Otaku Translation: I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent! C137

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Chapter 137: Who Calls the Shots?

After killing a Sacred Spirit of the Scale of Gold and wearing it as a keepsake to absorb its essence, would that count as gaining the Sacred Spirit’s recognition—and by extension, qualifying him to become a bishop of the Scale of Gold?

Upon hearing Leon’s question, not only did the elder from the Rose Family freeze in place, but even the trio from House Lion felt their heads spinning like a broken wind chime.

Every word Leon said made sense individually, but when strung together, why did it feel so off?

“Well?”

When no answer came after a moment, Leon frowned, his voice tinged with impatience.

“Does this work or not? Give me an answer already.”

“Uh… uh…”

Seeing the dangerous glint in Leon’s eyes, the Rose elder trembled violently. But how could he possibly answer such a question? No one had ever tried—or even thought—of something like this before. Desperate, he offered a feeble suggestion:

“There’s no precedent for this, so I honestly don’t know… Maybe… maybe you could try it yourself?”

Try it myself? Hmm… fair enough.

After a brief pause, Leon gave a slight nod and pressed further:

“When is the next gathering of the Scale of Gold?”

You’re actually serious about trying this…

The Rose elder’s eyes welled up with tears as he stared at Leon’s earnest expression. He wished he could go back five seconds in time and strangle the idiot who’d suggested such a reckless idea.

Bringing someone who’d just murdered a high-ranking bishop into a sacred gathering was practically an act of apostasy. It would almost certainly invite a vendetta that wouldn’t end until one side was annihilated.

And if this madman somehow succeeded and wormed his way into becoming a bishop? The Scale of Gold might just retaliate by summoning another Sacred Spirit to obliterate them all.

But…

Glancing nervously at the lifeless brown-robed woman on the floor and then at the still-wet bloodstains on his trousers, the Rose elder swallowed his tears and reluctantly revealed the date of the next gathering.

“Three weeks. Gatherings are usually held every two months, and the next one is in three weeks.”

Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t. Apostasy might get him killed, but given Leon’s habit of blowing people’s heads off at the slightest provocation, refusing outright would likely leave him lying next to the now-deceased bishop.

Three weeks, huh?

Committing the timeline to memory, Leon turned to the visibly distraught elder and continued:

“Where will it be held? How do I get there?”

“Well… the Scale of Gold is a secretive sect, so the location is always announced at the last minute…”

“That’s fine. I’ll come back in three weeks, and you’ll take me there.”

“…”

“Any objections?”

“No… none at all…”

Having secured the “three-week agreement” with the Rose elder, Leon turned to the three trembling elders from House Lion, his brow furrowed.

“You three…”

“We won’t say a word!”

After witnessing Leon’s actions firsthand, the trio from House Lion—now thoroughly cowed by their new Duke’s unpredictable nature and apparent supernatural powers—were eager to avoid any sudden explosions. They hastily swore on their lives, vowing absolute silence upon leaving. Their overly ingratiating expressions bordered on comical, as though they were mere moments away from wagging metaphorical tails.

Alright then…

Surveying the trio’s obsequious faces and the ashen pallor of the Rose elder, Leon suppressed the last vestiges of his urge to eliminate them.

He’d already released a torrent of pent-up anger during the Night of Blood, but now it seemed a new switch had flipped within him. Increasingly, his first instinct when faced with conflict was to resort to lethal force.

Chief had been right: the more power one wielded, the greater the need for self-restraint. Agents, in particular, were prone to radicalization due to prolonged exposure to anomalous influences. If left unchecked, indulging their darker impulses could erode what little humanity remained, pushing them further away from being “human.”

And if these extraordinary beings operated without restraint, the world wouldn’t need to wait for malevolent gods to descend—it would collapse into chaos on its own.

But restraint didn’t mean inaction.

Using the Black Goat’s Soul Vision, Leon scanned Rose Manor once more, taking note of the numerous pitch-black “dots” scattered throughout. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“That’s enough for today.”

Looking at those darkened souls—fewer in number than at House Lion but no less corrupt—Leon tightened his grip on the Black Goat’s horn and cast a meaningful glance at the Rose elder.

“We’ll meet again in three weeks.”

“What? Yes, of course. Let me escort you out.”

Relieved to see the dangerous man preparing to leave, the four elders visibly relaxed. The Rose elder even scrambled to follow, ready to personally guide Leon out of the estate.

“No need. I’ll see myself out.”

Declining the offer, Leon checked the location of his mission target, who was still lingering near the outer wall of the estate. Without further ado, he leapt through a nearby window and disappeared into the woods to complete his task.

Crowded around the window, the four elders watched his retreating figure vanish into the trees. Only then did their pounding hearts finally settle. The Rose elder collapsed onto the carpet, utterly drained.

“Arrogant.”

Gripping the windowsill tightly to steady his shaking legs, the sole surviving Elder of House Lion spoke first, his beard quivering with indignation:

“He may be the new Duke of Lionheart, but I am still the family’s sole elder. Even during the late Duke’s reign, no one dared treat me so dismissively.”

“You’re absolutely right,” chimed in the pale-faced steward, pressing a hand to his chest to calm his racing heart. “His Grace’s temperament… is indeed far too extreme.”

“Yes. If he dares to treat us like this now, I shudder to think what will happen once he officially becomes Duke.”

Pounding the windowsill with a clenched fist, the patriarch of House Lion ground out between gritted teeth:

“This cannot stand. At the investiture ceremony, we must unite and teach this insolent wretch a lesson. Let him learn once and for all who truly holds power in House Lion.”

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