Chapter 266: The Progenitor's Letter The next morning, in the corridor outside the core area visitation room of Rose Iron Prison. Led by Veronica, Ophelia arrived at the door of the visitation room. "Yesterday, the 'helper' you provided contributed significantly, so I declare your observation period ended early," Aiden said, holding out a bottle containing swirling greyish-white mist. "Now, I'm returning this to you." "Hmph, took you long enough," Ophelia extended her left arm. Aiden opened the bottle. "Inmate 3005, temporarily lifting magic restriction." Grey mist surged from the bottle, immediately drawn to the stump of Ophelia's wrist, reconsolidating into her pale left hand. Ophelia flexed her wrist, looked at Aiden, and asked, "You just told me I had a visitor. Don't tell me..." "Your observation period is over, so you can receive visitors," Aiden nodded. "He's Waiting for you inside," Aiden pointed into the room, his expression stern. "Prepare yourself properly. Go say goodbye." "What do you mean? He's leaving right away?" Ophelia frowned slightly. "Yes, somewhere very far away..." Aiden's expression was solemn. "Go see him one last time." "What do you mean?" Ophelia was completely confused. Aiden didn't reply, simply opening the door to the visitation room and gesturing for Ophelia to enter. Bewildered, Ophelia walked into the room. She was met by a table, upon which sat an urn. Ophelia froze on the spot. Aiden closed the door behind her. Veronica, who had also entered the room, stood aside, unsure what expression to wear. Ophelia stared wide-eyed, looking from the urn to Aiden, then back. After a long pause, she managed to choke out, "What... does this mean?" Aiden kept a straight face and answered in a low voice, "During yesterday's operation, he was unexpectedly exposed and engaged the Blood Moon Cult. By the time I arrived, he was already gone... beyond saving." Ophelia's face went rigid. Then, as if her neck were rusted, she slowly turned her head back to face forward, staring blankly at the urn, standing rooted to the spot for a long time. After a while, she shook her head slightly, squeezing out words of disbelief, "He actually... just died... like that?" "I'm very sorry," Aiden said slowly. "You promised..." Ophelia whispered. "I'm very sorry," Aiden repeated. It was too late. The thought hit Ophelia, and an indescribable emotion instantly welled up in her chest, making her subconsciously clench her jaw. Just then, the door on the other side of the glass partition opened. Kyle Kaodo stepped into the room with camera in hand. The instant Ophelia looked up in astonishment, he raised the camera and pressed the shutter. "Great expression!" Kyle exclaimed loudly after capturing the shot. Ophelia froze again, staring through the partition at her lively brother on the other side. After a moment, realization dawned, and she whipped her head around to glare at Aiden. "Like I said, I'm very sorry," Aiden shrugged. "It was his idea." Ophelia slowly turned her face forward again, but this time, her expression was completely different—radiating undisguised murderous intent. "Surprise!" Kyle waved enthusiastically at Ophelia. "Seriously, Ophelia, your expression just now was fantastic! Haven't seen you in twenty years—put the table down first, okay!?" "I'll fucking kill you!!" Ophelia roared, grabbing the table, hoisting it over her head as if to smash through the glass partition. The empty urn clattered to the floor. Veronica quickly intervened, snatching the table away to prevent damage to prison property. "Calm down, calm down... Your temper is still as fiery as ever. But I really didn't expect you'd be so sad if I died. Looks like you still care about—" "Go die!!!" Ophelia cut off Kyle's smug laughter with a roar. Then she spun around abruptly, looked at Aiden, and stated word by word, "I don't know this person! I'm going back!!" "Hey, hey, you only get a few visits a week, right? Sit down and chat for a bit!" Kyle tried to call her back. "Hey, hey, don't go yet!" "Get lost!!" But Ophelia, furious, ignored him, opened the door, and stormed out of the visitation room. Veronica, responsible for guarding her, quickly followed. "Er, so this is..." Kyle laughed awkwardly, scratching his eyebrow. "Did I overplay it?" "Isn't this exactly the result one would expect?" Aiden shrugged. "Print me a copy of that photo later; I want to use it to laugh at her." "You're not much better than me, are you?" Kyle's eyes widened slightly. "Your sister is, shall we say, a source of joy in my line of work," Aiden smiled. "Also, she just finished her observation period. External visits are limited to twice a week, with at least a three-day interval." "Can you make an exception?" Kyle asked with a dry laugh. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel-fire.net "Regulations are regulations. Please understand," Aiden replied in an official tone. "Besides, even after three days, there's no guarantee she'll have calmed down. You might not get to see her anyway." "Alright, alright. I'll send some letters first," Kyle sighed deeply. "The things I brought for her, just deliver them to the room diagonally opposite, right?" "Go to the window opposite the reception desk and deposit it into her account," Aiden explained. "Though, in this prison, a vampire doesn't really spend much money." "Seeing her still so impulsive, just like before, I'm still a bit worried. Is this girl really going to be okay going forward?" Kyle sighed. "Ninety percent of the reason for that impulsiveness can probably be attributed to you," Aiden chuckled. "Still got 156 years left huh...? Wonder if I'll have a chance to see her get out," Kyle mused. "That depends on her own performance. Setting aside opportunities for sentence reduction, as long as she doesn't cause more trouble, things should be fine. For now, at least, there's a glimmer of hope," Aiden said, pausing slightly. "After all, for you blood-kin, the one thing you don't lack is time." "I entrust my sister to you. Please guide her onto the right path, Warden," Kyle bowed his head slightly. "I will do my part. The rest is up to her," Aiden adjusted his hat. "Then thank you in advance," Kyle lifted his head. "Ah, right, Warden. This time, I brought a letter for you. I Put it in your mailbox..." "More... those kinds of photos?" That was Aiden's first reaction. "No, no," Kyle waved his hands quickly, laughing dryly. "That's... a letter sent by Lord Progenitor, asking me to deliver it to you."