I! Cleaner!

'You're being too stiff…'

As Lyon nodded in agreement to “Prince Vernon’s” invitation and boarded the carriage to the Shadow Church with him, the Red-Haired Director inside the conch couldn't help but remind him:

'Although Lyon's suspicion was temporarily dispelled after that security guard left, it doesn't mean he'll let his guard down.

And your action of inviting him to the Shadow Church just now, using Vernon's body, was too obvious in its intent.

Lyon is probably already suspicious of you now.

Fortunately, you were controlling Vernon when you said those words, so he should suspect Vernon first, guessing if this is an arrangement by the Carlewen royal family, wanting him to see something in the Shadow Church, instead of suspecting Vernon is being controlled first, otherwise…'

'Enough!'

Annoyed by the Red-Haired Director's incessant nagging, Director Ophiuchus couldn't help but turn his head and glare at her.

'I understand the situation clearly!

If I didn't know this, I wouldn't… I probably wouldn't have invited him so bluntly!

Besides, hasn't it not been exposed yet?'

'It's just that it hasn't been exposed yet.'

Looking at the smiling Lyon through the conch, and finding that familiar hint of suspicion in his smiling eyes, the Red-Haired Director couldn't help but shake her head and continue earnestly:

'Your disguise is too crude.

With Lyon's vigilance, if you continue to be so careless with your words, he will eventually associate it with you and me, and then…'

'Why don't you do it!'

Feeling that every word the Red-Haired Director said seemed to subtly belittle his intelligence, Director Ophiuchus couldn't help but withdraw his bleeding fingers, and said in exasperation:

'You've always been like this!

I have to say something about everything I do!

If you're so good, you do it!'

'So, except for when I deliberately lied to you, when have I ever been wrong?'

'…'

'You're too impulsive.

If you could just remember to discuss with me more when you make decisions…'

'Shut up!'

'I can shut up, but you also need to learn to face reality.'

'…'

'It's useless even if you don't speak.

The fact proves that you did choose the wrong path.

Believe me, Lyon will definitely be the one to change everything…'

Ahhh!

“Lord Lyon, I have a question here, I wonder if you can answer it?”

“What question?”

“A question about that Miss Olivia.”

After sizing up Lyon's expression, “Prince Vernon” hesitated and whispered:

“I also work part-time managing the royal family genealogy, and I'm quite familiar with the names of the royal family members.

So, when I received the notice you sent earlier, asking my father to help find that Miss Olivia, I really wanted to ask you…

Lord Lyon, is the Miss Olivia you're looking for my great-aunt Olivia?”

“?!"

'?!'

Hehe, isn't it just exposing the truth?

It's not like anyone doesn't know how to do it!

After glancing at the Red-Haired Director, whose expression had tightened, Director Ophiuchus, feeling greatly relieved, couldn't help but shake his bleeding fingers, continuing to control Prince Vernon, and asked eagerly:

“Am I right?

Is the person you asked us to investigate really Great-Aunt Olivia?”

“…”

Great-aunt… This title, placed after the Director's name, is really too distracting…

After subconsciously smacking his lips, Lyon nodded and admitted “Prince Vernon’s” guess, then replied with a somewhat strained expression:

“The person I'm looking for is indeed her… Did you guess it from the name?”

“And the investigation directions you provided.”

After thinking for a while, Prince Vernon said somewhat uncertainly:

“The places you suggested we focus on investigating are basically places like taverns, markets, shopping streets, and also the residences of several royal family members who have a very bad relationship with her.

I've read some records of Great-Aunt Olivia.

She has loved drinking since she was a child, and likes to sneak out of the palace to join the fun in crowded places, arguing with people, causing trouble everywhere, and snatching pocket money from my father and uncles… The places you mentioned are basically where she likes to stay.”

“…”

“I remember when my great-grandfather was still alive, he once commented on her and Great-Aunt Jenny like this… Not all girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice, some girls are born to represent adventure, wine, wisdom, and fearlessness.”

Adventure, wine, wisdom, fearlessness… The Director, when she's not drunk, does have a bit of that.

After nodding in agreement, Lyon said with some emotion:

“That's really a very fitting evaluation, Director… Your great-aunt is indeed like that.”

“Um… but this is the evaluation that great-grandfather gave to Great-Aunt Jenny.”

“…”

After looking at Lyon, whose expression had stiffened slightly, Prince Vernon blinked his eyes and said:

“My great-grandfather's second half of the sentence is… As for Olivia, she's just a stray dog that will run wild everywhere if not leashed, her bottom line is frighteningly low, she only follows the rules she wants to follow, and treats everything else as fart.

And besides that, she's also gluttonous, greedy for drink, greedy for play, greedy for sleep, shameless, unreasonable, morally corrupt, has terrible character, and has no psychological burden when causing trouble… Ouch!”

Seeing Prince Vernon suddenly cry out in pain and squat down while clutching his stomach, Lyon, who had been listening with a speechless expression, quickly reached out to help him up, and then asked with concern:

“Your Highness? What's wrong?”

“No… nothing…”

The sudden sharp pain came and went quickly.

After wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, “Prince Vernon,” who barely suppressed the Red-Haired Director, forced a smile and said:

“It's an old problem, my stomach always hurts from time to time… Lord Lyon, the Anointing Chapel of the Shadow Church is just ahead, shall I take you over to take a look first?”

“Okay.”

After taking a deep look at Prince Vernon, Lyon didn't say anything, but followed Prince Vernon towards the tall white building with a towering spire at the end of the long street.

“Your Highness Vernon.”

After Lyon and the others arrived at the foot of the Anointing Chapel's spire, surrounded by a dozen guards, two priests in white robes immediately separated from the group responsible for receiving worshipers at the entrance and actively greeted them.

“May the Mother of No Light bestow her blessing, so that even when you are in the darkness of night, you can still have sharp eyes and not lose your way.”

After blessing everyone, the two priests sized up Lyon's predominantly black hair color, then couldn't help but frown, and successively cast inquiring glances at Prince Vernon.