Otaku Translation: I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent! C48

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"Rather than bones, merchants are more akin to bacteria in the intestines. When they grow normally, they can be somewhat beneficial to the body. But if left unchecked, their unchecked proliferation could rot the entire gut. As for the royal family and nobility… rather than vital organs whose loss would mean death, they’re more like lice infesting one’s crotch. Once they’ve sucked enough blood to cause pain, the next second, they’ll be crushed under a vengeful hand!"

The royal family and nobility… will be crushed under a vengeful hand?!

Upon hearing Leon’s words, the editor-in-chief of The Daily Digest shuddered violently. His previously haughty eyes widened to their limits in an instant!

How dare this man… Ah!!! No wonder he had the audacity to expose such matters! He must be a rebel! One of those agitators deliberately inciting rebellion!!!

"Some! Call the police!!!"

Backing up several steps until he hit the partition of the booth, the editor-in-chief screamed in panic, "Seize him! He’s the rebel who attempted to assassinate the princess! He intends to—ah!!!"

With a fierce swing, Leon slammed the folder in his hand across the editor’s face. Staring at the wretch who still tried to frame him, Leon felt a surge of dark fury rise within him. Hidden behind a thin veil that concealed his identity, unburdened by fear of implicating his family, Leon—despite being bundled in multiple layers of coats—felt lighter than ever, his blood burning hot in his veins.

"A rebel? Didn’t you just call me a mere hair?"

As Leon’s voice rang out with grim satisfaction, his knuckles, already white from tension, shot forward in a brutal punch that landed squarely on the editor’s face. A sharp crack echoed as the blow shattered the wooden slats of the booth, driving the man’s head back into the partition.

"You wanted me, a mere hair, to shut up, didn’t you?"

Unfazed by the gashes on his fist caused by the editor’s broken teeth, Leon delivered another vicious punch, smashing the man’s nose and wrenching him back to consciousness despite his rolling eyes.

"So pull me out, then!"

Grabbing the edges of the table for leverage, Leon drove a powerful kick into the editor’s chest, leaving a muddy footprint on the pristine silk handkerchief before sending the man sprawling over the partition. Breathing heavily, Leon grabbed the cold croissant from the shopping bag just as the security guards lunged toward him.

"It’s your turn."

Fully activating the true power of the Demon Horns, Leon stirred the latent malice in over a dozen guards, entwining it all around the hapless editor in a tangled knot of hatred. With his bloodied right hand, he shoved aside a guard whose eyes were rapidly filling with rage and strode out of the restaurant without a backward glance.

"Give them hell!"

...

"Boy! You’ve finally taken this step!"

Licking a hole in the shopping bag, the black goat watched the chaos unfolding inside the restaurant with glee, listening to the screams spilling onto the street. Overjoyed, it praised Leon effusively:

"To hell with the Cleansing Bureau’s rules! Trash like that deserves to die outright! I’m liking you more and more!”

“But your work was a bit crude. Tying everyone’s anger together at once may feel good, but after a while, they’ll start fighting each other, and it might not end in death.”

“Listen to me! Next time you want to kill someone, remember to separate those malicious thoughts and direct them individually so that ten or more people attack one person. Even without weapons, they’ll definitely finish him off!"

"Hey! Kid! I’m teaching you how to use my methods! Aren’t you going to thank me for my generosity? Speak up! Why aren’t you saying anything?"

Ignoring the overly excited black goat, Leon tore off a relatively clean piece of cloth and hastily wrapped it around his injured right hand. Clutching the bloodstained folder, he cast a complex gaze toward the trash bins lining the street.

When he had first gathered stacks of old newspapers to review their recent story topics, he had narrowed his choices down to three publications: The Daily Digest, The Royal Mail, and The Capital Evening Post.

The staff at The Royal Mail hadn’t even bothered to look at his handwritten summaries, dismissing them with disdain. They glanced at the title, flipped through nothing, and promptly had him thrown out.

As for the junior editor at The Capital Evening Post, upon seeing the names of the implicated families, he trembled like a leaf and fled without paying for his coffee.

And now, the editor-in-chief of The Daily Digest—not only refused to publish the story but even tried to trick him into handing over the evidence to destroy it! Worse still, he accused Leon of being a thief and a rebel who had attempted to assassinate the princess!

If even these three relatively outspoken newspapers were too afraid to accept the evidence and write the exposé, then what difference was there between the materials Leon had risked everything to retrieve from Char Waterworks Company and the scraps of paper in the trash bin?

Wait... Char Waterworks Company! Char!

Realization struck Leon like lightning. He had been stuck in a mental rut, obsessing over solving the problem himself while forgetting about the Char Department Store!

The enemy of my enemy is my friend!

Of course, trying to deliver these documents himself had led to nothing but dead ends. But if he handed them over to the Char Department Store, that wealthy magnate—who shared a name with the old coffee stall owner—would surely seize the opportunity to strike back with all his resources!

I’m such a fool!

Cursing himself, Leon turned away from the trash bin and resolved to try again at Char Department Store. Glancing at the sky and realizing time was short, he gritted his teeth and sprinted toward the station several hundred meters away, waving at a waiting steam carriage.

"One passenger to rent!"

"Right away!"

Seeing a potential fare approach, the bored carriage driver perked up, extinguishing his cigarette and tucking it behind his ear before cheerfully steering the vehicle closer. However, upon noticing Leon’s modest attire, the driver’s smile faltered. Leaning lazily against the seat, he quoted a price with disinterest:

"Four-passenger touring carriage. Two copper wheels for two kilometers, five copper wheels for five kilometers, and one copper wheel per kilometer beyond that. Anything less than two kilometers counts as two. Are you getting in or not?"

"Yes!"

After calculating the approximate distance and feeling his heart sink at the cost, Leon nodded grimly, stepped onto the passenger footrest, and ducked into the carriage.

"To Char Department Store headquarters! And make it quick!"

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