Modern World Warlock-Chapter 100: Prison Break (Part 1)

It was late at night inside the prison of Barretto, where some of the most dangerous criminals in Novaria resided.

At the end of a long hallway, Detective June found herself inside a solitary confinement cell, wearing her orange prisoner uniform as she lay down on the cold cement floor.

The girl had a few bruises on her face and arms after receiving a beating from the guards who detained her.

Her eyes were swollen from the tears she had been shedding, and her throat was as dry as a desert.

*Sob* "Alice… I’m sorry," June muttered to herself.

Shortly after she was detained inside Captain Slack’s office, she was instantly transferred to Barretto, which wasn’t the usual procedure.

The woman had been falsely accused as a murderer and incarcerated without evidence, so she understood that her captain was pulling the strings to have her excommunicated as quickly as possible.

’I’m utterly powerless…’ she thought.

June remembered how Zac and Dante were able to stand against the demon that impaled Alice.

She didn’t trust them, but the woman still admired and envied their strength, replaying in her mind the moment when Dante turned the demon into dust with one hand.

As the woman crunched her body into a fetal position, she heard footsteps coming toward her cell, making her perk up with fear and anticipation.

The detective was aware of the poor treatment that the prisoners received inside Barretto, and after being beaten and dumped in solitary confinement, she believed that her torment for the day was over.

Unfortunately, when she peeked through the small hole in the iron door, she spotted two guards snickering as they leisurely approached her cell.

"Heheh, who would have guessed that the captain was going to abandon her student," said one of the guards, spinning a set of keys on his finger.

"He did say to ’do as you wish with her’—Don’t mind if we do, cap’n," said the second guard, letting out a perverse laugh.

"She is only 21, right? That’s prime meat right there!" the guard replied, depravedly licking his lips.

June clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as she heard the men talking while walking towards her, a mixture of fear and regret overwhelming her body.

’If I had just followed the Winter handler’s plan…’ she thought, tears forming under her eyes.

"Wakey, wakey, detective… We are here to feed you!" one of the guards exclaimed, continuously slamming his baton against the wall.

Still, the men’s lack of a food tray in their hands made it clear that they were speaking loudly to mask their real intent.

’Please… I beg you. If there is any god out there, please… HELP ME!’

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A small distance away from the prison, an SUV was parked on the side of a highway, as it was the safest place for Dante to be dropped off without raising suspicions.

"Are you sure you don’t want me to wait for you around here?" Neil asked the warlock, who stretched his arms and legs as he got out of the vehicle.

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"Yeah, I’ll just take her directly to the city…" Dante confidently replied.

"Gotcha. If you need my help, then just let the boss know, and I’ll come right back to get ya’," Neil said before driving off.

When Dante hopped over the safety fence on the side of the highway, he put on his mask and cast his "Wings of the Fallen" spell, producing a pair of shadowy, black feathered pinions to appear on his back.

With a single flap, the warlock rose high in the air and spotted the prison nearby, launching himself in its direction at high speeds.

There were four towers on each corner of the prison’s squared territory, separated by tall, iron fences with a razor wire on top that could also electrocute any climbers.

While flying above the building, he could clearly listen to Camille’s voice in his ear through his mask, guiding him towards the south side of the prison, where the solitary confinement cells were located.

"Is this really a high-security prison? This looks a bit too easy…" Dante said on his microphone.

["It’s the best one in the province. Not in the whole country, though,"] Trinity interjected in the intercoms.

"I see. Thanks, Miss Trinity… Either way, there doesn’t seem to be anything in there that could pose a problem," Dante said, still suspended a few hundred meters in the air above the prison grounds.

["If you are confident, then go ahead and do as you wish,"] the handler commented, watching the live feed from Dante’s mask.

When the warlock got closer to the southern part of the prison, he sensed a high density of umbra coming from a single area, raging with fear and desperation.

’That’s her…’ Dante thought, recognizing the aura as that of the rookie detective.

Even though Dante didn’t have X-ray vision that allowed him to peek inside, he could see the expansive red cloud of umbra flowing from the woman, allowing him to locate her position accurately.

Her energy was overflowing with fear, regret, sadness, rage, and disgust—a conglomerate of negative emotions.

However, he could sense two more clouds of umbra that were approaching the woman, but the emotions that the warlock read from those clouds were entirely different.

’Malice, perversion… Ugh, nasty,’ Dante thought, analyzing the aura of the guards.

"It seems like you were right in sending me here, Camille," Dante spoke up.

["Is that right?"] the handler said on the intercom.

"I can sense two of the worst kind of people getting closer to her…" Dante continued.

["As I said, do as you wish. Although, if they are the worst kind, you might as well take them out,"] Camille replied.

The handler didn’t exactly know what Dante meant by "the worst kind of people." Still, she trusted his instincts and judgment, so she didn’t even bother asking.

Trinity, who was watching the live feed from an unknown dark room, pondered the entire time how the warlock was able to fly—more than that, she wondered how he would infiltrate the place.