Fish Prison

"Here you go, this is your wage for the week."
After passing over a small pouch, the woman with her legs crossed behind the desk casually made a 'Check' in a notebook and then, without looking up, waved her hand to dismiss him and said:
"Remember to file your taxes... Next!"
"Wait a minute!"
After pouring out the coins from the pouch and looking at the eight large and one small, totaling nine filthy coins in his palm, Leon couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock, almost wanting to pounce on her and fight to the death right there and then.
"Damn it! I just repelled the evil god who was trying to erode the world this Tuesday! You bastard even wants to deduct the salary of the savior?"

I! Cleaner!

Led by the maid, Leon was brought into the bedroom of the princess. Although it was somewhat impolite, he couldn't help but take a look around to inspect the room's arrangement.


Unlike a certain Prince Freckles's dazzling room, which was obviously expensive at first glance, the princess's bedroom was more like another office rather than a typical bedroom.


A surprisingly large desk, coupled with a bookshelf crammed with various documents, occupied nearly forty percent of the space. Beside the desk was a huge drawing board filled with dozens of memos and reminders written in ink.


In the iron filing cabinet next to the drawing board, there was a pile of files with stamps and signatures, along with blank papers stacked half a person's height and a large number of unopened ink bottles at the bottom. It seemed like two bottles had accidentally been broken, staining a large part of the wool carpet black.


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