happen to her?" Aiden froze.