I! Cleaner!

Make him cry?

Faced with the red-haired Director's sudden and bizarre request, Director Ophiuchus wanted to inquire further, but Lyon's hand, after untying the security guard, had already retreated into the mirror world.

Seeing that time was pressing, Director Ophiuchus had no choice but to hurriedly comply with the red-haired Director's request, biting his fingertip and then extending his needle-thin palm out of the fruit, probing into the security guard's blood vessels.

“Uwaaa!!!”

As Director Ophiuchus's blood mixed into the blood vessels, an inexplicable sadness instantly surged into the security guard's heart, causing him to uncontrollably burst into tears.

Hearing his cries, which sounded less like a survivor and more like utter despair, the "hand" that had been preparing to leave after rescuing him paused for a moment, then reached out to grab the security guard's belt buckle and pulled him out of the dungeon through the mirror world.

“I… what is this?”

“Why are you crying?”

Inspecting the security guard's mind and finding it overflowing with despair and pain, as if there was no hope for the future, Lyon couldn't help but frown, saying:

“I spared you a whipping, why do you seem like you've suffered some great crime instead?”

“I… I…”

“Speak freely.”

Following the security guard's gaze, Lyon saw Prince Vernon chatting and laughing with "himself". He then took the security guard a few steps to the side, away from the crowd of Prince Vernon and his guards.

“They can't see you right now, they can only see the illusion I released. No one knows you've been brought out by me.”

“You just need to tell me why you suddenly started crying.”

I… I don't know why either, I just suddenly felt like crying…

As Lyon pressed him, just as the security guard was about to answer, strands of scarlet liquid had already traveled up his blood vessels, silently invading his brain, causing several dark blood streaks to appear in the whites of his eyes, making his gaze slightly fixed.

Immediately afterward, more scarlet blood spread out, successively occupying most of the security guard's bodily organs – the root of his tongue, sinuses, eardrums, frontal lobe…

Several drops of scarlet blood stretched and scattered, rushing through his blood vessels at an extremely terrifying speed. In less than a tenth of a second, it had completely flowed throughout the security guard's body, weaving a dense blood web within him.

“I… I'm worried that I'll be fired from the Landing Tower's security department for evading punishment…”

After pausing for about a tenth of a second, the security guard peeked at Lyon's expression and pleaded in a low voice:

“This… sir, you may not be familiar with the situation in our kingdom. The fairness of the law cannot be profaned, so… so please send me back and let me finish the whipping!”

“……”

“Please!”

After stealing a glance at Lyon, who seemed a little dazed, the security guard directly knelt down with a thud, prostrating himself and begging:

“I really can't lose this job, I have a family to support, I… I have a sickly younger sister and a younger brother who is still in school, the whole family is relying on my salary… Please! Please just send me back! If they find out I evaded punishment, they will definitely kick me out!”

A sickly younger sister, a younger brother still in school…

Upon hearing this, Lyon couldn't help but fall silent for a moment. He then helped the security guard up, extended his fingertip and gently drew a few lines across his chest and abdomen, using the [False Illusion] ability to create more than a dozen bloody wounds. He then said gently to the wide-eyed security guard:

“These wounds on your body can last for about a month, and even if someone touches them, they absolutely won't be able to tell the difference between real and fake… Go back, you don't need to worry about being kicked out now.”

“Thank you! Thank you!”

Reaching out to touch his wounds and discovering that he could actually rub off blood, the security guard was both surprised and delighted. He nodded repeatedly, then desperately grabbed Lyon's arm and said with tears of gratitude:

“Mother of No Light… no no! Father of the Dawn's Horn! The light shed by the Father of the Dawn's Horn will surely illuminate your path!”

Mother of No Light, Father of the Dawn's Horn… the "gods" each believed in by the Gloom Church and the Luminary Church?

Looking at the security guard's white hair, which was completely opposite to his own, Lyon nodded slightly, imitating his manner as he said:

“Then may the Mother of No Light bless you… Go, after you return to your home, reach out and touch your butt, take off what's hanging there, and other people will be able to see you.”

“Thank you! Thank you!”

After thanking Lyon incoherently, the security guard walked away with a grateful expression, the sheep's tail still hanging from his butt.

Meanwhile, two small red fruits, almost invisible to the naked eye, silently emerged from the blood vessels on the security guard's back as he pleaded with Lyon, drifting away in Lyon's blind spot and eventually landing on Prince Vernon's neck.

Hmm… what's this?

Suddenly feeling a bit itchy on his neck, Prince Vernon couldn't help but reach out and rub it, but he didn't feel anything. So he had to put his arm down, revealing a slightly awkward expression to Prince Lyon, who was smiling rather happily in front of him.

“Actually, the streets of Lily City are usually very clean, most of the dust is blocked outside the city. I don't know what's going on today, there's suddenly a bit of a sandstorm… That's not right!”

Speaking to this point, Prince Vernon seemed to suddenly remember something. The whites of his eyes quietly filled with several blood streaks. He couldn't help but say "oh dear", then apologetically said:

“Lord Lyon, I just remembered that my father isn't feeling well and is used to taking a nap in the afternoon. The doors to the inner palace should be closing soon. If we go over now, I'm afraid we'll have to wait several hours to see him.”

“Is that so…”

Quickly striding forward a few steps, merging with the illusion he had deliberately left behind to "chat", Lyon looked at Prince Vernon, who had suddenly changed his mind, and said with a calm expression:

“Although my matter is very urgent, it's not worth these few hours… How about this, since we can't see His Majesty the King even if we go now, why don't you take me around Lily City?”

“Hehe, that's what I was thinking too.”

Faced with Lyon's suggestion, Prince Vernon's eyes couldn't help but light up slightly. He then looked at the black hair on Lyon's head and said with a chuckle:

“It just so happens that the two churches in Lily City are both preparing for their own ceremonies recently. Why don't I take you to the Gloom Church for a stroll?”