I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1022 - 941: Great-Aunt

'You're being too blunt...'

When Leon nodded in agreement to "Prince Vernon's" invitation and boarded the carriage heading to the Abysmal Church, the red-haired director inside the pinecone couldn't help but remind:

'Even though that Security Officer has left, Leon's suspicions are only temporarily dispelled, but this does not mean he will let down his guard.

Your act of inviting him to the Abysmal Church, using Vernon's body just now, was too transparently intended. Leon is probably already suspicious of you now.

Luckily, you were manipulating Vernon to say these words, so he should first suspect Vernon, guessing whether this might be an arrangement by the Calewin royal family, trying to show him something at the Abysmal Church, rather than prioritize the suspicion that Vernon is being controlled; otherwise…'

'Enough!'

Annoyed by the red-haired director's nagging, the Ophidian Director couldn't help but turn his head and glare at her.

'I understand the situation! If I didn't know that, I wouldn't... I probably wouldn't have issued such a straightforward invitation! Besides, hasn't it been exposed yet?'

'It's only not exposed for the time being.'

Looking through the pinecone, she saw a smiling Leon and found that familiar look of suspicion in his eyes. The red-haired director couldn't help but shake her head and continued earnestly:

'Your disguise is too sloppy. Given Leon's vigilance, if you keep speaking so carelessly, he will eventually connect it to you or me, by then...'

'How about you do it!'

Feeling that every word the red-haired director said seemed to subtly belittle his intelligence, the Ophidian Director couldn't help but withdraw his bleeding finger, irked and infuriated, saying:

'You've always been like this! Whatever I do, you comment endlessly! If you think you can do better, go ahead!'

'When I wasn't deliberately deceiving you, was I ever wrong?'

'...'

'You're too impulsive. If only you would remember to consult me more when making decisions back then...'

'Shut up!'

'I can shut up, but you also need to face reality.'

'...'

'Even if you don't say anything, it won't help; the fact is you chose the wrong path. Trust me, Leon will be the one to change everything...'

Ah ah ah!

Enraged by the red-haired director's words belittling him and praising Leon, the Ophidian Director gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and exerted more pressure on his hands, squeezing out a large amount of blood again.

As more of the Crimson Blood surged into his body, Prince Vernon's pupils slightly flickered, as if he suddenly remembered something and tentatively asked Leon:

"Master Leon, I have a question here, could you possibly answer it?"

"What question?"

"It's regarding Olivia, Miss Olivia."

After gauging Leon's expression, "Prince Vernon" hesitantly continued in a whisper:

"I'm also responsible for managing the royal family genealogy, so I'm familiar with the names of the family members. So when I received the notification from you asking my father to help find Miss Olivia, I wanted to ask you...

Master Leon, is the Olivia you're looking for my Aunt Olivia?"

"?!"

'?!'

Heh, isn't it just about uncovering the past? As if no one else can do it!

Glancing at the suddenly tight-faced red-haired director, the Ophidian Director felt a surge of satisfaction, waving his blood-stained finger as he continued to manipulate Prince Vernon, anxiously pursuing: 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Did I guess correctly? The person you asked us to investigate is indeed Aunt Olivia?"

"..."

Aunt... Putting this title after the director's name is really dispiriting...

Subconsciously smacking his lips, Leon nodded in acknowledgment of Prince Vernon's guess, then with a somewhat difficult expression replied:

"The person I'm looking for is indeed her... You figured it out just from the name?"

"And the directions for the investigation you provided."

Prince Vernon thought for a moment, somewhat uncertainly said:

"The areas you suggested we focus on investigating were mainly taverns, markets, shopping streets, and the residences of several royal members with whom she has a poor relationship.

I've read some records about Aunt Olivia. Since she was little, she loved to drink, sneak out of the palace to join in the crowd, argue with people, cause trouble everywhere, and snatch away my father's and my uncles' pocket money... Those are all her favorite places to hang out."

"..."

"I remember when my great-grandfather was still alive, he used to comment on her and Jenny, Aunt Jenny... Not all girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice. Some girls are born to represent adventure, fine wine, wisdom, and fearlessness."

Adventure, fine wine, wisdom, fearlessness... The director, when not having drunken outbursts, does fit that description a bit.

Nodding in agreement, Leon said with some emotion:

"It's indeed a fitting evaluation, the director... Your aunt indeed is this way."

"Um... But that was great-grandfather's evaluation of Aunt Jenny."

"..."

Seeing Leon looking slightly embarrassed, Prince Vernon blinked and added:

"The latter half of great-grandfather's comment goes... As for Olivia, she's just a wild dog that runs freely unless tied up, inherently never learning to follow rules, abiding only by the rules she chooses to follow, deeming everything else nonsense.

Besides that, she's greedy for food, drink, games, and sleep, has thick skin, is unreasonable, morally corrupt with a poor character, and causes trouble without the slightest psychological burden... Ouch!"

Seeing Prince Vernon suddenly let out a pained cry, clutch his stomach, and squat down, the previously speechless Leon quickly extended a hand to steady him, then asked with concern:

"Your Highness? What happened?"

"No... It's nothing..."

The sudden sharp pain came and went quickly; wiping away the cold sweat from his forehead, the "Prince Vernon" guided by the red-haired director managed a forced smile and said:

"An old ailment of mine, lots of stomach aches... Master Leon, up ahead is the Anointed Church of the Abysmal Church, can I take you to see it first?"

"Alright."

After deeply looking at Prince Vernon, Leon didn't say much but walked alongside him towards the white towering buildings at the end of the long street.

"Prince Vernon."

When Leon and his party, surrounded by a dozen guards, arrived beneath the steeple of the Anointed Church, two priests dressed in white robes immediately emerged from the line welcoming worshippers at the entrance to greet them proactively.

"May Mother of Lightlessness bestow her blessings, so that even when you're amid darkness, your eyes remain as bright as day, unwavering from your path ahead."

After saying a blessing to the group, the two priests glanced at Leon with his predominantly dark hair, then couldn't help but furrow their brows, looking at Prince Vernon with questioning eyes.