The Warden of The Witches

Chapter 63:

Chapter 63:

Public Execution

The next day, Ophelia stayed in her own cell, restless and uneasy, displaying an anxious demeanor.

After being caught, Aiden didn't throw her into solitary confinement but had her escorted back to her own room, Room 8.

Knowing Aiden, he would never let her off easily.

Participating in the riot and attempting to harm the warden were not offenses that could be resolved with a few days in solitary and some additional punishment.

If she could escape this prison through the toilet right now, she wouldn't mind at all.

A while later, she heard the sound of the gate to the core area opening, and her heart sank.

Forget it, what had to happen would happen. Whether it was good or bad, she couldn't escape it.

She made up her mind that no matter what Aiden had in store for her, she wouldn't even furrow her brow.

At least, she had to maintain her dignity as a vampire princess!

So, after a few seconds, Aiden's voice echoed, "Ophelia, it's time for settlement."

Aiden appeared at the cell door, and shouted inside.

When he saw the scene inside the cell, he fell silent for a moment, then couldn't help but roll his eyes, "What are you doing hiding under the blanket?"

Looking into the cell, you couldn't see anyone at all, just a bulging blanket, that is slightly trembling, obviously hiding someone.

"I-I'm not here!"

Due to being under the blanket, Ophelia's voice sounded muffled.

"Don't evade reality. Breaking the rules comes with a price. You were quite bold yesterday; is surrendering to me interesting now?" Aiden, both amused and irritated, opened the cell door, tapped the railing, "Hurry up; is this how a vampire princess behaves?"

This statement jolted Ophelia once again. Regardless, she couldn't evade it; dying was just a matter of time. She had just resolved to confront the warden head-on, so why back down so easily?

Angry thoughts surged within her, and with determination, she threw off the blanket, glaring at the door. "Come on then, I'm not afraid of you"

Her words came to an abrupt halt.

Because she saw Aiden standing casually by the door, calmly pointing to an erected cross. "Very well, go on up by yourself!"

At this moment, she felt her legs weaken.

"You... Can you first tell me what you intend to do?" she tentatively asked Aiden, completely devoid of her previous confidence.

"Weren't you clear about what I want to do? I warned you when you tried to escape before," Aiden said, rubbing his hands together as if preparing for something.

Ophelia then remembered Aiden's threat when she attempted to escape: "If you dare to resist, once I catch you, I'll tie you to a cross, stuff your mouth with garlic, and leave you out in the sun for a day."

Ophelia suddenly felt a chill run through her entire body.

"You wouldn't... be serious, right?" her voice trembled.

"Words should be kept. If I said you'd sunbathe, then you'll definitely sunbathe," Aiden said, tapping the cross, "You cause trouble so actively, yet when it's time for punishment, you look so pitiful. It's hard for me."

At this moment, Ophelia finally recalled the fear of being controlled by the warden and the humiliation of being imprisoned in the Rose Prison.

"I don't want to!!!" In despair, Ophelia clung tightly to the iron bed, disregarding any semblance of dignity.

"Drag her out," Aiden turned his head, instructing Veronica behind him.

"Yes."

Veronica briskly entered the cell, ruthlessly prying open Ophelia's hands, lifting her up, and heading out.

"I don't want to go to the execution ground! No! Let me go! Nooo!! Waaahhh!!!"

Ophelia struggled with all her might, but without magical support, she had no chance against Veronica in a pure physical contest.

Veronica effortlessly held her, tying her hands and feet to the cross, treating her like a fattened lamb ready for slaughter.

Then, Aiden shoved a spout of a water jug into Ophelia's mouth. She Instinctively trying to resist it, but she soon realized that what flowed into her mouth wasn't some dangerous holy water, but bloodthough it's not a human blood, just the pig blood she usually drank in this prison, collected from the slaughterhouse.

After a few sips, Aiden removed the water bag, and Ophelia looked at him with confusion.

"Don't misunderstand, last meal. I Gave you some blood; so at least you can die satisfied if you can't endure it later," Aiden said with a smile, "But I think you'll be fine. Vampires above the count level can resist some sunlight damage. You, as a princess, definitely won't die."

After speaking, he put away the blood-filled water jug and pulled out a bulb of garlic from his pocket.

Ophelia's scalp tingled. "Hey, you can't be serious about..."

"Can't skip any steps." Aiden took out a bulb of garlic from his pocket and began to peel it.

A faint smell of raw garlic wafted through, a scent insignificant to humans but a pungent stench to vampires.

"Can't you act like a human for once!" Ophelia felt utterly distressed.

"Quit the chit-chat, open your mouth," Aiden, holding a few peeled garlic cloves, said kindly to Ophelia, "Come on ah"

Ophelia clenched her teeth and turned her head away.

"Tickle her," Aiden instructed Veronica.

"Yes."

Veronica continued faithfully executing Aiden's command, reaching from behind to vigorously tickle Ophelia's armpits.

Due to her hands being bound, Ophelia couldn't dodge and could only endure the assault on her armpits.

Vampires' sensory perception was not significantly different from humans, and initially, Ophelia resisted for a short while. However, after a few seconds, she began to squirm restlessly. When Veronica increased the intensity, Ophelia couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Pfft, hahaha... Uh! Uh uh uh"

Her laughter abruptly stopped as Aiden swiftly shoved the peeled garlic into her mouth and sealed it with a piece of tape.

Even though vampires didn't need to breathe, at this moment, Ophelia felt a sense of suffocation. The strong smell of raw garlic filled her mouth and nose, nearly causing her to faint.

But if she were to swallow this garlic, she could anticipate her stomach churning, and the blood she drank earlier would undoubtedly surge back out.

"Drag her away," Aiden waved his hand.

Two riot squad members immediately approached, pulling the eye-rolling Ophelia towards the outskirts of the core area.

The prisoners in the core area stood in front of the gate, silently witnessing this public execution. Even the usually rowdy ones remained silent.

On this day, the prisoners in the core area fully grasped the ruthless nature of their warden.