Chapter 85:

Chapter 85:

The Amnesiac Witch

Rebecca, a colleague of the former Aiden within the Inquisition Bureau who had a reasonably good relationship with him. She joining the unit a year later than Aiden, she had served in Aiden's squad and stood out as a prominent investigator among the younger generation.

Upon inheriting the identity and memories of her predecessor, Aiden naturally assumed the previous interpersonal relationships. Rebecca had even assisted in organizing the farewell banquet when Aiden left the bureau for the Rose Prison assignment.

Investigators from the Inquisition Bureau often faced high-risk missions, dealing with the hunting of dark wizards and other criminal entities, risking injury or even sacrifice.

When frontline adjudicators took leave for "recuperation," it usually meant recovering from injuries.

"Just last week, we received intelligence that the S-rank wanted criminal Priscilla had relocated to the southern forest of the city. Rebecca led the team for a surprise raid." Harold struck a match, toasting a cigar as he explained the circumstances.nove(l)bi(n.)com

"Witch Priscilla?"

"Yes, that's her."

Priscilla, the witch, was a highly sought-after fugitive by the Inquisition Bureau, designated as an S-rank criminal with a red-level danger rating. Proficient in mental magic and a crucial member of the "Witch's Gathering," her bounty exceeded even the initial witch, Dailey.

"Was she captured?"

"She was. There were some complications during the assault, and the search team got separated in the dense forest. However, Rebecca pursued Priscilla alone and successfully apprehended her."

"Quite impressive," Aiden sincerely praised.

Facing a red-level alert criminal alone was an accomplishment achieved by only a few exceptionally skilled individuals, even among the seasoned and skilled higher-ranking adjudicators.

When Aiden left, Rebecca had just been promoted to a higher-ranking adjudicator, and in just a few years, she had grown to this extent.

If Priscilla was captured, it wouldn't be long before she was transferred to the Rose Prison.

"How could this happen?" Aiden frowned slightly.

"Rebecca still retains some memory fragments of the incident. According to her report, when Priscilla attacked her mentally, she fired a magic bullet at Priscilla's arm before falling unconscious due to the mental impact. However, Priscilla also suffered a backlash from her own magic, wiping her memories."

"there's such a thing..."

"The results of the mental assessment also confirm that Priscilla has completely lost her memory. It's impossible to rely on her now," Harold said in a subdued tone.

"This complicates things," Aiden couldn't help but sigh.

With the witch Priscilla losing her memory, not only did it mean one less potential avenue for Rebecca's memory recovery, but it also signified that Aiden would have to deal with a prisoner requiring special attention.

Given Priscilla's identity as a witch, he would likely have to confine her to the core area. However, a woman without memories in the midst of those monsters was akin to a lamb among wolves.

"So, when you have time, go check on that girl. She hardly has any recollection of her work at the Inquisition. Contact with people she used to work with might help in her recovery," Harold softly suggested.

Strictly speaking, Aiden didn't have much experience working with Rebecca, despite the memories still lingering in his mind.

Nevertheless, he agreed, "Alright, once I finish up with this matter, I'll visit her."

"With capable people in the bureau becoming scarcer, the days ahead might be tough," Harold took a puff of his cigar, sighed deeply, and gave Aiden a meaningful look, almost saying, "Why don't you come back to work?"

From Aiden's inherited memories, Harold had originally aimed to groom the former Aiden as his successor.

Aiden thought, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but my abilities are limited."

"Well, it's getting late. I'll take my leave," Aiden excused himself, sensing it wasn't suitable to stay any longer.

"Get lost, you brat," Harold chomped on his cigar, letting out a gruff insult from the corner of his mouth.

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