I! Cleaner!

**'I'm so enraged!!!'**

After the apple was taken out of her mouth, the Black Goat spat out the juice from her mouth in fury and roared in Leon's soul, *'I am a Demon, a Great Demon! That Wilde, how dare he treat me like this? Don't stop me! Once we get out of here, I'm definitely going to tear it apart!'*

Ah, right, right, you're an 8-point little chicken, tearing apart a 16-point opponent seems too easy.

Leon couldn't be bothered with the Black Goat's impotent rage. He grabbed its braided sheep horns and tossed the sauce-covered thing onto an empty plate meant for collecting trash. While munching on other side dishes on the plate, he read the lips of the male and female protagonists conversing in the distance, trying to make out their dialogue.

According to the plot summary given by the Princess, the male protagonist Elijah was originally just resisting a loveless marriage, coming to this small town to relax.

But in the tavern, he was attracted to Agatha's enthusiastic and lively personality and endless energy. He invited her to tour the small town with him. Over eleven days of exploration, their hearts grew closer, and with Agatha being kidnapped and their reunion at the wedding, they eventually became partners.

After running the story through his mind, Leon's eyes reflected a thoughtful expression.

So, here's the question: Even if Agatha isn't really a waitress and is just working here, without other waitstaff seen in this little tavern, can the boss really let her take ten days off at once?

Moreover, from the content of their conversation, although both the male and female leads seemed a bit love-obsessed, valuing love and freedom above all else, neither were of frivolous nor casual character.

With the male lead under an engagement, unsure whether to escape marriage, it was unlikely for him to invite a beautiful stranger on a city tour. Similarly, the female lead Agatha was of a more "reserved" nature, typically unlikely to accept such an intimate eleven-day invitation from a stranger male.

So in the first scene at this tavern, something must have happened to quickly bring them closer, not enough to make them recognize each other, but at least to form an initial trust and affection.

After deducing the likely attitude changes in the first scene, Leon glanced around at the tavern's guests and their states, making some predictions about what might happen next.

The most probable scenario was that some trouble arose in the tavern. The male protagonist tried to help Agatha but ended up causing her to lose her job, so he invited her to be a guide, hoping to offer some economic compensation.

And Agatha, due to the male lead's righteous defense or some other act, developed a trust and closeness to him. Since she planned to leave in two weeks, she accepted the guide job, making everything reasonable.

As for the source of the trouble...

"You're talking nonsense! My drinking capacity is great!"

In Leon's contemplative gaze, near the male and female protagonists who were discussing poetry, a table of red-faced, drunken patrons finally started making a ruckus.

A red-faced sailor rolled up his sleeves, slammed his fist on the tavern's old wooden table, and argued with a puffed chest and glaring eyes, "I can at least drink five more! If you two pass out, I'll still be standing!"

"Cut the bullshit!"

Two sailors sitting across from him laughed and cursed, "Five more? With your wobbly stance, you'd be lying down after two more!"

"Haha, not wrong, if you drink five more, you'd indeed be straight, but flat on the ground!"

"Bullshit!"

Faced with his companions' relentless ridicule, the already swaying sailor lost his temper and stood up abruptly, shouting loudly, "If I go down, I'm your grandson! Today's alcohol is not even a fraction of what I usually drink!"

"Alright, alright, I believe you. You could say you can drink a whole barrel, and I'd believe!"

"Haha, right, right, you usually drink a lot, today you're just wobbly from the sea breeze, nothing to do with alcohol at all!"

"I... I'm telling the truth! If I'm lying to you, I'm a dog!"

After suffering a second round of teasing, the drunk, slightly embarrassed man looked around and promptly grabbed Agatha's arm, pulling her over by force, drunkenly shouting, "Agn... Agatha, or whatever! You're the server here, you tell them how much I usually drink!"

Startled as she was suddenly yanked over, Agatha looked taken aback.

But whether it was her nature or the Princess's influence, as the female protagonist, she quickly calmed down, responding gently, "Sir, you seem to be a bit drunk, how about..."

"Haha, did you hear that? She said you're drunk!"

"Looking for someone to vouch? Anyone can see you're down for the count, why keep pushing?"

Agatha's response might have been fine at another time, but for a brawny man embroiled in a drinking dispute, it was akin to pouring oil on the fire.

Listening to the loud laughter of his two companions, the booze-fueled brute's eyes reddened instantly. He gripped Agatha's shoulders with both hands, glaring with bloodshot eyes and roaring angrily, "I'm not drunk! You little woman..."

"Let go!"

At that moment, Leon felt the string on him pull sharply, standing him up directly, and bellowed with righteous anger, "Take your hands off her! Stop harassing my Agatha!"

Hmm? Is this my job? Shouldn't the male protagonist be stepping in to help right now?

As Leon was pondering it, the drunken brute in the distance, getting mad, grabbed an empty bottle on the table and threw it over, smashing it into pieces against the table near Leon.

"Ouch!"

Accompanied by the shriek of "Mr. Joseph" who narrowly missed being hit by the bottle, the drunken sailor twisted his thick neck, glaring as he cursed, "Piss off, pretty boy! I'm talking to this woman, what's it got to do with you? Just make sure to hold on to your balls! Speak up again, and I'll beat you!"

Under the string's control, the "Hero of Justice" "Mr. Joseph," actually complied with the demand, pressing his legs together with a pale face, trembling and sitting back down.

*Got it... Adding this part suddenly is meant to highlight the male protagonist's courage through my faltering, is it?*

In Leon's somewhat displeased gaze, the drunken brute turned back to continue but noticed another table of patrons standing up, crossing his arms with a face full of dislike questioning out loud, "Are you guys sailors from the 'Seagull' merchant ship?"

"So what if we are?"

Realizing that yet another person had stood up, the drunken brute pointed at him impatiently, "Did I say you? Mind your own business, heard me? Or watch out for my... hey!"

Seeing his hand slapped away, the drunken brute was enraged. Just as he was about to lash out, the handsome man across furrowed his brows, saying, "I am close with the Seagull's first mate. If you cause trouble here, I will definitely tell him about what happened today, word for word!"

"Haha, are you using him to threaten me?"

The drunken brute seemed infuriated, staggering over while saying with menace, "What about the first mate? The first mate can control me drinki—ah!!!"

Amid the bewildered eyes of everyone, a shiny patent leather shoe with a heel peeked out from between the drunken brute's legs... Or put it another way, the flamboyantly dressed fellow who was scared earlier somehow slipped over and kicked the drunkard right in the manhood.

"Run!"

Taking advantage of the moment's bewilderment, Leon, having torn off the strings, ran over, executing a secretly learned female officer's crotch kick perfectly, and immediately swept Agatha into a horizontal carry, sprinting towards the door amidst her screams.

Incredibly, before making his escape, he didn't forget to kick over the table, spilling its leftovers over the drunken man's comrades. Before the three, momentarily stunned by the unexpected hit, could react, Leon had zigzagged and vanished out of sight.

"..."

Watching the beauty who left his side, the male protagonist was befuddled.

"..."

Seeing the plot spin out of control, the [Master of Drama] grasped the string with an utterly baffled face.

"There's still one here who didn't run!"

"Beat him up!"

In the expressionless silence, the three sailors who had been wronged first came to their senses. Knowing they themselves were drunk and definitely couldn't catch the two outside, they gritted their teeth and surrounded Elijah, intending to vent their anger on him.

"W-wait! You can't hit me!"

Aware things were gravely amiss, the male protagonist could no longer hide his identity, turning pale as he blurted out, "I am a guest on the Seagull, and also..."

"Bang!"

Just as Elijah was about to reveal his identity, hoping to avoid the beating, there came a bang from behind. The pretty boy who had just bolted with Agatha barged back through the door by kicking it open!

In the dumbfounded faces of several people, the flamboyant, multicolor-clad Leon rushed to the counter, grabbing the dog lying on it, then darted to his former seat, sweeping up the unfinished "dishes" with the plates, and promptly leaping out through the window, vanishing once more around the street corner.

"..."

The three brawny men were utterly stupefied.

"..."

The [Master of Drama], clutching the string, began to grind his teeth.

"..."

As for Elijah, surrounded by three drunks, his face turned into one of utter despair, worse than crying.

What the heck, you came back not only for the dog but even took away the half-eaten dishes... And me? This living person, how about you save me at least a bit!