The warden who guards the witches.

A Black Cauldron

　A quarter of an hour later, Aiden and Veronica appeared in the meeting room, separated by an iron table, on that side sat Carmilla, who had been brought over from the confinement room.

　　"I didn't think that being locked up in confinement actually had a chance to come out and let off steam na, suddenly calling me to this kind of small room ...... the warden wants to play something exciting with me here?" Carmilla quite a bit arrogantly grinned at Aiden, and glanced at Veronica, "Also brought an extra little secretary? Playing quite openly."

　　"Watch your mouth, if you break all your teeth you won't even be able to eat." Veronica coldly locked eyes with Carmilla.

　　The opening scene was a dialogue full of gunpowder, but both of them looked like they were used to it.

　　Carmilla used to be a small leader of the gangs, and Veronica used to be a mounted police officer who was on the same page with the gangs, so tit-for-tat like this was naturally the norm.

　　Aiden, who often received greetings from the prisoner Zuan, also had a breezy look, and opened the door to Carmela: "Calling you here, is a question I want to ask you ......"

　　"Can I have a cigarette?" Carmela suddenly interrupted him.

　　"Are you thinking about fart eating?" Aiden's face was expressionless.

　　It wasn't like there was a total smoking ban in the prison, but there was still a fair amount of control over inmate smoking.

　　Prisoners with low treatment levels who were in the midst of disciplinary confinement were naturally all without cigarettes, and Carmilla had both.

　　"Aigoo, there's no need to be so serious. It was just a joke ......" Carmela smiled playfully again, "It's so hard to get addicted to being locked up in there, just one puff, I'll co-operate with whatever I'm asked to do!"

　　Veronica rolled her eyes, she was most annoyed by this kind of old fossilised prisoner, who always had to talk about things and occasionally make conditions, making the police officers take their time and effort.

　　But she wasn't the one on the spot, so she could only glance at her superior, who was sitting next to her.

　　Without a word, Aiden took a thin roll of cigarettes and matches from the pocket of his uniform and tossed them over with a flick of his hand.

　　Carmela, now happy, hurriedly took it in her shackled hand, took it familiarly, and lit the cigarette.

　　Veronica was a little surprised that Aiden, who didn't smoke himself, still had a cigarette in his pocket - although he had initially refused Carmela, he actually seemed to have anticipated her request and made extra preparations.

　　Carmela took a sharp sip and exhaled a mouthful of smoke with a cosy look on her face, and then slightly frowned and surveyed the cigarette in her hand, "Isn't this the kind of poor quality cigarettes that are sold in the prisons?"

　　"Still want me to get you an excellent cigar?" Aiden sneered, "Now put that cigarette out for me, one puff if you say so."

　　"Fine, fine, you're the best in your territory, you're the boss." Carmela replied back in a tongue-in-cheek tone, directly twisting out the freshly lit cigarette with her finger.

　　"The reason I'm asking you questions today is because I received an anonymous letter here about your previous case ......"

　　Aiden took out the piece of letter paper and waved it around before briefly telling Carmilla what had happened.

　　"...... So, what do you say?" Finally, Aiden asked, his eyes burning into Carmilla's.

　　Carmilla's expression didn't change much the entire time, and it was impossible to tell what was going on in her mind.

　　Carmilla let out a long breath as she listened, then raised an eyebrow at Aiden, "That's it? I thought I was called here specifically for something big ......"

　　The reaction took Aiden by surprise for a moment - she seemed to be, well, completely oblivious to the fact that she might have been falsely accused.

　　"So, what do you mean?" Aiden gestured for her to make her point.

　　"That's what the letter said, so that's probably what happened." Carmilla scratched her ear with a disinterested look on her face, "As I recall I only punched the boy twice, once in the chest and once in the face, when he still had the strength to run away. As far as my experience goes, those who aren't already physically incapable usually can't be beaten to death, and I've been a fighter for a few years at least."

　　"In that case, there's a real possibility that you took the fall." Aiden asked tentatively.

　　"I suppose so." Carmilla returned flatly.

　　"But you seem rather unconcerned about it." Aiden clasped his hands together.

　　Also believing that she had taken the fall and gone to prison, Carmilla and Veronica reacted very differently, with absolutely no intention of trying to turn the tables on themselves.

　　Knowing that she had actually been forced by a rival g**g to take a beating to death and landed in jail for so many years, a normal reaction would have been to storm out, not to mention Carmilla's irascible and combative personality.

　　"Yeah, because it's always occurred to me that I might have been underhanded." Carmilla shrugged, "That kind of tactic isn't exactly rare in the underworld."

　　"So you're not appealing? Since you were wrongly accused, you can at least fight for some leeway." Aiden questioned.

　　"Wrongfully accused?" Carmilla glared as if she had heard a joke, then laughed out loud, "Hahaha ...... my jailer-sama ah, just carrying a black pot doesn't mean that I'm innocent as a person. Just the things I committed in the past add up, not to mention squatting in the cell for eight years, even if it is squatting to death, or going to the gallows is not strange ah."

　　She said narrowing her eyes that shimmered with a golden shimmer, "You can ask that little secretary beside you about that kind of thing, I used to be a bit of a celebrity with the mounted police in the olden days."

　　Aiden looked to Veronica, who nodded, "I've heard of her, though I haven't directly taken on her cases before. Before she went to jail for this incident, Carmilla had a lot of cases hanging over her. Intentional injury, robbery, extortion, k********g, unlawful detention ...... All the cases are at least life imprisonment if they all get convicted with evidence."

　　"That's what it's all about, I'm a total mess ah. You wouldn't be unaware of that, would you, Lord Jailer?" Carmilla laughed out loud without shame.

　　"That's true."

　　Aiden nodded softly in agreement.

　　He had at least spent a year or so with Carmilla.

　　It was nearly impossible to find someone in a g**g with a completely clean arse.

　　As a class of systematic law-breaking organisations with a long history and a strong hierarchy, gangs tended to have quite sophisticated anti-investigation methods - eliminating evidence, bribery, or even outright finding someone to cover their asses - and the skeleton members of a g**g would always try to protect themselves in any way they could to make it difficult for the police to take a shot at them.

　　"But I'm afraid none of your previous offences have been caught with evidence that could convict you, or else they would have all been sentenced to your head long ago. Don't tell me you swallowed this to come here and go to jail because you suddenly wanted to clean up your act." Aiden said.

　　"I didn't want to, but at that point, I didn't have much of a choice." Carmilla shrugged, "After all, that bunch of mounted police, they weren't all booze hounds."

　　Aiden was still confused, and just wanted to ask a follow-up question, when Veronica spoke up as if she had been enlightened, "So that's how it is, did you ...... make a deal with the mounted police?"