I! Cleaner!

"How come you drank only half of it?"

Seeing Leon staggering out from storage, his face flushed red from drinking, the Red-haired Director, who had been crouching and waiting for him for quite some time, couldn't help but tease sarcastically, "Does our dear Prince feel it's no fun drinking alone and wants to find some pretty girls to drink with to cheer up?"

"That's... fine..."

To the Red-haired Director's surprise, Leon didn't shyly smile in embarrassment but nodded vigorously instead, and then, stumbling over, he grinned, his eyes somewhat hazy, "Drinking alone... is really boring. It's better with someone else... I think... you're perfect..."

"..."

Oh my?

Hearing Leon's words, the Red-haired Director glanced at the hand resting on her shoulder, raising her eyebrows slightly, her beautiful fox-like eyes narrowing.

*You jerk, having good liquor and not sharing with me. Now that you're drunk, you even dare flirt with me? How is this any different from another woman having a child with my husband and then expecting me to raise it?*

"Alright~ Whatever His Highness says goes~"

With a sly grin, she grabbed Leon's hand, looping it around her shoulder, and supported the drunken Leon as they headed toward his office. With each step, she proposed, "Though, I don't drink much, but I know someone who does. Do you want her to join you?"

"No... it's okay..."

As they passed by his office, and reached Senior Emma's office door, Leon half-drunkenly chuckled and then appealed, "Both of you... it would be more... lively!"

"..."

*Want it lively? Fine! I'll make sure it's lively for you!*

Rolling her eyes at the thoroughly drunken Leon, the Red-haired Director let out a sneer, then opened the door to Emma's office and led the staggering Leon inside.

"Leon? How much did you drink?"

Seeing Leon's state, Emma, who was in the midst of writing a report behind her desk, couldn't help but look slightly surprised. She then glanced at the Red-haired Director, casting a mildly reproachful gaze.

*This is all your fault, the previously steady and reliable Leon is almost turned into a boozehound by you!*

*What does it have to do with me? I wasn't the one forcing liquor down his throat... Um... I almost didn't force the bottle on him, most of the time he wanted to drink himself, okay? I am maybe responsible for fifty percent, at most.*

Returning Emma's exasperated glance, the Red-haired Director blinked knowingly, mischievously signaling with her eyes, *Remember that time I was drunk and insisted on cuddling with you, and you scared me sober? Do that trick on him and help him sober up!*

*Isn't that a bit harsh? Leon might end up with psychological scars.*

*It's fine, a good deterrent to help him quit. This rascal just tried to have both of us drink with him, might as well give him a memorable lesson.*

*Really? Did Leon actually say such things? You're not pulling my leg, are you?*

...

"I didn't… drink too much... just a thousand bottles, only a sip from each... by the way, Senior Emma!"

While the Red-haired Director and Emma were silently exchanging intense opinions, Leon seemed to sober up a bit, then let go of the arm around the Red-haired Director's shoulder, stepped forward, and held Emma's hand.

"I've always... wanted to thank you."

With an unexpectedly sincere opening, Leon held Emma's soft and delicate hand, and with an emotional face, he said, "Since joining the Purification Bureau, you've helped me a lot, from giving me handy weapons to teaching me how to complete tasks, tirelessly advising me on staying safe during missions... oh, and also the Director!"

In the Red-haired Director's slightly dazed expression, Leon released his grip, turned back to look at her, and with gratitude in his blurry, drunken eyes, he said, "If it hadn't been for the Director letting me join the Purification Bureau, I might have already... um... Also, I have always remembered how the Director cared for me, always keeping it close to my heart, never forgetting.

Although my current skills are still lacking, and my ability to help is somewhat limited yet, I... certainly... will continue to work hard, becoming someone you can trust and rely on in the future... a more dependable person!"

"…"

*Why... suddenly say such heartfelt things? Listening to it is... really... really quite embarrassing...*

Receiving Emma's coy eye roll implying "You were indeed bluffing, Leon would never say that," the Red-haired Director, feeling a slight warmth in her heart, couldn't help but sigh, giving up the thought of pranking Leon mercilessly, but unfortunately...

"What a shame, Director, you also have quite a few flaws."

After consuming over a thousand types of liquor, Leon, barely managing to stand, bluntly commented, "The Director is very reliable when not drinking, but once drunk, your mind is as simple as a monkey's, all about drinking and nothing else. When you're in high spirits, even my dog passing by has to be caught and given a couple of drinks;

And if you restrain yourself from drinking for too long, you'll seek other mischiefs, uttering sinister things to prank people, also you're vengeful, exceptionally petty, always offering me terrible advice..."

"..."

*Looks like I really need to help you sober up, if I let you continue listing, Olivia could definitely hold a grudge against you.*

Listening to Leon rant on like bamboo shoots pouring out of a water tube, observing the Red-haired Director's increasingly dark expression, Emma couldn't help but let out a chuckle. She then reached for Leon's hand, using her nail to lightly scrape the pad of his thumb.

"Huh?"

Something astonishing happened to Emma; although she could still touch Leon's hand normally, the intense soul-pain-inducing scrape miraculously turned into a phantom in a strange twist, as if the anomalous object had never activated.

*What's going on?!*

Beside her, the Red-haired Director noticed this peculiar scenario as well. With a frown, she lifted her hand and snapped her fingers, several vibrant red strands of hair quietly falling and swiftly coiling around Leon's hand.

Yet, the previous scene repeated; in a bizarre twist, those strands of [Slaughter Blood Hair] turned into illusionary bubbles and vanished, leaving Leon's wrist entirely unoccupied…

?!!! Not even the Numbered Anomalous Object works?!

"Leon! Wake up!"

Discovering such an astounding anomaly, the Red-haired Director immediately grasped Leon's shoulders, shaking the somewhat drowsy him awake, her gaze full of seriousness, she inquired, "What on earth is happening to you?"

"Huh? What… what do you mean?"

"Certainly your condition! Why were both Emma's and my anomalous objects forcibly restored upon contact with you?"

"Oh, you mean that..."

Hearing the Red-haired Director's query, Leon chuckled sluggishly.

"I became the Immortal of Liquor, floating."

...

[Immortal of Liquor (Abnormal · Amber · No Upgrade Available): Fond of savoring fine wine on the lips, fearless of tempestuous obstacles, dispelling gloomy clouds and dejection with a cup of gleeful spirits]

[Worn Effect: Consuming a total weight of alcohol exceeding your body weight will put you into a special state "Drunken Life, Dreamy Death"]

[Drunken Life, Dreamy Death: During intoxication, all attacks capable of causing harm to your body will turn into mere illusions; all attacks capable of harming your soul will be fully dispelled by the state of drunkenness.

As the cost of immunity to all harm, during "Drunken Life, Dreamy Death," you'll be unable to use any form of attack apart from your physical body, and due to your soul being clouded by intoxication, your cognitive processing speed will be forcibly decreased by 90%, making it difficult to restrain your actions and words through reason]

[Advancement Route: Achieved the highest level, cannot progress further]

[Hidden Trait (no need to wear): Besides "Drunken Life, Dreamy Death," you will never get drunk again]