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!

    *So it turns out they're here to pick a fight with me...*


　　After listening to Leon's aggressive questioning, the female journalist's previously tense back slightly relaxed.


　　*Great, bring it on! As long as they're not here to arrest me!*


　　"Mr. Lyon… No, the soon-to-be Prince Consort of the royal family, the Duke of Lionheart! It seems you have a slight misunderstanding about me."


　　After calming herself a bit, the female journalist smiled and said,


　　"Firstly, I only wrote seven reports about you, not eight. Secondly, imagine if you were the journalist for The Sun News and stumbled upon the news I found, wouldn't you have written a few articles too?"


　　*Of course, I would. I'd probably write even more than you.*


　　Upon hearing the journalist's retort, Leon's face involuntarily turned slightly embarrassed, realizing that he had indeed been causing quite a stir, making it quite normal for a journalist to focus on him.


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