I! Cleaner!-Chapter 728 - 663: Aftermath

The moon sinks and the stars fade, night ends and daybreak arrives.

After an unbelievably chaotic night, the sun rises as usual the next day, and the Nightmare River that permeates the Royal Capital gradually recedes under the slightly drowsy sunlight.

With the Demonic Soul Abyss realigned, millions of souls that had been suspended all night finally break free from the nightmare and successfully return to their original bodies, dragged by blood-red hair.

It’s finally over...

Using the Black Goat’s soul vision to confirm that everyone’s souls have "returned," Leon lets out a long sigh, then sinks back into the sofa and tiredly closes his eyes.

Even though the nightmare is the deepest fear in the night, it allows him to have boundless energy at night, but it only keeps his body from being tired; it has no solution for mental exhaustion.

And last night... to put it plainly, it was extraordinarily exhausting mentally.

Even putting aside the damned Aquarius Director, just the situation at headquarters left him uneasy. It was supposed to be an ambush, but until now, there’s been no movement, and none of the three directors can be reached.

To guard against potential follow-up moves by the Slaughter King Association, he had to stay alert next to the director, guarding against possible second attacks while helping her alleviate the pressure of soul-dragging, anxiously enduring a whole night.

Luckily, the Slaughter King Association didn’t send additional personnel, and the second half of the night was peaceful, allowing him and the director to safely wait for the sun, narrowly escaping any deadly mishaps...

"Leon..."

Just as Leon, whose body isn’t tired but mentally exhausted, reclines on the sofa to relax, a foot suddenly stretches over from the side, weakly nudging him.

"Do me a favor..."

The soul finally returned to the body of the red-haired director, who sprawled ungracefully on the adjacent sofa, looking exhausted and pleading:

"I want to have a drink now... Do you have any alcohol? Could you give me a few bottles?"

"I do have alcohol, but it’s from that batch Mr. Taurus sent before. It’s alcohol to me, but it won’t be to you."

"Then could you go downstairs and fetch me a couple of bottles from the storeroom, would you?"

"..."

Honestly... although you’re really worn out, I truly don’t want to move...

Having been tense all night and then helping the red-haired director with a large amount of soul work, Leon’s spirit simply couldn’t bear it anymore. Usually diligent, he seldom showed this laziness and turned his head away, pretending not to hear her request.

"Leon... good Leon~"

Seeing Leon unresponsive, the red-haired director, as limp as if boneless, moved closer with difficulty, then stretched her foot to nudge him again.

"I’m begging you~ could you please bring me two bottles of alcohol? I really don’t want to move..."

"I don’t want to move either... can’t you use your hair to get two bottles yourself?"

"Moving my hair is as tiring as moving my legs... I was up all night with you, completely drained, and I really have no strength left..."

What do you mean by being up all night with me... Can you stop saying things that can be easily misunderstood? And could you stop kicking my pants? Anna just washed them for me yesterday.

Kicking, kicking.

"Please help, please help~"

"No help!"

Kicking, kicking.

Leon, exhausted as if his soul were dying, tried hard to move away, then, with his eyes closed, irritably said:

"Go yourself! With the effort of trying to get me to do it, you could have already brought up the alcohol!"

"It’s not the same!"

"How is it not the same?"

"It’s just not the same~"

"Then tell me how it’s different!"

"..."

Seeing that Leon wouldn’t be ordered, the red-haired director seemed to sulk and stopped talking, simply persistently stretching her foot, lightly nudging Leon’s thigh, hoping to annoy him enough that he’d get the alcohol willingly.

After she kicked him several times, Leon was indeed annoyed enough to be at wit’s end, so he caught her ankle and irritably said:

"Stop it! Let me rest a bit, and then I’ll... where’s your shoe?"

"It fell off earlier."

Tucked inside sheer white socks, the five toes flexibly moved up and down a few times before the red-haired director, with her eyes closed, said with a playful smile:

"How about this, if you get me the alcohol, I can let you..."

"Stop! Enough!"

Based on his familiarity with the red-haired director, Leon quickly interrupted before she could speak without restraint, then reluctantly pushed away her warm foot, laboriously got up, went downstairs, grabbed two bottles from the storage, and threw them to her before lying back on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t rested long before her foot crept back again, playfully pinching his outer thigh with her toes.

"Leon~ Leon~"

"What now?"

"Will you have a drink with me?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Having a drink... well, that sounds acceptable.

After taking the bottle the red-haired director tossed back, Leon popped the cork with his thumb and took a swig, then asked with his eyes closed:

"Director, is there any news from headquarters yet?"

"Hiss... ah!"

After gulping a large mouthful of brandy, the red-haired director, refraining from alcohol for days, let out an immensely satisfying sigh before nodding:

"There’s some news, I guess... I just inquired with Edward. He said now Mimi controls Pisces Director’s body, and she wakes up at nine every day, whereas Sagittarius Director has vanished, can’t contact anyone, and as for Mr. Taurus..."

She paused slightly at this point, then said with a complex expression:

"Since the palace entry was forcibly interrupted, it’s hard to determine her current situation, but judging from the Eleventh Ant Nest... seems like she’s not in any danger."

"Then that’s good news."

Taking a sip of rum sweetened with molasses, Leon said with his eyes closed:

"Though Aquarius succeeded this time, his palace entry means he’s trapped alone in that prison, slowly worn down by time until nothing remains... we might as well consider him already dead!

Out went a troublesome guy, but swapping him for Mr. Taurus saved her from facing a thousand years of solitude—no matter how you look at it, we came out ahead."

"Haha, indeed!"

Upon hearing Leon’s words, the red-haired director couldn’t help but laugh, clinking her bottle against Leon’s and saying with some emotion:

"Though it might not be a good sentiment, when finding out Aquarius successfully replaced Mr. Taurus as the palace guard, I was actually happy, even somewhat thankful towards him...

Um... enough about that, Leon, could you come over here for a minute and help me check my teeth?"

"Huh?"