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Chapter 186: Unexpected Gains (Part 2)

Indeed, the need for prolonged and discreet purchases of daily necessities—combined with consumption patterns that fluctuated alongside rebel activity in the news—made their identities clear.

After hearing Amy’s explanation, Leon couldn’t help but feel a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face.

Since joining the , he had fallen into a pattern of thinking. Especially after experiencing the convenience of , his first instinct was always to rely on “anomaly” to locate targets. He’d completely overlooked these .

Rebels are human too—they need food and clothing.

Moreover, they were an organization of considerable size. Aside from the few individuals created by with anomalous abilities, there were at least three or four hundred members and their families. The amount of supplies consumed by such a group wasn’t trivial.

As for why they gathered together rather than dispersing and hiding throughout the capital—it could only be said that the risks and challenges of living separately weren’t necessarily less than staying together.

There were no mobile phones here to instantly relay messages. Most people still relied on letters for long-distance communication, though the wealthy could use something akin to at the communications bureau to send brief updates. But for rebels, these methods were both difficult and dangerous.

The was hardly staffed with incompetents. They tracked even the trajectories of passengers. If someone suddenly received cryptic letters or vanished right before every rebel operation, it would practically be like announcing their presence.

Relying on coded signals to coordinate attacks was even more challenging. Not only would one compromised signal force them to change all codes, but under circumstances where opportunities were fleeting, ensuring everyone received timely instructions was nearly impossible.

Their precise assaults—lasting anywhere from seven to eight minutes down to just thirty to fifty seconds, followed by timely retreats before the Police Department arrived—couldn’t possibly have been supported by primitive communication methods like codes. At least not with the average caliber of the rebels. This meant there must be some kind of communal living area.

…

“Thank you. Your information has been incredibly helpful.”

After figuring out how to locate the rebels’ base and trace back to the anomaly-wielding individuals, Leon expressed his gratitude sincerely. He then earnestly advised:

“Miss Amy, those people possess very dangerous items. From now on, your family shouldn’t get involved anymore. Just tell me which stores they frequent for supplies.”

“Alright, I’ll write down those locations.”

Realizing she had genuinely helped Leon, Amy was delighted. However, after rummaging through her pockets and finding no pen or paper, she looked up at Leon.

“I have a pen and paper here.”

Leon immediately understood what she was looking for. He initially considered handing over his notebook but hesitated upon remembering its contents. Instead, he handed her his homemade charcoal pencil and pointed toward the head of the bed:

“Move my pillow, lift the headboard, and inside is a small cabinet. There should be some parchment Melanie used before.”

“Oh, okay, let me check.”

Curious about the strange-looking charcoal pencil in Leon’s hand, Amy followed his instructions. She moved the pillow and prepared to lift the headboard with its hidden compartment—but…

This… this…

Both occupants of the room widened their eyes as they stared at the garment lying beneath Leon’s pillow: a daringly styled, exceptionally "mature" piece of women’s lingerie.

Forget the possibility that it belonged to Anna—the deep purple-black lace corset didn’t match Anna’s demeanor at all. And the enormous space reserved for the southern hemisphere? Absolutely not something Anna’s modest proportions could fill.

Amy took one look and knew this belonged to someone quite "remarkable." Especially considering the terrifying disparity between the waist cinch and the southern hemisphere support, the owner’s bust was undoubtedly "dominant."

No wonder… No wonder as soon as I came in, I heard shouts from the other room about “papaya” and “size.” No wonder…

Staring at the corset—a type aristocratic ladies often wore during banquets to accentuate their waists—Amy focused particularly on the shockingly large "bottom cups." Her lips quivered, her button nose twitched, and an inexplicable wave of acidity surged to the tip of her nose. Her eyes began to glisten faintly.

“You… you…”

“If I say I don’t know where this came from… do you believe me?”

Interrupting Amy’s impending tears, Leon walked over to examine the corset. He checked his sheets and pillow before frowning:

“It seems someone has slept in my bed… Anna likes to tidy the rooms every night, so perhaps someone visited yesterday. That’s probably when the clothes were placed under the pillow. As for me, I slept at headquarters last night and didn’t come home…”

“Never mind, I’ll ask her directly.”

To avoid being mistaken for someone who collects women’s undergarments, Leon explained carefully. Seeing Amy’s still dubious expression, he simply opened the door and called toward the inner room:

“Anna, did anyone visit the house yesterday?”

“…”

Upon hearing Leon’s call, Melanie’s loud crying paused momentarily.

Shortly after, Anna, flushed from physical activity, opened the door and glanced at Leon. With a somewhat complicated expression, she nodded.

“Yes, Miss Veronica came over. We talked for a long time until the last carriage stopped running, so I let her stay in your room… Is there a problem?”

Veronica? The princess? No wonder…

Recalling the princess’s situation and glancing back at the corset on the bed, Leon responded with sudden clarity:

“No major issue. It’s just that she left behind a piece of clothing in my room.”

Left behind clothing?

Hearing Leon’s words, Anna blinked in confusion. Veronica had worn the same outfit when she arrived as when she left, so how… Oh…

Realization dawned on her, and she hurried over to peek into Leon’s room. Her pupils contracted sharply, likely stunned by the garment’s dimensions.

“Anna, Veronica will be staying at headquarters during this period. Please pack this for her and put it in a bag. I’ll take it with me when I return to headquarters later.”

“Okay.”

As Anna ran back to fetch a bag, Leon turned to Amy, who still looked skeptical, and explained:

“Veronica is the person attacked by the rebels. She sought our help earlier today. We’re pursuing the rebels because of her… So… can you quickly jot down the locations of those stores now?”

Tearing off a page from his notebook and handing it over, Leon gazed out the window. Even bound tightly with yarn, the burly old man had somehow climbed to the sixth floor. Rubbing his temples in frustration, Leon urged:

“If possible, please hurry. Time seems to be running out for me…”

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