In the evening, Aiden took Flandre for an inspection in the core area.
"Come on, fight me one on one, you piece of trash, and see how I skin and fillet you!"
"Get lost, crappy warden, crawl away!"
"I strongly demand more dishes in the cafeteria!"
Veronica was not on duty tonight, and since Camilla had been spoken to by Aiden before and hadn't meddled with these matters again, the core area reverted to its former state of chaotic turmoil.
But today, Aiden wasn't in the mood to pay attention to them.
"Has Presia already been transferred to a cell?" Aiden asked Flandre, who was beside him.
"Yes, in the evening, the medical office said there was no need for her to continue lying there, so we followed the procedure and had her come to the cell. As you had instructed earlier, we put her in cell number twelve," Flandre answered.
Aiden hurried through the corridor and came straight to cell number twelve.
