The warden who guards the witches

Saira was brought to the warden's office, and the prison guard who brought her knocked on the door.

"Come in." Aiden's voice came from inside.

The prison guard opened the door and found a guest sitting in the office.

"It's okay, we'll finish talking soon, come in and sit down first." Aiden waved to them.

The guest sitting on the sofa was wearing a police uniform that was completely different from the prison guard. He stood up from his seat and put on his hat: "In short, the hiding range of the agents has been determined, and we should be able to lock them in soon."

"Good, they don't stand a chance in this city," Aiden laughed.

"Their combat effectiveness...cannot be achieved by relying solely on the Mounted Police, but must come from the Inquisition." The guest said slowly, "If there is a conflict, casualties may be unavoidable."

"Be prepared for battle. This is a group of soldiers. If they resist, they will have no choice but to kill them. I will also help with this matter. I have some good manpower here." Aiden nodded, "Capture the thief first, I think. If we can get rid of their commander, the rest will be nothing but a mess."

"I'll help you if you need anything. Take your leave." After the guest said that, he left.

Then Aiden turned to Saira and said with a smile: "There is good news. The Inquisition has caught the tail of those secret police, and we will catch them soon."

Saira felt her head was a little dizzy, and she couldn't remember why she was called here.

But the conversation just now flowed into her mind, and she was able to extract some information - Heinz and the others seemed to be about to be arrested.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, the whole scene suddenly became blurry, and at the same time her consciousness sank into darkness.

In a daze, she found herself in another place - the interview room with the iron table in the prison, and she couldn't remember why she was here.

Warden Aiden sat opposite her, smiling and placing a report on the table: "It's over, be happy. The people sent by the kingdom to assassinate you have all been arrested."

"How is Heinz?" Saira asked this question almost subconsciously.

"Because he resisted arrest, we had no choice but to kill him. There was really no other way." Aiden said, taking out a few photos and placing them on the table.

Saira stared blankly at the man lying in a pool of blood in the photo. There was also a close-up of his face in the photo. The once handsome face had lost all its vitality, and the half-open eyes were empty.

Cold pain surged up like a tide, and she heard her own voice whisper in her heart: "It's your fault, you could have avoided it."

Saira felt dizzy.

The whole world was twisted in this rotation, and then without any warning, she stood outside the gate of Rose Iron Prison.

"You will be released from prison today. Don't come in again." The prison guard closed the door behind her.

Get out of jail? She is leaving this prison today?

Saira felt that her consciousness went blank, as if her memory had been severely dug away.

Where is she going now? She stood confused on the street, like a sculpture.

A carriage rushed over and stopped in front of her. The thugs with their faces covered rushed out of the carriage and grabbed her. Before she could scream in terror, she was carried into the carriage by the thugs.

The horses neighed and the carriage drove quickly. The masked gangster held down her hands and feet in the carriage, covered her mouth, and one of them took out a slender sharp knife.

"Punch it through the eye and your pain will end in an instant." The executioner said to her in a hoarse voice. "The king has gained a firm foothold. You have become insignificant. It doesn't matter whether you die or not... But it's still true. It’s better to be dead.”

Once again, Saira heard her own voice coming from the bottom of her heart: "You are so pitifully stupid. Why do you think you can escape your fate?"

This is the ending of the fairy tale. The prince who was forced to kill the princess died, but the princess who tried her best to survive was still pushed off the tower. What a lonely way to die. When she fell from the tower, the princess suddenly realized that no one in the world cared about her life.

Tears burst out of her eyes. This time, despair and regret gripped her heart. She had never been in such pain. In comparison, the sharp knife approaching her eyeballs didn't seem so scary.

Yes, escaping and escaping, how could she escape her birthright?

Heinz died, and now she was going to die too. Even in the end, she lost everything after escaping.

"If you were given another chance to choose, what would you do?" the voice spoke again.

If I had to choose again, I would definitely——

"Ah!" Saira woke up with a start and found herself sitting on a bench, covered in cold sweat.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

The familiar deep voice came, making her startled.

She slowly turned her head and widened her eyes.

Heinz was standing in front of her, smiling at her as gently as he had in the past when her father was still alive.

"Heinz?" she whispered.

"I'm here." Heinz straightened his back.

He is still alive...

Just like when she woke up from a nightmare, she felt a wave of relief, and at the same time, tears welled up in her eyes again.

"You're tired. Fighting for inheritance rights must be too much pressure for you." Heinz said with concern, "I know it's hard, but it's all for you... No, for our future, I will always By your side."

He said, holding out his hand.

The generous and reliable hand, Sera couldn't wait to reach out her hand, wanting to touch it, to truly feel the fact that her lover was still alive in this world.

At this moment, she really woke up and found that there was a snow-white ceiling in front of her, and she was lying on the hospital bed.

There was a strange feeling in her eyes and the corners of her eyes. The tears she shed in her sleep had dried up.

Just a series of continuous dreams?

But this dream was too real, the strong fear and regret, and the final sense of relief, seemed to be deeply imprinted in her heart, making her unforgettable.

"It's time to get up, you are the last one." The prison guard appeared by the bed and called her up, "Go take your temperature, and if you are fine, change your clothes and go to work directly."

Sera got up and looked around. The two beds next to her were empty.

At the same time, in the corridor outside, Aiden took Precia and Fei'er back to the cell.

"Isn't the last dream a bit redundant?" Precia said, "Our plan is just to make her have a nightmare."

"What do you know? Only a happy ending can give people hope and motivation." Fei'er said nonchalantly, "You are indeed good at hypnotic suggestion, but when it comes to creating a deep and unforgettable dream for people, I am an expert!"

"I think it's good. You can do something good occasionally." Aiden rarely thinks that Fei'er's impromptu performance is good.

"Hehe, if you give me more time, I can make them 'happy' in the dream, which can make this dream more memorable!" Fei'er came over with a lewd look on her face, "Lord Aiden, if you think it's good, we can also--"

"Your tail will fly up to the sky if I praise you, right? You really can't be serious for more than five seconds!" Aiden sighed and pushed her away, thinking that this succubus really can't be praised.