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!

    The Undying Body and the prophet...


*Although both are rather annoying abilities, Joshua, after all, could see through the future. If he wasn't sure he could kill you, would he really do this?* 


Sure enough, under the worried gazes of the Rebels, middle-aged Joshua in the distance did not directly agree but spoke up with a demand.


"You can't leave the bottles you've brought; you must take them all away!" 


Banning Pioni seemed not to be enough, so with evident preparation, middle-aged Joshua continued his demands,


"As with the choices made countless times, next there's a slightly old broom you can ride away on; that, too, must be handed over for them to take away, along with the pendant on your neck, a yellow-haired pup, and..."


Having refused middle-aged Joshua, Leon warned coldly,


"Don't think you can deceive me. I'm very clear about what conditions I would agree to. Except for the thermos and that broom, I can't hand over anything else."


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