Otaku Translation: I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent! C124

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Chapter 124: Anomalies

“Leon, you’re looking for me? Is there something you need?” Isha asked, her face tinged with a faint blush.

“There is something, yes, but it’s not exactly a big deal…” Leon replied, his tone casual yet slightly hesitant.

“There’s something? Then spit it out already—big or small, just say it. I’ve been swamped these past few days, stuck in that chair for over ten hours a day. No time for beating around the bush.”

“Uh… alright…”

The chatter from the stairwell hadn’t exactly been subtle, and with Leon’s Contamination Value now clocking in at an impressive 2.6, his heightened senses ensured none of those teasing remarks escaped his notice.

At first, he’d tried to pretend he hadn’t heard anything, but seeing the faint blush creeping up Isha’s ears and her slightly awkward demeanor only made him feel more uncomfortable.

After glancing briefly at her long, shapely legs, Leon cleared his throat and shoved the vivid imagery conjured by the gossiping women out of his mind. He decided to cut straight to the point:

“Actually, the main reason I’m here is to thank you. If you hadn’t convinced your father to intervene, I’d probably still be locked up underground. Oh, and about the hospital bill…”

“Oh, don’t worry about the money,” she interrupted quickly.

For someone who usually exuded nothing but confidence and authority—the so-called “reckless rebel”—it was rare to see him soften even slightly. And clearly, this display of gratitude pleased her immensely.

With a dismissive wave of her hand, she fought back a smile and replied with feigned nonchalance:

“My dad may not have drawn a salary these past couple years, but he’s still considered a high-ranking official. We’ve managed to save enough over the years, so covering things like food and lodging isn’t an issue. Your medical expenses are pocket change for us—don’t give it another thought.”

“Well… that’s not what I meant…”

Leon shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck as he clarified:

“Our work at the Cleansing Bureau often puts us in dangerous situations, so all related costs are fully reimbursable. What I’m asking is… could you change the name on the bill from yours to mine?”

“Sure… I’ll take care of it when I get home tonight…”

Isha agreed somewhat reluctantly, her toes curling inside her shoes as she spoke. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze wavering as she murmured:

“So… you came all this way just to thank me and ask me to adjust the billing? Is there really nothing else?”

“There is one other thing.”

Hearing this, Leon couldn’t help but brighten a little. Reaching into his pocket to touch the [Plague-Infected Bandage], he adopted a serious tone:

“I need to see the prisoner you escorted before—one-on-one, no observers. Do you think you can arrange that?”

“Huh?”

Caught off guard by his request, Isha hesitated, her expression faltering slightly. Pouting ever so faintly, she nodded:

“It should be doable… Before, the assassination attempt on the princess was our top priority, and arranging a private meeting might’ve been tricky. But now, the Lion Blood Night case has taken precedence. The princess’s case has dropped significantly in importance—it might not even require Chief’s approval anymore… Mm… Anyway, follow me upstairs. I’ll go check with the chief.”

Phew… At least I’ll get to see her.

Relieved by Isha’s response, Leon followed her into the stairwell, ignoring the pointed stares of the secret police officers watching them pass.

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The [Plague-Infected Bandage] he’d obtained from the female prisoner possessed dual abilities: [Corruption] and [Healing]. When wrapped around a living target, it could drain their vitality, causing rapid decay. Conversely, if used correctly, it could also heal wounds as severe as limb loss.

During his recovery, Leon had thoroughly studied the bandage’s properties. Combined with his [Sacred Spirit Pendant], which grew stronger through trading flesh and blood, the bandage functioned almost like an anomaly-powered perpetual motion machine.

In future encounters—like facing the [Heart of Ambition] that once commanded thousands against him—he could simultaneously empower the pendant and use the bandage to siphon health from enemies, healing himself in real-time. This self-sustaining cycle would allow him to maintain maximum output until sheer pain and exhaustion forced him to collapse. Gaining full control of the bandage would undoubtedly boost his combat effectiveness exponentially.

The problem? Its true “owner” was still alive.

Unlike artifacts passed down multiple times (which could typically be claimed without issue), the [Plague-Infected Bandage] was different. It had been created by the female prisoner and her husband, born from their shared anguish. As its creators, they held the highest level of “permissions” over the item.

Without her consent, Leon wouldn’t be able to use the bandage, even if he physically possessed it. He needed her approval—or failing that, he’d have to wait until she was executed for attempting to assassinate the princess. Her body and the bandage would then be sent to headquarters, where a craftsman might refashion it.

Given Leon’s significant “contributions” to the Lion Blood Night investigation, negotiating directly with the prisoner seemed the better option. Even without revealing how close he’d come to annihilating the entire Lion family, simply informing her that he personally killed Bobby Lion might soften her stance enough to grant him usage rights. Or perhaps a subtle hint would suffice…

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Why hasn’t he said anything?

As they climbed the stairs in silence, Isha found herself growing increasingly uneasy. Sneaking a glance behind her, she noticed Leon lost in thought. Unable to resist, she stole another quick look.

This reckless rebel… seems distracted?

Though misunderstandings between them had long been resolved—she knew Leon wasn’t truly part of any rebel faction; his actions stemmed from past trauma rather than ideology—she continued calling him that out of habit. His radical behavior often exceeded that of actual rebels, making the nickname stick.

His prolonged silence left her mind racing. Could he still be thinking about those earlier jokes? About wrapping legs around waists and such…

At the thought, Isha suddenly felt the weight of his gaze intensify. Her body tensed involuntarily, and her legs pressed together awkwardly. Climbing the stairs under his watchful eyes suddenly felt… wrong.

“Hmm?”

Her sudden stiffness snapped Leon out of his reverie. Watching her slow pace and odd gait, he pieced together their previous conversation and cast a sympathetic glance at her retreating figure.

Sitting in a chair for over ten hours a day… Hmm… Hemorrhoids, perhaps? One of life’s unspoken afflictions.

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