The Warden of The Witches

Are You Serious?

"Hmm, it should be here."

Holding a basket of fruit, Aiden stood in front of the apartment door, comparing it with the memories he inherited.

In the memories of the previous Aiden, there was the address of the apartment where his colleague, Rebecca, lived.

There wasn't any particular reason, but it seemed that the previous Aiden's team would often celebrate their successful captures of criminals at a nearby tavern.

Several times, Rebecca would invite her colleagues to her rented apartment for tea and sobering up, and they would often chat until late at night before dispersing.

At least, based on the fragments of memories inherited by Aiden, he could sense that the former occupant of this body had a deep bond with his colleagues, including Rebecca. After all, they had repeatedly faced life and death situations together, entrusting their backs to each other in times of danger.

However, the current Aiden, although retaining memories of his interactions with his former colleagues, did not inherit those feelings.

Shortly after inheriting this body, he was transferred to work in a prison and only had a few encounters with Rebecca. This girl didn't leave much of an impression on him.

Nevertheless, since he had promised Director Harold, he still felt it necessary to fulfill his commitment.

He raised his hand and lightly knocked on the door.

After a while, no one came to open it, so Aiden knocked a bit harder, ....another Silence followed.

Just as Aiden began to suspect if the person was not at home, the door lock suddenly made a sound.

Then, the door cracked open slightly, revealing half of Rebecca's face on the other side, cautiously sizing up the visitor.

This unusual reaction didn't startle Aiden, as he had already been informed about Rebecca's amnesia beforehand.

He greeted her directly, "Good morning, Rebecca. I've already heard about your condition from Director Harold. Do you remember me? I am..."

"Aiden Garrett?" Rebecca's eyes widened slightly.

"You remember me, that's great." Aiden smiled sincerely.

He was genuinely happy that Rebecca could recognize him. After all, if she had no recollection of him, it would be quite troublesome to explain their relationship and gain her trust as an amnesiac. Moreover, Aiden was not the original owner of this body but had only inherited the memories.

However, he could still sense the slight awkwardness when Rebecca called him by his full name.

"Please come in and have a seat. I just brewed some coffee." Rebecca welcomed him into the house.

It seemed that Rebecca have lowered her guard and opened the door. She looked apologetic as she said to Aiden, "I'm sorry, right now I only vaguely remember your face and name..." She looked at Aiden with unease and asked tentatively, "We used to work in the same department, right?"

"We were part of the same task force. I was the team leader, later i transferred. And You helped organize the farewell banquet for me." Aiden explained to her. "It seems like you have no recollection at all."

"I'm really sorry." Rebecca lowered her eyes with a face full of apology. Her eyes showed signs of fatigue, indicating that she had experienced numerous visits where she couldn't recall memories of the person in front of her.

"I'm not blaming you." Aiden quickly waved his hand. "Don't force yourself."

He was not uncomfortable with Rebecca's attitude... After all, as someone who had only inherited this body, he wasn't familiar with her to begin with.

"Please come in and have a seat. I just brewed some coffee." Rebecca invited him into the apartment.

The cramped apartment didn't have a separate living room for receiving guests. Aiden placed the fruit on the table and sat directly at the dining table while Rebecca poured him a cup of coffee by the stove.

"Would you like anything added?" Rebecca asked.

"Some fresh milk and two sugar cubes, please," Aiden replied.

The amnesiac Rebecca was clearly not accustomed to the arrangement of her own kitchen and seemed a bit flustered.

It took her quite a while to find the jar of sugar cubes in the cabinet, and this delay seemed to make her nervous. As she scooped the sugar cubes with a spoon, her hand trembled and two sugar cubes fell to the floor.

She hurriedly placed the spoon on the edge of the coffee cup, intending to deal with the fallen sugar cubes. Inadvertently, her fingers touched the overly filled coffee cup and she let out a startled cry from the burn.

"Don't worry so much, I'll do it myself."

Watching as Rebecca rinsed her right hand, scalded by hot water, Aidan felt a twinge of guilt and stood up.

"It's fine, really! Just stay seated!" Rebecca waved her hands repeatedly.

She picked up the coffee with sugar for Aiden again, this time with slightly smoother movements. Holding the coffee cup, she casually stirred it with a spoon, then turned around, forcing herself to appear calm as she held the cup across the dining table, offering it to Aiden. "Please, go ahead."

"I forgot about the saucer..." Aiden thought to himself.

But he didn't want to ruin the atmosphere by pointing it out, so he reached out with both hands, carefully touching the rim of the cup with one hand and grasping the handle held by Rebecca with the other, accidentally brushing against her scalded finger.

Aiden didn't think much of it at first, but Rebecca's expression visibly tensed for a moment, making Aidan also take notice.

Rebecca was clearly still adjusting to the presence of a man who seemed somewhat familiar but whose relationship she couldn't remember.

"It's seems quite inconvenient losing a memory," Aiden brought up the topic proactively, showing understanding.

"Yeah, it takes some time to remember where I put things that I don't use often. It's not a big deal, but it can be quite troublesome," Rebecca sighed wryly.

"Going back to work like this would probably be difficult, right?"

"Yeah, my memories of work... basically only the things that happened when I caught Priscilla." Rebecca sighed. "Now I'm not even proficient with a gun anymore. If I were to go back as a judge, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the ability to accompany them."

"Mm, I understand."

Those were Aiden's sincere words. There was probably no one in this world who understood Rebecca's feeling better than him.

"I originally wanted to apply for a transfer to another department, but the director has been trying to persuade me to stay, saying that I can continue to take paid leave until I recover." Rebecca's expression showed some helplessness. "And he even angrily told me that I'm stupid for wanting to go to that kind of department..."

"What department did you apply to?" Aiden asked as he casually brought the coffee to his lips.

After he left, the Inquisition Bureau had become even more short of personnel, so Director Harold probably wouldn't easily let anyone go.

"The Rose Prison."

Aiden choked As soon as he took a sip of the coffee.

"What's wrong?" Rebecca was startled.

"You..." Aiden coughed for a while before recovering. "Are you serious?"