Please Hold My Hand
Aiden quickly understood the patient's desire to have someone hold their hand; it was not an unusual request, just a seeking of reassurance.
Priscilla had no memories left. She now lay among a group of strangers, uncertain of what these people intended to do to her. Although they had been comforting her and assuring her that they were there to save her, she obviously couldn't blindly trust them. In this situation, she wanted someone to hold her hand as a guarantee, a promise that they wouldn't harm her.
"Warden, may I..." Dailey looked at Aiden and volunteered.
It seemed that Dailey and Priscilla did have some connection. Based on Priscilla's reaction earlier, it appeared that she had some faint recognition of Dailey. Perhaps Dailey was the only person on the scene who could provide her with a sense of security, which prompted Priscilla to reach out her hand.
"Alright," Aiden approved.
"Don't worry, Priscilla. You'll be fine," Dailey approached and soothingly reassured her while extending her hand.
However, Priscilla suddenly showed a terrified expression and pulled her hand back.
"Huh?" Dailey couldn't help but be taken aback.
Priscilla shook her head fearfully and strained her neck, trying to look past Dailey side and gaze at what was behind her.
Dailey, seeing the situation, turned around in surprise.
"I?" Aiden noticed their gaze and furrowed his brows.
He was a bit confused. Everyone here, including himself, believed that Priscilla wanted the comfort of someone she had a previous connection with, which seemed to be Dailey. But now it appeared that Priscilla was actually asking for him.
"Please... please stay by my side," Priscilla looked at him with a pleading expression.
"Do you know me?" Aiden instinctively asked.
Priscilla once again showed a bewildered look.
Aiden glanced at Dailey with a questioning look. Priscilla didn't know who he was at the moment, yet she inexplicably specified that she wanted him by her side, as if she subconsciously felt a certain closeness to Aiden. The only plausible explanation was that she knew him before losing her memories.
But according to Aiden's own inherited memories, he had very little interaction with Priscilla.
"Well..." Dailey pondered for a moment and replied, "Priscilla probably does know you. She has mentioned you more than once in the past..."
"Oh?" Melusine stared at Aiden, a meaningful smile forming on her face, An expression full of gossip.
The other people present, including Franda and the prison staff, perked up their ears as well. Dailey words, combined with Priscilla's current behavior, sparked their imaginations.
However, just as many began to imagine a grand drama involving the S-class wanted witch and the taboo love for the high-ranking inquisitor of the Inquisition, Dailey words instantly shattered their fantasies.
"In fact, Priscilla was an active advocate of the 'Witch Gathering.' She consistently promoted the idea that all witches on the continent should unite against the Inquisition of various countries and take the initiative to eliminate individuals who posed a threat to the 'Witch Gathering' through assassinations. Warden, when you were still a high-ranking inquisitor, she considered you one of her targets. By the way, she even personally issued a bounty on you, encouraging other skilled assassin witches to take you down..."
Aiden looked at Priscilla again, his gaze becoming somewhat wary.
Damn, so she had targeted me!
But this doesn't explain Priscilla's current behavior. According to Dailey words, even if Priscilla had a vague impression of him, there should still be caution or obvious distance, not this unfounded closeness and dependence.
But now, with her memory loss, Priscilla was enduring the pain and tearfully reaching out to Aiden, calling out, as if she were a helpless puppy abandoned on the roadside, whimpering for help. It instinctively evoked the phrase "pity at first sight."
Aiden, on the other hand, was seriously contemplating. He was no longer an inquisitor but the warden managing the prison. If using some gentle approach could calm the emotions of a prisoner, he deemed it worth a try.
With Dailey and other prison guards present, and Priscilla's magical powers sealed and securely restrained to the bed... weighing the safety considerations, Aiden ultimately chose to walk over and, as Priscilla wished, reached out and held her left hand.
This action successfully visibly calmed Priscilla's emotions to some extent, although she still appeared quite distressed.
Another wave of intense pain struck, causing Priscilla to stiffen her body and instinctively grip Aiden's hand tightly.
At this moment, Aiden felt relatively fine, and Priscilla's grip strength was only average for a young woman, not causing him much pain.
After the excruciating pain subsided, Priscilla dress was almost drenched in sweat, clinging to her body and accentuating her figure.
"I... I can't... I can't catch my breath!"
she gasped, struggling and twisting her body, as if trying to turn over.
Bound to the operating table in this prone position, her chest continued to be compressed, further exacerbating her difficulty in breathing.
"No, you can't move! This position makes it easier for you to vomit out whatever you need to. If you were lying on your back, you might choke on your own vomit," calmly stated Melusine.
Suddenly, Priscilla let out a piercing scream, startling everyone present.
This bout of pain was more intense than any she had experienced before, and instinctively, she tightly grabbed hold of Aiden's hand, causing him to feel the pain this time.
His grip seemed to have strengthened...
Not only that, Aiden also felt an unusual sensation from thumb pressed against the back of his hand.
Narrowing his eyes, Aiden observed as fine scales began to appear on Priscilla skin.
"Warden," Melusine suddenly spoke, while smiling at Aiden, "She's about to exhibit symptoms of beastification. I suggest you withdraw your hand early, just to be safe."
"Why?" Aiden asked, exerting force to try and withdraw his hand but unexpectedly finding himself unable to move. The strength of Priscilla grip on his hand rapidly escalated, soon causing Aiden to gasp in pain. This strange power... it had already surpassed the limits of a normal human.
"After beastification, the strength also becomes as powerful as that of a beast. Once she goes berserk, she'll render your hand useless!" Melusine revealed a gloating smile.
"You should have mentioned this earlier!" Aiden glared at her fiercely.
Please Hold My Hand
Aiden quickly understood the patient's desire to have someone hold their hand; it was not an unusual request, just a seeking of reassurance.
Priscilla had no memories left. She now lay among a group of strangers, uncertain of what these people intended to do to her. Although they had been comforting her and assuring her that they were there to save her, she obviously couldn't blindly trust them. In this situation, she wanted someone to hold her hand as a guarantee, a promise that they wouldn't harm her.
"Warden, may I..." Dailey looked at Aiden and volunteered.
It seemed that Dailey and Priscilla did have some connection. Based on Priscilla's reaction earlier, it appeared that she had some faint recognition of Dailey. Perhaps Dailey was the only person on the scene who could provide her with a sense of security, which prompted Priscilla to reach out her hand.
"Alright," Aiden approved.
"Don't worry, Priscilla. You'll be fine," Dailey approached and soothingly reassured her while extending her hand.
However, Priscilla suddenly showed a terrified expression and pulled her hand back.
"Huh?" Dailey couldn't help but be taken aback.
Priscilla shook her head fearfully and strained her neck, trying to look past Dailey side and gaze at what was behind her.
Dailey, seeing the situation, turned around in surprise.
"I?" Aiden noticed their gaze and furrowed his brows.
He was a bit confused. Everyone here, including himself, believed that Priscilla wanted the comfort of someone she had a previous connection with, which seemed to be Dailey. But now it appeared that Priscilla was actually asking for him.
"Please... please stay by my side," Priscilla looked at him with a pleading expression.
"Do you know me?" Aiden instinctively asked.
Priscilla once again showed a bewildered look.
Aiden glanced at Dailey with a questioning look. Priscilla didn't know who he was at the moment, yet she inexplicably specified that she wanted him by her side, as if she subconsciously felt a certain closeness to Aiden. The only plausible explanation was that she knew him before losing her memories.
But according to Aiden's own inherited memories, he had very little interaction with Priscilla.
"Well..." Dailey pondered for a moment and replied, "Priscilla probably does know you. She has mentioned you more than once in the past..."
"Oh?" Melusine stared at Aiden, a meaningful smile forming on her face, An expression full of gossip.
The other people present, including Franda and the prison staff, perked up their ears as well. Dailey words, combined with Priscilla's current behavior, sparked their imaginations.
However, just as many began to imagine a grand drama involving the S-class wanted witch and the taboo love for the high-ranking inquisitor of the Inquisition, Dailey words instantly shattered their fantasies.
"In fact, Priscilla was an active advocate of the 'Witch Gathering.' She consistently promoted the idea that all witches on the continent should unite against the Inquisition of various countries and take the initiative to eliminate individuals who posed a threat to the 'Witch Gathering' through assassinations. Warden, when you were still a high-ranking inquisitor, she considered you one of her targets. By the way, she even personally issued a bounty on you, encouraging other skilled assassin witches to take you down..."
Aiden looked at Priscilla again, his gaze becoming somewhat wary.
Damn, so she had targeted me!
But this doesn't explain Priscilla's current behavior. According to Dailey words, even if Priscilla had a vague impression of him, there should still be caution or obvious distance, not this unfounded closeness and dependence.
But now, with her memory loss, Priscilla was enduring the pain and tearfully reaching out to Aiden, calling out, as if she were a helpless puppy abandoned on the roadside, whimpering for help. It instinctively evoked the phrase "pity at first sight."
Aiden, on the other hand, was seriously contemplating. He was no longer an inquisitor but the warden managing the prison. If using some gentle approach could calm the emotions of a prisoner, he deemed it worth a try.
With Dailey and other prison guards present, and Priscilla's magical powers sealed and securely restrained to the bed... weighing the safety considerations, Aiden ultimately chose to walk over and, as Priscilla wished, reached out and held her left hand.
This action successfully visibly calmed Priscilla's emotions to some extent, although she still appeared quite distressed.
Another wave of intense pain struck, causing Priscilla to stiffen her body and instinctively grip Aiden's hand tightly.
At this moment, Aiden felt relatively fine, and Priscilla's grip strength was only average for a young woman, not causing him much pain.
After the excruciating pain subsided, Priscilla dress was almost drenched in sweat, clinging to her body and accentuating her figure.
"I... I can't... I can't catch my breath!"
she gasped, struggling and twisting her body, as if trying to turn over.
Bound to the operating table in this prone position, her chest continued to be compressed, further exacerbating her difficulty in breathing.
"No, you can't move! This position makes it easier for you to vomit out whatever you need to. If you were lying on your back, you might choke on your own vomit," calmly stated Melusine.
Suddenly, Priscilla let out a piercing scream, startling everyone present.
This bout of pain was more intense than any she had experienced before, and instinctively, she tightly grabbed hold of Aiden's hand, causing him to feel the pain this time.
His grip seemed to have strengthened...
Not only that, Aiden also felt an unusual sensation from thumb pressed against the back of his hand.
Narrowing his eyes, Aiden observed as fine scales began to appear on Priscilla skin.
"Warden," Melusine suddenly spoke, while smiling at Aiden, "She's about to exhibit symptoms of beastification. I suggest you withdraw your hand early, just to be safe."
"Why?" Aiden asked, exerting force to try and withdraw his hand but unexpectedly finding himself unable to move. The strength of Priscilla grip on his hand rapidly escalated, soon causing Aiden to gasp in pain. This strange power... it had already surpassed the limits of a normal human.
"After beastification, the strength also becomes as powerful as that of a beast. Once she goes berserk, she'll render your hand useless!" Melusine revealed a gloating smile.
"You should have mentioned this earlier!" Aiden glared at her fiercely.
