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!

    *Did we somehow get the wrong script in this play?*


    When Leon prepared to come and break off the engagement, he had mentally prepared himself in advance, imagining that the Princess might flatly refuse, impose harsh conditions, or even resort to threats and bribes.


    But what he hadn't expected was that the Princess would choose to "reason" with him and even launch a confident and assertive pursuit...


    "I admit, if I had to make a choice right now, we... do seem quite suitable..."


    As he was being cornered into the sofa by the ever-approaching Princess, Leon, who shrank back like a timid housewife, summoned the strength of his steely resolve to pull back his hand and continued to resist arduously,


    "But I don't necessarily have to make a choice, at least not right now... Your Highness, you really are wonderful, but right now I still..."


0243 Poor Leon, was......_1