The warden who guards the witches

In the library of the Rose Iron Prison, Arsenal sat in the administrator's seat, writing furiously on paper.

After writing a paragraph, she accidentally looked up and saw Sera absentmindedly sweeping the floor with a broom.

Arsenal stared at her for a while and reminded her: "This is the third time you have swept back and forth on this piece of land, and you haven't touched the corner over there yet."

Sera suddenly came back to her senses and apologized: "Oh, sorry! I was distracted."

"Although I have known that you are stupid, but today you really look like someone has sucked your soul away with a necromancy." Arsenal was as venomous as ever, "Is it because the fever yesterday has not subsided, or has your brain been burned?"

"I..." Sera hesitated, "I had a nightmare yesterday..."

"Can a dream make you so lost?" Arsenal had no expression on her face, only a little disdain in her tone, "You are really a princess and the pea."

"Princess... of the pea? What do you mean?" Sera didn't understand the metaphor.

"One of the classic fairy tales of 'Watcher' in 'Children's Dream', you haven't read it?" Arsena frowned slightly.

"What is 'Children's Dream'?" Saira blinked.

Arsena pointed to the reading room: "That's the one the kid is reading."

Saira looked at the reading room, which was occupied by several juvenile delinquents from the core area. These inmates under working age did not need to work, but they had to attend classes every day. The prison also arranged some extracurricular activities for them outside of class, and reading was one of them.

Saira saw that the girl in Room 11 was holding a magazine with "Children's Dream" and oil paintings on the cover upright, reading with great interest.

But suddenly, the girl seemed to have noticed her sight immediately, and suddenly raised her eyes and cast her eyes here.

The other person's eyes only revealed a little doubt, but Saira felt a palpitation for no reason and subconsciously avoided her sight.

"Don't stare at others. That kid used to be a top killer. She's very sharp. You'll disturb her reading." Arsenal said.

"She? Killer?" Saira's eyes widened.

"The famous Bloody Death God, you must have heard of it... Don't make that expression, it's true, didn't you notice the color of the prison uniform he wore? This kid used to be the warden's gold medal fighter."

Saira finally recovered from the shock and continued the topic just now: "So "Child's Dream" is the magazine she is reading?"

"Yes, it's a public welfare magazine issued by the official welfare agency of the autonomous prefecture. It mainly publishes illustrated stories, fairy tales and nursery rhymes. The proceeds are used for the operation of the official orphanage. The orphanage can also get free publications directly, and the children there can read every issue for free." Arsenal introduced her, "By the way, prisons that house juvenile offenders can also subscribe to this magazine for free. I highly recommend you to read it."

Saira didn't reply, thinking that Arsenal was mocking her. She still remembered that Arsenal said that she was only suitable for reading fairy tales.

"I'm not mocking you this time, I'm just recommending you." Arsena saw her thoughts, "This magazine is well-run, and has published many classic stories, especially the fairy tales submitted by the 'Watcher'."

"Watcher?"

"Pen name, a famous author in "Children's Dream" in recent years, who has submitted dozens of fairy tales to it, all of which are excellent works. But he didn't ask for any royalties, claiming that he would donate all the proceeds from the magazine to the orphanage. He stated in the magazine's letter column that these fairy tales were not written by him, but collected during his adventures in the past." Arsena said slowly, "But no one has found the specific source of those fairy tales so far. It is said that even the editor of "Children's Dream" magazine is not clear about the true identity of the 'Watcher', and his mystery is no less than that of the signature author 'Dreamer' of "Explorer" magazine."

"You seem to... know a lot?" Sera realized that Arsena seemed to be a little too detailed. If she was not very interested, she would not know this much.

"I read a lot, and I read fairy tale magazines." Arsena answered calmly.

"Is that so..."

After a topic came to an end, a temporary silence enveloped the room. Sera felt a little awkward and quickly picked up the topic again: "Um, what were you writing just now?"

As soon as this question came out, Arsenal's frozen face showed a little relaxation. She raised her hand to turn over the manuscript paper she was writing, and said coldly: "This is not something you should ask."

Sera felt the pressure released by the other's eyes, and nodded wisely: "Okay."

"Take care of yourself." Arsenal looked at Sera and said, "You don't have an answer to your own affairs, do you?"

Sera lowered her eyes, and last night's dream began to emerge in her mind again.

"Everyone can only write their own stories, and they are responsible for their own endings. Don't make decisions that you will regret." Arsenal said and pointed to the corner deep in the library, "Go and sweep that area."

Sera walked over there while thinking, and at this time a prison guard came in and called Sera: "Prisoner 0168, meeting with the warden."

"Huh?" Sera was stunned for a moment.

"Don't just stand there, the warden is calling you, put your work aside for now, hurry up!" Arsenal reminded.

Sera reacted and followed the prison guard out of the library.

Arsenal then turned the manuscript back, and as a result, a piece of letter paper under the manuscript was also turned out. It said: "Thank you for submitting to "Children's Dream". I'm sorry that your manuscript was not accepted..."

Arsenal read the comments about her submission again, shook her head gently, tore up the rejection letter, crumpled it up, and threw it into the wastebasket.

In addition to research and reading, she is also interested in writing poetry and stories.

Mingming had submitted a few short stories she wrote casually in the past to horror story magazines and received good responses. She has always believed that she has a certain talent as a writer.

But why would a story she wrote seriously fail to be accepted when submitted to her favorite fairy tale magazine? Arsenal was puzzled.

"Is it really not okay to write a story with a ghoul as the protagonist?" Arsenal sighed in her heart, then lowered her head and continued to struggle with the manuscript.

...

Sera was taken to Aiden's office, and the prison guard came forward and knocked on the door.

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

The prison guard opened the door, and Sera and the prison guard walked into the office together.

Then Saira was stunned. There was a female guest in the office.

The guest was wearing a police uniform that was completely different from the prison guards.

Saira's head suddenly buzzed, and the unforgettable nightmare last night naturally emerged in her mind.

She didn't remember the appearance of the guest who appeared in the office in the dream, but she remembered the uniform - exactly the same as the guest's.

"It doesn't matter, we'll finish talking soon, you can come in and sit down first." Aiden waved to them.