The warden who guards the witches.

Death row prisoners

　　The next day, the warden's office.

　　"Warden, all the prison blocks have been patrolled and there are no abnormalities." Warden Flanda respectfully saluted Aiden, who was sitting behind his desk.

　　"Well, okay." Aiden, who was burying his head in paperwork, nodded.

　　"These are the letters that were delivered to the warden's mailbox today, I brought them over for you." Flanda handed over a stack of neatly bundled envelopes.

　　"Why are there so many today? Any with official stamps?" Aiden glanced up.

　　"No, all regular mail."

　　"Then set it aside and I'll look at it later." Aiden gestured towards the corner of the desk with his pen.

　　The mailbox of the Warden of the Rosebud Iron Prison was open to the public, accepting deliveries from the public in addition to letters on work business for the purpose of collecting opinions, which Aiden had set up himself after taking office.

　　However, the general public seldom delivers to the prison, and most of the ordinary letters come from the inmates' family members, close friends, or other related people, with all kinds of contents.

　　These letters had a lower priority in terms of work and were usually dealt with last.

　　"And then here are the submissions from the inmates in the core area from yesterday, I've collated them for your perusal." Flanda presented up another sheet of report paper.

　　The rule that allowed the prisoners to regularly submit submissions to the warden was also a new addition after Aydin took office, and in the previous Rosebud Iron Prison, this kind of communication channel between the prisoners and the head of the prison before was unimaginable.

　　"Read it directly to me." Aiden instructed without looking up.

　　"Philippa, the tiger man in cell number two, has requested to purchase a fur comb, saying that it is for grooming fur during the changing season ......"

　　"Granted."

　　"All the inmates in room four request that the reading room be able to add the full collection of the novel The Bully Hell Duke and the Little Witch."

　　"They can read that kind of trashy novel? Approved."

　　"Kathryn in room six requested a dagger, said it was just to ward off evil spirits."

　　"Veto, tell her not to treat the warders like idiots."

　　"Also Anna ...... in room six she left a message on her application saying that sooner or later she will hang you and then hang the body from the mast of her flagship."

　　"Veto, replace all of that pirate's meals for the next two days with her hated dried turnips."

　　"Phyllis, the chimera in Room 13, has applied for a reduction in her sentence, saying she will thank you in a special way ......"

　　"Veto, tell her to submit a similar application again and wait for confinement!"

　　......

　　Aiden responded to the prisoner applications read by Flanda one by one while methodically handling the work at hand, and Flanda couldn't help but show a few looks of admiration for the superior in front of her.

　　Other than Aiden himself, no one knew that he was able to handle this job so well, mainly because he had experience working in a world that did not belong to this world.

　　Before coming to this world, he had worked diligently as a prison guard under another name, in a world where magic and fantasy species did not exist, until his untimely death due to illness.

　　Then, inexplicably, in this world, he began a new life as a young policeman who was assassinated in the countryside.

　　The "Aiden" before him was a senior investigator who was skilled in gunplay, swordplay, and even black magic. He belonged to a law enforcement agency called the Heresy Judgement Bureau, and had personally arrested many dangerous criminals - including the one who escaped from prison yesterday! Prince Ophelia of the Blood Clan, and of course, has made many mortal enemies for this reason.

　　After inheriting the memories of his predecessor Aiden, he immediately realised a serious problem - with his own little level of experience, if he were to continue to top this position for a second life, I'm afraid that it wouldn't take long before he would be martyred in the line of duty.

　　Fortunately, he soon discovered that in this world, he even had the opportunity to transfer to other judicial departments. Based on the principle of doing one line of work and loving one line of work, he tried his best to get himself transferred to work in a prison, and like in his previous life, he became a prison guard.

　　Then in just a few years, he relied on the work experience he had accumulated in his previous life and was promoted all the way to warden.

　　Although there weren't any golden fingers in the traditional sense of all sorts of weird and wacky things, he was generally satisfied that his experience from his previous life could come in handy.

　　Aiden finished the work at hand, lifted his face, and unexpectedly saw Flanda still standing in front of his desk, so he asked, "What else is going on?"

　　"The Ruler has a new inmate being brought in for the night that needs to be reported to you." Flanda replied.

　　"What kind of prisoner?"

　　Aiden knew it wouldn't be an ordinary inmate, ordinary inmates entering the prison didn't even need to specifically report to him, the warden, and would only slightly mention their identity and case file information in their weekly reports, like the pimped out chimera from yesterday.

　　"It's a senior officer in the mounted police force, Veronica Wolfe, twenty-two years old, sentenced to hang for killing a civilian, execution day scheduled for the twelfth of next month, asked to be handed over to the Core."

　　"Why hand over to the Core?" Aiden pursued.

　　Murderers were not a rare species at all in the Rosebud Iron Prison, and there was no need to throw them into the core area of the Rosebud Iron Prison or make a point of reporting them to him if they weren't dangerous people that other prisons would have trouble taking in.

　　"She is a pureblood werewolf." Flanda added.

　　"I see." Aiden understood.

　　Werewolves were given the special ability to be able to transform into wolves because of a curse, and at the same time, they were also tainted with the symptom that they would lose their minds at the sight of a full moon, and be dominated by the beast-like urge to kill.

　　Pure-blooded werewolves, on the other hand, are the kind of people whose entire bloodline has suffered a curse and were born with the werewolf curse.

　　Their bestial state was stronger than ordinary werewolves, and of course, their berserk state when out of control was even more terrifying.

　　Ordinary prisons could hardly accommodate werewolves, and those powerful werewolves could twist chains with their bare hands after transforming, easily holding the jailers hostage, which was the main reason why this prisoner would be handed over to the core area of the Rosebud Iron Prison.

　　"A werewolf actually managed to get into the Mounted Police as an officer, either he has outstanding abilities or he went through the back door, right?" Aiden said casually.

　　As a public official of the judiciary, Aiden had a certain understanding of the internal ethos of the police force. Werewolves were feared by the public because of the risk of losing control, and department leaders who were afraid of taking responsibility would not likely be willing to recruit such people at all, let alone reuse them.

　　"From the curriculum vitae, her personal ability is indeed extraordinary, at seventeen years old, she passed the selection test of the police force with full marks, captured two class A wanted criminals, and also made a second class merit when she was involved in the handling of a natural disaster level magical beast disaster, because of her outstanding performance she was rewarded, and this accident also caused the superior who promoted her to be disciplined."

　　"Such a rising star of the police force actually became a death row inmate, it's a bit interesting." Aiden nodded, "When's the handover?"

　　"This evening."

　　"Then schedule another patrol for tomorrow morning and I'll meet the new prisoner."

　　"Understood." Flanda was about to exit when she happened to see that Aiden's cup was empty, "I'll refill your tea."

　　"Don't bother ......"

　　"It's fine, it's just a lift."

　　Frida attentively reached for the cup of tea and exited the office, heading to the pantry.

　　"Good morning ...... Huh, isn't that the warden's cup?" Another colleague who had come over to pour the tea greeted her.

　　"Well, serving tea to the big man." Flanda replied back as she poured the tea.

　　"Indeed, this point of service still has to be there, without this big brother transferring over how can we live a good life where we have time to drink tea." Colleague emotionally shook his head, "Think about the time when I was so busy that I couldn't return home for many days, my husband almost divorced me."

　　"Alright, this rainbow fart is blowing, how about in the future you are specifically responsible for pouring tea for him?" Flanda smiled.

　　They were all considered the old guards of the Rosebud Iron Prison, and in terms of seniority of work here alone, Aiden was far inferior to them.

　　When Aiden was first transferred to the Rosebud Iron Prison, his apparent age was only in his early twenties, and many people were worried whether such a brat could cope with the work here.

　　You have to know that the Rosebud Iron Prison is almost concentrated in this continent's most dangerous magical girls, has always been a group of demons and accidents occur frequently, prison breaks and riots as if it were a common occurrence.

　　And compared to the same level of men's prison Thorn Iron Prison, Rosebud Iron Prison has not received enough attention, funds and manpower continued to be in short supply, resulting in very difficult to manage.

　　Even the warden ten years ago, but also in a large-scale riot was killed by the prisoners, after that the person who came up either voluntarily resigned or try to transfer away, until Aiden with excellent work performance, promoted to this position.

　　Immediately after taking office, Aidan pushed through a series of reforms to address the prison's plight.

　　He established a hierarchical mechanism for the treatment of prisoners, using a variety of incentives and disciplinary means to teach prisoners, with the authority to give benefits to buy capable model prisoners as pawns, additional education and rehabilitation departments, the establishment of reading rooms and sports facilities to alleviate the depressing mood of prisoners ......

　　Through this series of means he soon managed the entire Rosebud Iron Prison in a well-organised manner, making it leap from the worst prison in Silver City to a model prison that had been commended year after year.

　　After discipline and performance were caught up, the work of the prison guards became a lot easier.

　　Everyone was grateful to this young and talented warden, no one knew where he came up with all these tactics, in the eyes of everyone, this superior had both tact and an iron fist, a big brother that could be hugged tightly.

　　"By the way, you didn't forget to report about that death row inmate, did you?" A colleague reminded while pouring tea.

　　"How could I forget, such a big thing." Flanda shook her head.

　　"I heard that that guy not only injured even the colleague who came to arrest her, he also tried to attack the judge at the trial. It's scary, just because the other person said a few bad words, he went over in the middle of the night in a feverish state of mind and killed them." The colleague tsked with his teacup, "Having a werewolf as a police officer, I don't know what the people in the mounted police force were thinking."

　　"This kind of death row inmate is the most troublesome, can't even imagine what she'd get up to, I'm a bit worried to be honest." Flanda frowned slightly, "We still have to feed this kind of monster for more than a month before the execution day, the prison's boundary can only seal magic, it can't do anything to this kind of werewolf."

　　"This kind of scene ...... the warden should be able to hold it down." Colleagues also not without worry said.

　　"Well, let's hope nothing goes wrong."