Otaku Translation: I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent! C61

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Barging into the office with a newspaper in hand, the red-haired Chief stepped over a fallen guillotine blade lying on the floor and slammed the New Industry Journal onto the desk. With an expression of utmost seriousness, she declared, "Emma, come with me to investigate this. I swear on my honor as the Chief of the Virgo Cleansing Bureau—there’s something sinister behind this event."

"..."

"Chief... are you short on cash again?"

After reading about the so-called "evil scheme," Emma stopped scrubbing her skull-crushing hammer and looked up, her face filled with resignation. She offered gently, "We just got our salaries a few days ago. Want to borrow some more?"

"Emma, you misunderstand."

Heh, borrowing money is one thing; discounts are another—they’re not mutually exclusive.

Having decided she’d both borrow money and take advantage of the half-price deal, the red-haired Chief clenched her fists tightly and insisted earnestly, "I genuinely believe there’s something off about this promotion. Let’s go investigate together."

"..."

Can we stop joking around? Even if what you're saying were true, what kind of 'abnormal' situation would warrant sending out both you—a Zodiac Chief—and me, a Level One Disaster Handler? An evil god descending or something?

What kind of bored-to-tears evil god would skip grand sacrifices upon arrival and instead raid a mid-sized distillery?

Watching the increasingly desperate Chief—who hadn’t had a drink in days—Emma couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on. She pointed at the word “couple” on the newspaper with her west fingers and tactfully declined, "I’m a woman too, you know. But this event requires couples. Don’t you think it’d look strange for us to go together?"

"In times of urgency, these minor details can’t hold us back."

After calculating how much money she had left, the red-haired Chief invited once more, her tone grave: "Come on, let’s go. I have a strong feeling this event was designed specifically for me."

"..."

Are you sure it’s targeting you, not the other way around?

"Fine…" Seeing the determined glint in the Chief’s eyes, Emma—the loyal bestie—could only sigh in defeat. Wiping her hands dry on her apron, she reluctantly picked up the paper to examine it. "Let me check the address. If it’s close by, maybe after work… No, I’m not going."

After reviewing the detailed rules, Emma’s delicate cheeks flushed slightly. She poked at the word “couple” on the paper and questioned with mild irritation, "Did you even finish reading this? It’s not enough for any two people to show up—you need to kiss publicly for a full minute to prove your relationship before entering."

"That’s… just touching lips, right?"

Licking her own lips nervously, the red-haired Chief—who hadn’t had a drink in six days and was visibly struggling—tried to reason shamelessly: "We’re both women, and we’re so close. I think—"

"Get out."

"Emma, dear Emma, please come with me. I’ll die without alcohol."

"Then die outside."

"..."

Tsk… In moments like these, even the closest of friends can’t be relied upon.

Kicked out of the office by an exasperated Emma, the red-haired Chief sighed deeply in disappointment. Her gaze instinctively shifted toward the neighboring office.

[Leon Lion (Level Three Incident Responder)]

Staring at the plaque on Leon’s office door for a moment, the conflicted Chief suddenly remembered the solemn vow she’d made five minutes earlier. With a frustrated stomp of her foot, she turned and walked away resolutely.

I’ll wait until you’re back at work.

---

"Achoo..."

Hiss… It’s not even winter yet, so why is it so cold today?

Pulling his coat sleeves down and tucking his hands into them, Leon shivered violently against the biting wind. Suspiciously, he opened his panel and glanced at his Contamination Value, which had climbed to 0.9.

After being hospitalized, the doctors said it would take a week for his wounds to heal initially—but here he was, fully mobile after only three days, having been discharged last night. His constitution was clearly far superior to that of an average person.

Given such physical improvements, he shouldn’t feel this vulnerable to the cold. So why was he still trembling uncontrollably in the wind?

Hunched over as he trudged to work, Leon found himself yearning for the cozy warmth of a certain greedy little coffee stand.

Sure, its owner sliced bread thin enough to see through, spread butter thinner than shoe polish, and sold ham slices for absurd prices—but the coffee was piping hot, the stove burned bright, and sitting there banished all traces of chill, keeping him warm all the way to the Cleansing Bureau.

Alas… the owner had family matters to attend to and wasn’t operating the stall temporarily. He’d have to endure the cold for now.

Once William and Melanie started at Shipbridge Academy and moved into Happiness Residence with Anna, Leon planned to live in the Cleansing Bureau office, sparing himself the long commute… Hmm?

Rounding a street corner, Leon was pleasantly surprised to find that Char’s usual spot wasn’t empty. A wave of comforting warmth washed over him, instantly dispelling the surrounding chill.

He’s open for business!

Like reuniting with a long-lost friend, Leon eagerly rushed toward the familiar stand. But as he approached, ready to exchange pleasantries with old Char, he froze in place.

Instead of the dark-skinned, kindly old man, a tall, slender woman sat before the stove, her lower face obscured by a scarf.

"..."

So the stand changed hands… Hmm…

“This little coffee stand—I plan to pass it down to my daughter someday. No matter how life treats her, she’ll always have a livelihood when she comes home.”

Recalling Char’s words, Leon’s eyes flickered with realization. This must be Char’s daughter, taking over while he cared for his wife.

Hmm… Come to think of it, didn’t he joke once about wanting me to be his son-in-law?

...

Why does this guy keep staring at me?

The scarf-wearing woman frowned slightly at the peculiar man who hadn’t entered the stall but kept scrutinizing her. Mimicking other coffee vendors’ politeness, she nodded courteously and asked, "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Ah, yes." Snapping out of his thoughts, Leon smiled and ducked into the warm tent. Without engaging in conversation with his “rumored girlfriend,” he placed his order directly: "One coffee, two slices of buttered bread, and a slice of ham."

"Alright." With crisp efficiency, the woman rose from the stove and stood upright by the heated stone slab. She grabbed a soft loaf of toast, swiftly slicing off two pieces nearly three centimeters thick, and slapped them onto the slab.

Next, she scooped out two dollops of butter—larger than strawberries—and slathered them generously. Then, retrieving half a ham, she hacked off a slice the size of a palm…

"..."

Am I still asleep?

Staring at the two “thin” slices of bread placed before him, Leon’s jaw dropped in astonishment. Looking up at Char’s extravagant daughter, he didn’t know whether to thank her generosity or worry about her father’s future finances.

Your daughter… doesn’t seem cut out for running a business.

"Sir." Noticing the man’s intense gaze—his emotions swirling with complexity—the scarf-wearing woman narrowed her eyes and demanded sharply, "Is there something strange about my face?"

"Uh… sorry…" Realizing his stare had offended her, Leon awkwardly apologized and politely turned away. Changing the subject, he asked, "How much do I owe you?"

How much… What should this cost at a regular coffee stand? Wait. There’s movement.

While pondering, the scarf-wearing woman casually glanced across the street. Seeing the second-floor curtains drawn aside, she instantly became alert, like a hawk spotting prey. Her attention fixed on the window across the street, she absentmindedly held out her hand toward Leon and muttered distractedly, "Just give me one silver coin."

???

What? One silver coin? Just that?

Startled by the price of his breakfast, Leon snapped his head up, utterly bewildered as he stared at his “rumored girlfriend.”

Wow, I thought you were just reckless, but you charge even more than your dad!

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