The warden who guards the witches

One week after the fall of the Mother Goddess of Plenty, the Rose Iron Prison.

The guards on duty sat at the reception desk, accepting inquiries and applications from relatives and friends of prisoners.

Isabella, the prison guard sitting behind the corner window, yawned out of boredom. After a day on duty, she only received a few application forms - from several succubi who had just been released from other prisons. They came to visit the leader Fei'er who was imprisoned here.

It seems that this succubus will probably continue to do her old business with her companions after she gets out...

Isabella is responsible for receiving the visiting applications for prisoners in the core area today. The core area is basically incarcerated with extremely dangerous prisoners. These prisoners rarely have relatives and friends to visit them. Most prisoners don't even have so-called relatives and friends at all. The number of visiting applications received by the core area in a month is often less than that received by other prison areas in a week.

However, the review process for visiting applications in the core area is more stringent and almost completely independent from other prison areas, so the Rose Iron Prison still has a reception desk specifically for the core area.

Just when Isabella thought that this was the number of applications she had received today, a man suddenly approached her window and politely handed over a filled application form: "Hello, beautiful lady, please take a look."

Isabella looked up and glanced at the other person, and was slightly stunned.

The young gentleman in a black tuxedo, a hat on his head, a cane, and a monocle on his face was dressed quite formally, but the color and style of the clothes were quite simple - this kind of clothes are generally seen in those older people, and young people rarely wear them like this... Moreover, the weather has already turned warm, and it is indoors, but the other party is still wrapped tightly in a formal suit, which makes Isabella feel a little hot.

The young man has a very handsome face, but his face is pale, so pale that there is no blood at all, which makes Isabella a little suspicious whether he has some disease.

She reached out to take the application form submitted by the young man and glanced at it.

The applicant is Kyle Caodo, and the prisoner who applied for a meeting is... Ophelia Caodo.

Ophelia... Prince Ophelia of the Blood Clan!

Isabella's eyes widened immediately, and she glanced at the relationship column on the application form again, where the words "brother and sister" were clearly written.

She looked at the young man outside the window in surprise: "Are you... a blood clan?"

"Yes." The young man took off his hat skillfully and put it on his chest, and answered politely, "Prince Kyle Caodo of the Blood Clan, this time I came here specially to visit my sister..."

Without the shadow of the hat brim, Isabella finally saw that the young man's eyes were actually dark red.

Seeing Isabella's strange expression, Kyle quickly raised his hand and added: "Please don't panic, I am a registered alien, a law-abiding citizen, this is my ID."

He handed over a booklet, and Isabella took it and looked at it.

Isabella had seen this kind of ID before, because her colleague Veronica had one.

According to the requirements of the "Dark Magic Management Convention", special personnel with alien powers who hold the nationality of the convention country or reside in the convention country, including vampires, werewolves, tiger people, dragon descendants, succubi, etc., must register with the local government to apply for IDs, report their whereabouts regularly, and abide by the corresponding management regulations. For example, werewolves must abide by the ban on full moon nights, and vampires are prohibited from directly sucking blood from living people.

Isabella looked up the reference book and checked the documents and the update date according to the above process. She didn't see any problems. The place of registration of the documents handed over by Kyle was the Kingdom of the Netherlands, a small country in the southern continent that recently joined the convention. Because there was no heresy trial in the early years, it was once a shelter for black magic researchers such as witches and necromancers, as well as various aliens.

Isabella was very surprised, because there were very few vampires on this continent, and those who would honestly accept registration were even fewer, and they were basically vampires without titles and weak power.

All vampires are addicted to the blood of living people. Vampires with certain power, like Ophelia, generally choose to live in seclusion near mausoleums or mass graves like necromancers, and occasionally go to villages to attack living people for food. It is hard to imagine that a prince-level vampire would be willing to abide by the laws of the convention country and live like ordinary people.

But even if the other party's documents are fine, this visit application still cannot be passed.

"I'm sorry, the prisoner you applied for a visit is still in the observation period and is temporarily prohibited from visiting." Isabella handed over the application form.

"Observation period?" Kyle looked puzzled.

"Ophelia had seriously violated the Prison Law and the Prison Management Regulations. Not only was her sentence extended, but her treatment level was also reduced to the lowest. She is temporarily unable to accept visits from relatives and friends." Isabella responded in a businesslike tone.

"What did she do?" Kyle asked curiously.

"Escaped from prison, participated in riots, and attacked prison guards. These are what happened in the past few months." Isabella responded briefly, "Fortunately, no casualties were caused, otherwise she might have been executed."

Kyle stood there dumbfounded for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly: "Escaped from prison, this temper is really the same as before..."

"So please go back, and don't forget to register with the local Inquisition Bureau when you arrive in the autonomous state." Isabella reminded.

But Kyle did not leave. Instead, he looked around, put his face close to the window, and lowered his voice: "Officer, my sister and I have been separated for at least 20 years. I have been looking for her for 20 years. It was not until recently that I learned that she was arrested in the autonomous state, so I set out to visit her..."

"What do you want to say?" Isabella frowned. She had heard that something was wrong.

"I mean... a beautiful lady like you should not sit idly by and watch such a thing, right?" Kyle pleaded in a magnetic voice, blinking his dark red eyes at the same time, "Please be flexible, please!"

High-level vampires basically have a certain charm. They can produce a certain hypnotic effect on the consciousness of ordinary people through eye contact. Through direct blood-sucking behavior, they can also strengthen this charm into mental control.

Kyle Kaoduo is good at this. He firmly believes that with his charm, he should be able to pry the other party's will.

Isabella stared at Kyle for one second... two seconds, and finally said, "No, this is the rule. If you feel any discomfort in your eyes, I suggest you seek medical attention immediately."