The warden who guards the witches.

The Emotionless Killer

　Late at night, downtown, in a dark alley.

　　"...... That's about it for the whole process, do you think it's acceptable?" Aiden held a set of lines he had bought in his hand and explained to Evantha, who was standing in front of him.

　　"No problem." Avantha replied flatly.

　　"I'm not asking if you can do it, but if you're willing to do it." Aiden emphasised with a serious face.

　　His question caused a hint of doubt to show on Avantha's poker face, "Why, do you want to ask my opinion? Didn't you used to say that it's fine to just follow orders in prison?"

　　"The rules in prison are indeed like that. But this time, it is my personal request, in fact, to put it bluntly ......," Aiden paused, "is that I am using my power for personal gain, this kind of thing you can refuse."

　　"Not really." Evantha c****d her head, "So should I refuse, or agree?"

　　"I asked for your opinion, so there's no point if you ask back."

　　Aiden couldn't help but hold his forehead, even though he had already spent two years with Avantha, he still had some trouble dealing with some of Avantha's off-the-wall areas.

　　Evantha thought for a moment, "Then, is there a reward for doing this?"

　　"A reward, sure, but it can't be against prison rules." Aiden clasped his hands together.

　　"So, is that one okay?" Evantha raised her hand and pointed to the window of a shop across the street from the alleyway.

　　Aiden craned his head to look over, many of the shops were closed and lights out at this time of day, but then he could barely see what was in the window by the nearby streetlights.

　　Across the street was a toy shop with a huge stuffed bear toy on display in the window.

　　"You want that one? Could fall back on that, I guess." Aiden thought for a moment, "But according to the rules, this kind of thing, inmates have the possibility of hiding prohibited items inside, and they have to be inspected every day, if that's acceptable to you ......"

　　Ivantha was silent for a moment, seemingly imagining her stuffed animal being opened up and pulled out of cotton for inspection by the prison guards every day, and shook her head, "Forget it then, I'll just be as good as Daley."

　　"You want cake too?"

　　Ivantha nodded.

　　"Alright, I'll get it for you tomorrow." Aiden obliged.

　　"Now then, start the mission."

　　"Please." Aiden handed Evantha her clothes, then ran his cane across the ground, pausing on the ground.

　　A small cloud of mist filled the alleyway, covering Ivantha's figure.

　　This was the knowledge of black magic that Aiden had inherited from his previous body owner who was an investigator for the Heresy Judgement Bureau, and although he couldn't use it as well as the original owner, it was still possible to take it out and compare it to the original owner.

　　It would have been a big no-no to make a prisoner disappear from view, let alone an extremely dangerous killer like Ivantha.

　　Still, Aiden decided to respect his opponent's privacy, not that he was worried that Ivantha would do anything untoward - not out of naive trust, of course, but out of the fact that Ivantha's life was in his hands.

　　After a rustling sound, Aiden heard a hoarse, unidentifiable falsetto voice from the fog: "There."

　　Aiden undid the spell, and the moment the fog cleared, Evantha had changed, drawing up to a head taller than Aiden, a giant of a man. She changed into the clothes Aiden had bought for her, wrapping her body in a long black robe and putting a full-coverage mask over her face.

　　Evantha, who had become a "giant man", reached out her hand and handed Aiden the small prison uniform she had changed out of and the trench coat she had used to cover herself up.

　　This is Ivantha's special physique, which is not an illusion or a blindfold, but a real physical ability that directly changes the size of her body.

　　She was an orphan adopted by an assassin organisation, and had been subjected to all sorts of cruel human experiments for as long as she could remember, and in the end, she was built into a human murderer with all sorts of stunts, but as a price, she also lost some of her senses and her lifespan was drastically shortened.

　　"Very well, go." Aiden nodded in satisfaction, "Stick to the plan, the target has just left the opera house to go home, take advantage of the fact that he's alone."

　　Evantha leapt up in a dive, stepping on the walls on either side of the alleyway and quickly scampering upwards, so light that she looked like she had wings and soon disappeared into the night.

　　"So what's next ......," Aiden raised the corner of his mouth as he watched Ivantha leave, leaning on his cane as he headed towards the entrance of the alleyway, "Go play that kid properly."

　　At this very moment, Bruce Kane was walking alone down a nearby night road, his feet becoming a little fluttered with excitement.

　　The Royal Opera House night tickets that he had spent a large sum of money queuing up to buy were indeed somewhat useful, and today, while the opera was entering its climactic bridge, he finally succeeded in holding Miss Mary's hand.

　　If things go on like this, in time, we will be able to establish a relationship with her sooner or later, and there will still be some money left in the "savings" that we got earlier ......

　　When he thought of this, there was a moment of uneasiness that swept through his mind, but he quickly put it out of his mind.

　　Absorbed in his own personal world, he didn't notice the tall figure that silently approached behind him.

　　"Bruce Kane?" After getting close enough, Evantha called out to him in a disguised voice.

　　"Huh?" Hearing someone call out to him by name on a night road like this, Bruce, who was indulging in a free flow of thoughts, turned back reflexively.

　　Before he could react, the sharp knife was already pressed against his neck, causing him to feel a hint of pain.

　　"Don't turn your head, don't shout, and don't move." Evantha threatened in an emotionless tone, "Or I'll just have to slit your throat and talk to you again."

　　"You ......" feeling the threat to his life personally, Bruce immediately felt his scalp tingle, "You, what are you doing?"

　　"Don't blame me, I've been asked to do the same." Evantha continued with the lines Aiden had taught her, "My employer wants you dead, but before that, he has another request."

　　"What the hell are you you what the hell are you talking about? I'm telling you I'm a cop! There's no way you can get away with killing me!" Bruce shouted anxiously.

　　"I told you not to shout." A sharp knife also emerged from Ivantha's other hand, instantly appearing less than an inch directly in front of Bruce's eyeball.

　　Ivantha's tone wasn't very menacing, not only was it not menacing it was flat and somewhat mechanical, but it was this inhuman mechanical coldness that was the most unnerving.

　　Aiden had devised a play against Bruce, in which Ivantha's characterisation was that of an emotionless killer, but she didn't even need to play the role on purpose, because she was such a killer herself.

　　Bruce was instantly silenced, the coldness and mechanics of the other man were completely beyond his understanding. He hadn't come into contact with criminals like this, a criminal of Ivantha's calibre was completely beyond the scope of what the mounted police team could be responsible for.

　　"My employer wants you to return the gold pocket watch he lent you, so that should make sense to you." Evantha said calmly, "Hand over the item and I can keep you alive. Otherwise ...... you will definitely turn around and regret the way you died."