The Warden of the Witches Chapter 210

 Chapter 210 - Are Your Eyes Uncomfortable?

A week after the downfall of the bountiful Mother Goddess Cult, within the Rose Prison.

The on-duty prison guards sat in the reception area, handling inquiries and applications for prisoner visits from their friends and family.

Isabella, a prison guard sitting at the window in the corner, yawned out of boredom. Throughout her shift, she had received only a handful of applications—mainly from a few succubi who had recently been released from other prisons. They came to visit their leader, Fei, who was imprisoned here.

It seemed highly likely that once these succubi were out, they would continue their old ways with their companions...

Today, Isabella was in charge of handling visit applications for prisoners in the core area. The core area mainly housed extremely dangerous prisoners. These prisoners rarely had visitors, and most didn’t even have so-called friends or family. The number of visit applications the core area received in a month was often less than what other areas received in a week.

However, the review process for visit applications in the core area was much stricter and almost entirely independent from the other areas. Therefore, the Rose Prison had a dedicated reception area specifically for the core area.

Just as Isabella thought she had received all the applications for the day, a man suddenly approached her window, politely handing over a filled-out application form. “Hello, beautiful lady, please take a look.”

Isabella looked up and glanced at the man, slightly taken aback.

He was a young gentleman dressed in a black tailcoat, wearing a top hat and holding a cane, with a monocle on his face. He was dressed quite formally, though the color and style of his attire were quite old-fashioned—such outfits were usually seen on older people, rarely on the young. Moreover, the weather had already warmed up, and they were indoors, yet he was still dressed in full formal attire, wrapped up tightly. Seeing this made Isabella feel a bit warm herself.

The young man had a rather handsome face, but his complexion was so pale it lacked any trace of blood, making Isabella wonder if he was ill.

She reached out and took the application form he submitted, and giving it a quick glance.

The applicant's name was Kyle Kaordo, and the prisoner he wished to visit was... Ophelia Kaordo.

Ophelia... the Vampire Princess Ophelia!

Isabella's eyes widened instantly. She looked again at the relationship section of the form, which boldly stated "siblings."

She looked at the young man outside the window in astonishment. "You are... a vampire?"

"Indeed." The young man skillfully removed his top hat and placed it over his chest, responding politely, "Vampire Prince Kyle Kaordo, here specifically to visit my sister..."

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

Seeing Isabella's strange expression, Kyle quickly raised his hand to add, "Please don't be alarmed. I am a registered non-human, a lawful citizen. Here are my credentials."

He handed over a small booklet, which Isabella took and examined.

Isabella had seen such credentials before because her colleague Veronica also had one.

According to the "Black Magic Management Convention," special individuals with supernatural powers residing in or holding nationality from convention countries—such as vampires, werewolves, tiger-people, dragonkin, succubi, etc.—must register with the local government and obtain identification. They are required to regularly report their whereabouts and comply with relevant management regulations. For example, werewolves must adhere to the curfew on full moon nights, and vampires are prohibited from directly extracting blood from living humans.

Isabella referred to the handbook, meticulously checking the credentials and the update dates as per the procedures outlined. Finding no issues, she noted that Kyle's credentials were registered in the Kingdom of Netherlands, a small southern continent country that had only recently joined the convention. In the past, due to the absence of an inquisition, Netherlands had been a sanctuary for witches, necromancers, and various other supernatural beings.

Isabella was quite surprised because vampires were already rare on this continent. Those who willingly registered were even fewer, and they were typically low-ranking vampires with minimal power.

Vampires are addicted to human blood. More powerful vampires, like Ophelia, usually chose to live near tombs or mass graves, similar to necromancers, occasionally attacking villages to feed. It was hard to imagine a vampire prince willing to abide by the laws of a convention country and live like an ordinary person.

Even though Kyle's credentials were in order, the visitation request still couldn't be approved.

"I'm sorry, but the prisoner you wish to visit is still under observation and is temporarily prohibited from having visitors." Isabella returned the application form to Kyle.

"Observation period?" Kyle looked puzzled.

"Ophelia seriously violated the 'Prison Law' and 'Prison Management Regulations.' Not only was her sentence extended, but her treatment level was also downgraded to the lowest. She is currently unable to receive visits from friends or family," Isabella replied in a formal, businesslike tone.

“What did she do?” Kyle asked curiously.

“prison break, participating in a riot, and attacking prison guards. All of these incidents happened in the past few months,” Isabella replied succinctly. “Fortunately, there were no casualties. Otherwise, she might have already been executed.”

Kyle stood there, dumbfounded for a while, before finally giving a bitter smile. “prison break... her temperament really hasn’t changed at all…”

“So please leave. And don't forget to register at the local Inquisition Bureau when you get to the autonomous region,” Isabella reminded him.

But Kyle didn’t leave. Instead, he looked around and then leaned closer to the window, lowering his voice. “Officer, my sister and I have been separated for at least twenty years. I’ve been searching for her all this time. It was only recently that I learned she was arrested in the autonomous region, which is why I came here to visit her…”

“What are you trying to say?” Isabella frowned, sensing that something was off.

“I mean... someone as beautiful as you wouldn’t just stand by and do nothing, right?” Kyle pleaded with a magnetic voice, while blinking his dark red eyes. “Please make an exception, I beg you!”

High-level vampires generally possess a certain degree of charm. They can hypnotize ordinary people through eye contact, and by directly drinking their blood, they can strengthen this charm into mind control.

Kyle Kaordo excelled at this. He was confident that his charm would sway her will.

Isabella stared at Kyle for one second... two seconds, then finally spoke. “No, it’s against the rules. Also, if your eyes are uncomfortable, I suggest you seek medical attention immediately.”