Chapter 117: Chapter 117 It’s Not Impossible_1
In the evening, Aiden took Flandre for an inspection in the core area.
"Come on, fight me one on one, you piece of trash, and see how I skin and fillet you!"
"Get lost, crappy warden, crawl away!"
"I strongly demand more dishes in the cafeteria!"
Veronica was not on duty tonight, and since Camilla had been spoken to by Aiden before and hadn’t meddled with these matters again, the core area reverted to its former state of chaotic turmoil.
But today, Aiden wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to them.
"Has Presia already been transferred to a cell?" Aiden asked Flandre, who was beside him.
"Yes, in the evening, the medical office said there was no need for her to continue lying there, so we followed the procedure and had her come to the cell. As you had instructed earlier, we put her in cell number twelve," Flandre answered.
Aiden hurried through the corridor and came straight to cell number twelve.
"Ah, Warden, good evening," Daili greeted Aiden as she stood in front of the door.
"Where is Presia?" Aiden asked Daili, only seeing her by herself leaning against the barred door.
"She..." Daili started to speak but then stopped, stepping aside to allow Aiden a view into the depths of the cell, "is still coiled up inside."
Aiden looked intently and saw Presia curled up in the depths of the cell on her own bunk, staring at Daili with a guarded expression, her eyes clearly conveying hostility.
But when she saw Aiden, her gaze noticeably softened a great deal.
"I don’t know why, but ever since she came in, she’s been unwilling to let me approach her, and no matter how I try to soothe her, it’s no use," Daili said helplessly.
"After all, she has no memory at all. Being suddenly moved from the medical office to a core area cell and sharing a room with a stranger, it’s normal for her to be on edge. She’ll get used to it," Flandre commented indifferently from the side.
Aiden thought to himself that it was probably not just for that reason...
Daili was an S-class fugitive that the Heretic Inquisition had barely managed to capture after expending considerable manpower and resources. Rebecca had personally participated in the operation to capture Daili, so naturally, she knew Daili as well.
If the person inside this Presia now was an amnesiac Rebecca, and her subconscious still retained some impression of certain people and things, then in Rebecca’s eyes, Daili was without a doubt a figure to be wary of.
Similarly, this could explain the inexplicable sense of trust this "Presia" had towards him.
"Daili, you step back to the wall. I’ll have a few words with her," Aiden said.
Aiden gestured for Daili to move away from the door, then beckoned to Presia.
Presia, seeing this, got off the bed and cautiously approached the barred door as if treading on thin ice.
"Um..." she hesitated to speak, but couldn’t immediately think of how to address Aiden in this situation.
"Call me Warden," Aiden reminded her.
"Um... good evening, Warden," Presia greeted Aiden in a low voice and nodded almost imperceptibly.
It was evident she wasn’t quite comfortable with the title; she might not even be clear about the concept of the "prison" she found herself in.
"Would you rather not stay in this room?" Aiden asked her pointedly.
Presia glanced warily at Daili, who had her arms folded and stood by the wall, and answered softly, "Yes..."
"I feel like she’s scared of you in a way that seems a bit off..." Flandre also noticed Presia’s unnatural behavior, and looked suspiciously at Daili inside, "You didn’t do anything weird to her, did you?"
"How could I?" Daili sighed and tried to get closer to Presia, "Alright, Presia, don’t be so nervous. I am Daili, remember? I’m really your friend from before. I won’t hurt you..."
She reached out to place her hand on Presia’s shoulder, only to have Presia shrink away, "Don’t touch me! Otherwise, I won’t be polite!"
She even made a threatening expression, looking exactly like an angry, bristling cat.
"This is really strange, where could the problem be?" Daili puzzled over it without finding an answer.
"Please let me change rooms..." Presia requested softly to Aiden.
"You’ve just recovered from a serious illness and you have no memory; it’s not convenient for you to live alone. It’s rare to find someone here willing to protect you, you’ve already hit the jackpot, don’t be too willful! This cell block is full of people who would eat you alive, who else would you want to share a room with?" Flandre advised Presia with impatience.
"Um..." Presia considered for a moment, then hesitantly raised her hand and pointed at Aiden.
"Me?" Aiden raised an eyebrow.
"If it’s you, I think I can trust you," Presia said with conviction.
"Inmate 3397, don’t be ridiculous!" Flandre immediately intervened to reprimand Presia.
"It’s not completely impossible, I’ll let you out now," Aiden suddenly said.
"That’s right!" Flandre habitually chimed in, and then froze, "Huh?"
"Warden!?" She turned her head sharply to look at Aiden, her face full of surprise.
"It’s fine, let her out," Aiden signaled Flandre to open the door.
Flandre hesitated for a while, but in the end, she complied, opening the cell door and letting Presia walk out.
"Warden, what are you doing...?" Even Daili was somewhat dumbstruck.
"Don’t worry, just leave her to me for today," Aiden waved to her.
"Wow! Lord Aiden, you’ve finally come around!!" A sudden exclamation burst from across the corridor, from cell number thirteen.
Succubus Phyllis leaned on the bars, her eyes gleaming as she looked at Aiden, her tail wagging excitedly.
"Lord Aiden, me too! Let me come with you!! Since you’re taking one anyway, why not add me to the mix!!" She clung to the bars, hopping up and down, enthusiastically urging Aiden.
Aiden turned his head, "Hmm, I was about to call you too, come out."
"Ah, don’t say it like that..." Phyllis tried to be persistently annoying out of habit, but then she sensed something was off, "Huh?"
She stared at Aiden dumbfounded, disbelieving her own ears.
"I said, you come out too, Flandre, open the door for her," Aiden directed his subordinate.
"Warden? Are you serious!?" Flandre sought confirmation from Aiden.
"It’s fine, open the door for her," Aiden insisted.
Flandre, with a head full of question marks, went to open the cell door, and Phyllis burst out like an arrow: "Lord Aiden!!"
Aiden swiftly sidestepped behind Presia, and Phyllis embraced a bewildered Presia in a hug.
"Tsk! Get out of the way!" Realizing she had hugged the wrong target, Phyllis roughly pushed Presia aside.
"Behave yourself!" Aiden warned Phyllis just in time, thwarting her attempt to pounce again.
"I got it, I got it, we’ll continue in your office, right!" Phyllis said with anticipation, "No problem! I can hold back a bit!"
