Oh right, there does seem to be such a person.

Gazing at the ordinary young man in front of them, wearing a face full of joy, it took a while before the two men and a cat snapped back to reality. The Food God seemed to have brought not three but four people from the Virgin Bureau.

Apart from the freckled Prince Joshua and the maid who always looked timid, there seemed to be another man assigned to the role of a guard, a cleaner named... Ma... What was his name again?

Though he was supposedly someone I had personally picked, after thinking for a long time, I still couldn't remember the cleaner's name. The Multi-level Marketing Witch, incarnated from the Narration of Nonexistence, silently paused for a while before asking with a twitching expression:

"How long... have you been here?"

"Quite a few days."

The male cleaner replied helplessly:

"Earlier, I had a stomachache and went to the bathroom, and by the time I came back, His Lordship and the others were gone, the store was turned upside down like it had been ransacked... Luckily, the windows and doors were still intact, and the heater worked, otherwise, I wouldn't have known where to stay these nights."

"Well, that's really not easy."

"Isn't it..."

Matter-of-factly forgotten by everyone, Matthew sighed with a bitter expression:

"I also thought about asking someone about His Lordship's whereabouts, but something strange happened, my photo ended up on a wanted notice... Though it seemed no one recognized me, I didn't dare to inquire too much either.

Besides, the money I have isn't usable here, I can't stay at an inn, can't buy food, and had to sleep on the sofa here, taking a few fruits from the stall at the neighboring market every day... By the way, where is His Lordship? Has he gotten rid of the wanted status yet?"

"..."

Not only has he rid of the wanted status... I bet soon he'll be the one issuing a wanted order for me!

After listening to Matthew's tale with a hard-to-maintain expression, the Multi-level Marketing Witch, incarnated from the Narration of Nonexistence, quickly developed a headache facing this cleaner who was part of the story yet seemed totally detached.

According to the "rules" of my Bedtime Story, the more involved someone is, and the tighter their connection to the story, the more they are bound by it due to their "roles" and "plotlines".

The problem with this guy is that he might possess some special anomaly, his presence remarkably low, so low that I even forgot to give him a specific "plot", making the restrictiveness of the Bedtime Story rather limited on him.

And such a low restraining power allowed his anomalous abilities to be minimally affected, letting him still exert influence within the Bedtime Story, creating such a bizarre character completely outside the tale.

This really is... unexpected, didn't think my Bedtime Story could have such an outrageous loophole...

...

"Lord Leon has already gotten rid of the wanted status, everything is going smoothly for now."

Staring at the ordinary young man for a few moments, making a deliberate effort to memorize his plain face, the Multi-level Marketing Witch pondered for a bit, then reluctantly fished out her wallet, pulling out a couple of notes.

This odd cleaner was just downstairs in the bathroom. He might have overheard the strategy we discussed with White Snake, and now he has seen White Snake and me in our true forms. Logically, he should be silenced to avoid exposing White Snake and me.

But he's also a part of the "story" I set, and his "ending" is predetermined. If I eliminate him now, it'd be undermining the Bedtime Story, so better keep him around for now.

"Here, take this money."

After stuffing the notes into the ordinary young man's hands, the Multi-level Marketing Witch pointed in the direction of the Grand Witch Hall's main entrance, and with a smile, started to BS:

"Take this money for now. This shop is under surveillance. Staying here might be dangerous, so you'd better find a place a bit further away and stay at an inn for a couple of days.

Lord Leon is busy these days, can't look after you for now. You can wait at Sacrificial Square in two days, he'll be there with us then."

"Oh, oh!"

Without doubting the identity of these two men and a cat, Matthew gratefully accepted the notes adorned with runes, then fished out a few Copper Wheels from his pocket, slightly embarrassed, and handed them over.

"This is all I have, not sure if it's enough to compensate you for the money…"

"This is fine, it's fine."

Eager to get this troublesome guy off her back, the Multi-level Marketing Witch, incarnated from the Narration of Nonexistence, grabbed without looking and stuffed the Copper Wheels into her purse, then signaled towards the door with a smile.

"I won't keep you then, be safe on your way."

"Oh, alright."

After repeatedly thanking the generous "Miss Witch" and nodding to the handsome young man behind her, oblivious to their sinister intentions, Matthew hurriedly left the second-hand broom shop with money in hand to find a place to stay.

Once his figure vanished around the street corner, White Snake, who had remained silent the whole time, recalled Matthew's excessively ordinary face, then couldn't help but frown and ask:

"My lord, do you still remember what he looked like?"

"Just a tiny bit..."

After recalling for a moment, the Multi-level Marketing Witch rubbed her forehead, looking pretty speechless and said:

"That guy is just too... plain, not even a slightly distinctive mole on his face; he's got the most average body type, and even his clothes are as nondescript as he is, no identifiable features whatsoever.

It feels like I might not even recognize him the next time we meet; the Cleaning Bureau sure has all kinds of strange folks... let's drop it. Let's proceed with... ugh!"

At this point, the face of the Multi-level Marketing Witch suddenly went pale, and she squinted towards the incarnation of a handsome young man, White Snake, speaking with a serious expression:

"The constraint is shaking again! The Food God must be leveraging the Grand Witch King's authority to demand all societies accept the amalgamation, trying to drag the entire Witch Kingdom into my story... White Snake, how are your preparations going?"

"Almost there."

Touching the earring, the handsome young man, incarnated as White Snake, replied:

"They have been informed of the conditions, your sleep caps have also been distributed, and everyone is ready to intervene in your story as needed."

"How many have joined so far?"

"Twenty-two, could reach twenty-five before nightfall."

"Not enough."

Recalling the self-assured look on the Food God's face, coupled with the increasingly strange escalation in his words, the Multi-level Marketing Witch, incarnated from the Narration of Nonexistence, clenched her fist, then resolutely declared:

"To be safe, at least thirty... no! Forty! Even more if possible!

Apart from the ones in the Realm of the Dead, Thousand Sails Maritime Country, Mirror Sky Court, and East Carleighwen Kingdom, summon all others back! This time we must complete this in one stroke and thoroughly eliminate the Food God!"