Chapter 97. A New Cleaner
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What exactly happened that day?
No one was willing to say.
Were they forced?
No, their expressions were full of longing—definitely not the look of someone who was coerced. Even Hishiri Adashino responded with a "ask again and I'll kill you" smile.
Though she might have said that to raise the value of the secret or to gain some favor.
"That is… the true power of the Holy Lance," Gray sat on the sofa holding the cage, lost in thought. She still couldn't forget the brilliance she saw while lying on Cyd's back.
It wasn't that she had never used the power of the Holy Lance before, but compared to the Holy Lance in Cyd's hands, her light was as dim as a candle.
That light wasn't dazzling at all; it was warm. Even though she was under the control of the faker, she still reached out, wanting to touch that light.
"Don't worry, Gray. That guy just bypassed a few constraints. If it were you, you could use the Holy Lance's power openly through the meeting," Add jumped in the cage. This time, it didn't provoke Gray.
"No need to rush, Gray," Lord El-Melloi II put down the documents in his hands, "That power cannot be forced; you're doing fine as you are."
After speaking, Lord El-Melloi II looked at the photo next to the document.
Although this deduction involved some gambling, he succeeded. But it unearthed a murder case from years ago, with the culprit being Father Karabo. It should be said that the one who acted was Karabo.
How should one describe it...
Lord El-Melloi II held his forehead.
Stomachache.
Although he didn't have that memory, after using his Mystic Eyes, the truth surfaced, leading to a headache-inducing situation.
Karabo was the culprit, his Mystic Eyes had the power to see the past, and they could make the past appear like a mirage—genuine Jewel-level Mystic Eyes. But he was also a victim because he had been hypnotized by Heartless. Although he killed Trisha, he was under control.
The challenge now was, how to deal with this?
Karabo possessed Jewel-level Mystic Eyes. Even though he planned to auction them, the auction was disrupted, raising Karabo's value. At the very least, the Church wouldn't let the Clock Tower take Karabo away.
Moreover, Olga Marie discovered Trisha's final clue left for her in the room. Though it was a bit late, Olga Marie didn't cry this time; she just held Trisha's head, trembling.
"I voluntarily hand over the Mystic Eyes to Olga Marie," Lord El-Melloi II sighed, stamping the document. "To be able to make such a decision after learning that his Mystic Eyes are Jewel-level is admirable."
"By the way, Master, where did Mr. Cyd go?" Gray looked at Lord El-Melloi II curiously, "I haven't seen him today."
"Him?" Lord El-Melloi II sighed, "He's already left. No, it should be said he set off."
After resolving the Mystic Eyes Train incident, he went to search for information about the Greek gods as promised. As a result, he discovered a blank period—the Greek gods seemed to have disappeared at a certain time, only to reappear as if to fill the void.
Cyd showed a knowing expression after learning this and then left.
After learning about this, Reines pouted and kicked him.
"Why didn't you use such powerful strength more often!"
Even if she didn't say it, Lord El-Melloi II understood her meaning.
On the contrary, Melvin laughed and extended the loan repayment period.
"Seeing something so interesting, I can waive the debt entirely. Ah... without it, would I no longer be able to watch your adventures? In that case, never mind."
That's what he said.
"Is that so?" Gray lowered her eyelids somewhat despondently, "Mr. Cyd is a good person."
To her, Cyd was probably the second person who made her feel at ease.
"By the way," Lord El-Melloi II glanced at the braid hanging down from Gray's hood, "You changed your hairstyle."
"Mm, I feel more at ease this way," Gray touched her braid, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Is that so? Heroes are indeed mysterious beings," Lord El-Melloi II stretched lazily and looked at the cabinet containing the relic not far away.
Should I also keep moving forward, King?
…
"Just to be clear, I won't give you special treatment just because you helped me!" Olga Marie, sitting across from Cyd with her legs crossed, said seriously, "Absolutely not!"
However, the young man sitting opposite her ignored her imposing gaze, instead focusing on the view outside the plane window, casually nodding in agreement.
"Mm-hmm, Little Marie is just wonderful."
"Don't call me that name!"
Olga Marie blushed and sprang from her chair, lunging at Cyd.
"There, there," Cyd reached out with both hands, lifting Olga Marie by the armpits, "Little Marie is really strong."
"Sh... shut up!"
Olga Marie flailed her fists, but unfortunately, her arms were too short to reach Cyd.
"But if you need help, feel free to rely on me," Cyd chuckled.
"Wh... who would rely on you! Hmph... hmph! Don't think that flattering me will make me help you," Olga Marie crossed her arms and huffed coldly, "All of Chaldea's staff are top talents; you can't just walk in."
"That's why I want to ask adorable Little Marie~"
"Show some respect!"
Finally, just as Olga Marie was about to launch a magic missile in embarrassment, they arrived at their destination.
"Ahem!" Olga Marie adjusted her clothes, disheveled from the struggle, then spread her arms wide, "Welcome to Chaldea!"
"Smack—"
Cyd raised his hand and patted Olga Marie's head, ruffling her hair as he surveyed the surroundings, "Mm-hmm, truly impressive."
"Hey!" Olga Marie raised her voice.
After some playful banter, Olga Marie, having given up on struggling, led Cyd to a room.
"Just to be clear, even though I'm the Director's daughter, I can't openly give you special treatment, so..." Olga Marie's expression became conflicted, "I've arranged for you to enter Chaldea as a cleaner."
A cleaner?
Cyd's mouth fell open.
The dignified, Hero of Pure White serving as a cleaner in this place full of mages!
"Don't be upset; I'll..."
"That's wonderful, Little Marie!" Cyd raised his hands and heavily patted Olga Marie on the shoulders.
"Eek! I'll get you a different job... huh!" Olga Marie blinked, "You... don't mind being a cleaner?"
Mages and researchers all have basic pride and self-respect; they absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to casually enter their rooms. While they wouldn't look down on cleaners, they definitely wouldn't talk to them. In short...
He'd probably be treated like air.
"Isn't that just perfect!"