The next morning, in the inner corridor of the meeting room in the Rose Iron Prison Core Zone.
Under the watch of her guard, Veronica, Ophelia arrived at the entrance of the meeting room.
"Yesterday, the 'assistant' you provided proved useful, so I declare your observation period officially over," Aiden took out a bottle containing ash-colored smoke, "I'm returning it to you now."
"Hmph, at least you know what's good for you," Ophelia extended her left arm.
Aiden opened the bottle: "Prisoner 3005, temporary unsealing of spellcasting permission."
Gray smoke billowed from the bottle, instantly being absorbed into the stump of Ophelia's wrist, reconstituting her pale left hand.
Ophelia moved her wrist around and looked at Aiden, "You just told me I have a visitor, don't tell me..."
"Your observation period is over, so you can have visitors," Aiden nodded.
"So, he's already here?" Ophelia asked.
