Chapter 395: Chapter 395 Rest Day Breakfast_1
In the pre-dawn hours, in a secret police outpost located in the basement of an old residential house in the old district of Silvertown, Heinz sat on a chair, listening to the report of his subordinate.
"It’s difficult to describe that feeling, the command came out of nowhere, but it just made you feel hard to resist." The action team leader Roddy carefully chose his words, "I know this sounds like making excuses, but it really was..."
"It’s fine, I believe you, those who were at the scene have already experienced his bizarre abilities." Heinz made a gesture, "I’m asking you, when he swapped faces with you, did he do anything special?"
"He attacked me from behind, and then..." Roddy hesitated for a moment and then said, "I vaguely heard him speak an incantation, its pronunciation was very strange, as if it was—"
"My family’s secret technique?" Heinz asked.
"Yes." Roddy nodded.
"Alright, I understand. You go up and have a good rest." Heinz nodded, "Your body, really no serious harm?"
"I got hit a few times and it’s a bit sore, those two rascals didn’t hold back." Roddy laughed at himself, "Compared to Frank and the others, I consider myself lucky."
Two people were shot during the operation, but Roddy was merely beaten by colleagues, not even qualifying as light injuries.
"Since it’s nothing serious, you’ll take a carriage out of the city in an hour and find a chance to return to the country." Heinz spoke indifferently.
Roddy’s expression changed slightly, "Commander, please give me a chance to make amends."
"This isn’t punishment, just normal personnel transfer." Heinz responded, "Your face is the most clearly remembered, you’ll be wanted sooner or later. What’s more troublesome is we’re not sure if Aiden Galahad can still change into you. Having you leave is for safety."
After a moment of silence, Roddy saluted, "Understood, Commander, I accept the arrangement."
After Roddy left, Heinz leaned back in his chair, his thoughts heavy.
The operation to capture Aiden Galahad had failed, a considerable blow to them; after tonight, the entire security forces of Silvertown would start to hunt for them. If they were identified as foreign spies, the army might also get involved.
What he least expected was that Aiden Galahad actually possessed a power that originated from the same source as his family’s secret technique, and he had not one but two... No, the kind of mental control that forced Roddy to tell the truth was also suspicious.
Aside from their ancestral secret technique, he wasn’t very clear about the power of the gods, but he remembered an informant organization related to it had made contact with him in the past, and he still had their contact information; maybe he could buy intelligence from them—money was not an issue, the King had granted him access to funds almost enough to mount an armed assault on a city, which was enough to show how much the King valued this mission.
And this was the greatest reason for his heaviness.
This mission, to persist to this point, would involve taking huge risks.
If Sara Rekhsia were to survive in the end, and the political assassination commissioned by the King became known to the public, the opposition would not only gain a rallying point but also the evidence to accuse the King.
For this reason, he sent a secret telegram to the King.
Of course, he didn’t openly say he wanted to give up the mission but just implied the obstacles encountered and the risks that lay ahead. If the King consented, he was willing to accept the corresponding punishment.
He yearned for this kind of outcome in his heart with desperate anticipation, even if the possibility was slim—people in desperate situations try to grasp at every straw... Sera must have felt the same while being hunted.
But no matter what, he couldn’t show his emotions in front of his subordinates.
The door to the basement was knocked on again, and Heinz asked the person to come in.
Another secret police officer came in and presented a telegram, "Sir, the King’s reply."
Heinz received it without a change of expression, quickly deciphered the code, and read the message within:
"You are a national hero, I believe you won’t disappoint me."
"Sir, what should we do next?" a subordinate asked him.
"... Send the reserve team to act, and monitor Rose Iron Prison," Heinz said slowly, his expression stern as he put down the telegram.
...
In the morning, at the Rose Iron Prison core area, prisoners were arranged to dine in the large cafeteria.
On weekdays, breakfast was basically delivered to and distributed in the cells, allowing the prisoners to quickly take care of the cold meal themselves, but today was the long-missed day off—under Aiden’s arrangement, the inmates of Rose Iron Prison worked five days a week, received educational guidance for one day, with only the remaining day free for "leisurely" activities. Prisoners were human too, and not allowing them any rest would lead to an accumulation of suppressed emotions that would make managing them more difficult, to the detriment of the prison’s administration.
For breakfast on the day off, except for the few who had to stay in the cells for special reasons, and those of lower treatment grades who had to accept overtime work and educational guidance, most of the prisoners were arranged to eat in the cafeteria, just like at lunch and dinner during regular days, and then they were sent to different activity areas.
Sera sat in her usual spot, curiously sizing up the prisoner sitting opposite her today.
The woman sitting across from her today had horns on her head.
"Finally, I can drink some hot soup in the morning, it would be perfect if the bread was toastier..." Fille exclaimed loudly.
"Why don’t you have them give you some butter and honey to roast a whole chicken?" Camila teased from the side.
"I’m not like you, eating a ton in one go," Fille retorted and then suddenly noticed Sera’s gaze, "Hey newbie, what are you staring at?"
"Nothing," Sera quickly lowered her head.
"It’s indeed rare to see a succubus with such a pure lineage that horns grow on her head, but there’s no need to make such a fuss..." Asenna, sitting beside Sera, said in a toneless voice as she stirred her coffee, "Don’t offend the prisoners of the core area. The warden only had me ensure you aren’t assassinated. Other inmates beating you isn’t something I handle."
Sera didn’t dare say a word and could only nibble on her bread with her head down.
"Looking at you being so pathetic..." Asenna shook her head, "No wonder you can’t even win a man’s heart."
"A man? Who’s talking about men?" Fille suddenly perked up, her eyes shining as she looked at Asenna, "Wow, you’re actually interested in men too?"
"Is that so strange? What kind of impression do I leave on you, in your mind?" Asenna glanced at Fille.
"Can’t blame her though, with that deadpan face of yours, anyone would think you’re frigid," Camila snickered from the side.
"Mind your words, I now have permission to use magic," Asenna turned her gaze toward Camila.
"You think I’m afraid of you? But forget it, I prefer the feeling of fist to flesh when fighting, fighting ghosts is no fun," Camila was unusually calm for once.
"Forget this fight maniac... Did I just hear you guys talking about how to win a man’s heart?" Fille brought the topic back eagerly, "You were planning to consult me by deliberately bringing it up in front of me, right? Right?"
