"Presia's research into a new spell?"
"Yes, I heard a witch named Vila mention at your gathering... Presia is researching some kind of new spell that would allow wanted witches to stop hiding and might even get you out."
At dusk, in the warden's office, Aiden and Daili sat opposite each other, separated by a coffee table.
"I'm not aware of that. Think about it, how many years have I been imprisoned? I haven't had any contact with her during that time," Daili said indifferently.
"Indeed."
This answer was as Aiden expected.
Aiden guessed that even if Daili knew what spell Presia was researching, she wouldn't spill everything to Aiden. This information held no value for Daili to trade, and even if she did tell, she wouldn't get much in return.
Aiden hadn't actually expected to pry any concrete answers from her; he was just asking casually.
When he had infiltrated the witches' meeting, he had been very concerned about the spell Vila mentioned Presia was researching.
