The warden who guards the witches.

The Gold Medalist

　"I told you it was okay, it's after six. Give me a break, I have to work today." Aiden looked at his pocket watch and yawned widely.

　　In fact by four o'clock or so he was begging for mercy, but Melifioria had no intention of letting him off the hook at all.

　　From Flight Chess to homemade Monopoly, from Draw King's Eight to Texas Hold'em to Blackjack, he accompanied Melifioria for the entire night, losing more than he could win.

　　His eyelids started fighting in the latter half of the night, and now he was conversely less sleepy, but his head was still groggy, so he thought it would be impossible not to doze off at work today.

　　"Just as well, you're in such a poor state that continuing to play won't be enjoyable." Melifillia finally let go, "Come visit me often, it's weirdly boring if you keep sleeping."

　　"I'll try my best." Aiden stowed the cards and chess pieces on the table in the toy box, grabbed his hat and put it on, and turned around, ready to leave.

　　"Live a long life, 'Aiden'." Melifioria said as she looked at his back, "You're the one I worked so hard to summon from another world, don't be as short-lived as your predecessor."

　　"I want to live longer myself, go tell your believers such things." Aiden sighed.

　　He stepped out of the cell and reclosed the door. Accompanied by the sound of chains and gears, the secret silver cast cell door quickly closed.

　　The cell door closed up tightly, completely separating the two men.

　　Aiden subconsciously touched his chest - underneath his uniform, there was a twisted scar there.

　　The previous Aiden had died from this fatal wound that ran through his heart. The one who killed him was a certain fanatic follower of the deity that was sealed inside Melifillia - the founder of that order.

　　After the death of the former Aiden, the one who summoned the current "Aiden" to this world to borrow his soul was also this deity - when Aiden and Melifioria met for the first time, she graciously admitted this.

　　To this day, he still hasn't been able to figure out for what purpose Melifillia summoned him. But at least, the other party had not shown any obvious hostility towards him.

　　Right now, he could only temporarily regard Melifillia as one of the prisoners under his management, and treat her like any other prisoner, making use of her while dutifully guarding her - this was also the most appropriate relationship between himself and the prisoner in his mind.

　　Returning to his office, he first went and called for the warder on duty that day, and instructed the other to bring the two prisoners from Core Eleven and Twelve to his office when it was time to leave for work.

　　After two hours had passed, the prison guard brought Ivantha, who lived in room eleven, and Witch Daley, who lived in room twelve, together to the warden's office and knocked on the door, "Warden, the people have been brought over."

　　Aiden, who was lying on the table to catch up on his sleep, awoke with a start, hurriedly wiped his face, and opened his mouth to shout, "Let them in!"

　　The prison guard opened the door and let the two female inmates enter the office, then closed the door.

　　Normally, high-risk prisoners whose alert level had reached red, not only did they need to wear handcuffs and anklets when they were transferred, but they also needed to have a whole team of riot squads following them at all times.

　　However, both Ivantha and Daley were exceptions to this rule, and it was an open secret amongst the guards that they served the prison guards as specially selected model inmates. Of course, the only one who would call on them was Aiden as the warden.

　　Other guards, such as Flanda as the head of the core area, were not completely without this power, as Aiden allowed her to call on these model prisoners to deal with some unexpected emergencies. But unlike Aiden, the other guards generally avoided contact with these inmates as much as possible - they all knew very well that even if these inmates were collared, they were still incredibly dangerous beasts by nature.

　　"Have a seat, what can I get you to drink?" Aiden gestured towards the guest seat next to him.

　　"Black coffee!" Daley smiled.

　　"Milk tea." Ivantha grimaced.

　　Aiden had help prepare the hot tea and coffee, placing the small jug with fresh milk and the sugar jar on the table as well.

　　Daley served the black coffee straight away without adding anything, while Ivantha added fresh milk to the black tea before picking up the sugar pot and pouring sugar directly into the milk tea.

　　"Hey, you're not afraid to snore yourself to death!" Daley was shocked by Ivantha's sugar-doesn't-cost-anything gesture.

　　"Don't mind her, she has an impaired sense of taste, if it's not sweet enough she can't taste it." Aiden said as he sat behind the table.

　　Daley turned to Aiden, "So Warden, any more special jobs for us today?"

　　"In your case, the task is the same as before, a surveillance mission, the target of the surveillance is still the same person, starting in the afternoon until the evening, I'll arrange it later, you'll be on standby until the point." Aiden didn't talk much nonsense with her, and bluntly delivered the content of the mission.

　　"As you wish." Daley smiled sweetly and gave Aiden a parting one-eyed wink, "So Warden, 'that' should be coming up as well."

　　Aiden stared at Daley for a moment and sighed bitterly, "Say, what do you want?"

　　"I want a little different reward this time." Daley said ruffling her long silky black hair, "I'd like to request a hairdresser to come and fix my hair, it's been splitting a bit lately."

　　Aiden nodded heavily after hearing this, "Good, after fixing your hair, I will then arrange for you to go to a luxurious bathhouse to take a bath, then arrange for the best masseuse to press you for an hour, and finally arrange for you to have a beautiful sleep in the high-class suite of the White River Hotel."

　　"Really!?" Dai Li had a flattered look on her face.

　　"What do you say?" Aiden looked at her with a smirk.

　　"Umm ......" Daley blushed, then reacted, "Yeah, sorry la, I got carried away!"

　　"Have some sense of proportion yourself." Aiden restrained his smile.

　　Prisoners were still prisoners after all, and prison was a place to enforce punishment, even if they had to use the sugar and whip management method, the whip should always be the main focus. If you were too indulgent with these prisoners, they would soon get the better of you.

　　"Then the cream cake on Seventh Street will do." Daley pointed at her finger and shamefully made another request.

　　Ivantha had been listening to their conversation quietly from the sidelines, taking small sips of her cream tea. Finally she put down her cup and asked in a whisper, "So, what do I have to do?"

　　"Your mission is at night, outside the prison, I'll tell you more about it later."

　　"Understood." Evantha nodded.

　　"Gee that's nice, getting to go outside the prison and let off some steam." Daley held her coffee and looked at Ivantha with an envious expression, "Looks like there's something that needs our 'gold medalist' to step in and fix it for a bit again."