After bidding farewell to the overly enthusiastic "good senior," Leon did not immediately go to Rose Manor to rescue anyone. Instead, he returned to his office and picked up the sheep head that he hadn't seen in days.
On the day of the Ryan Blood Night, after he was captured while exhausted from maintaining his disguise, everything except the [Holy Spirit pendant] he wore was confiscated by the Police Department, including the Black Goat and the Witch's Broom. However, it wasn't long before the Purification Bureau demanded them back, and they were returned to Leon's office.
The Black Goat, which possessed soul vision, had already noticed it was back before Leon even went to the director's office. The moment he picked it up, it, having held back for quite a while, couldn't help but ask,
"So, have you cleared your suspicions?"
Leon took out the large case issued by the bureau and checked the sniper rifle that Senior Emma had delivered. He then placed the sheep head on the case, maintaining it while having a "private chat" through the connection between their souls:
'Things are fine for now. Both the bureau and the Kingdom have concluded that Ryan Blood Night was the work of Bobby Layne, and no one currently suspects me.'
The Black Goat let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this and then seriously reminded Leon through "encrypted communication,"
'But you can't relax just yet. After all, a Duke-level noble has died, and it's not enough for just the Kingdom and your branch to acknowledge it. The investigators from the headquarters also have to agree that what you did is completely over.'
'I know, but aren't the people from headquarters still not here yet? So I'll just work like normal and behave normally. The more normal I act now, the more confident I'll appear when the time comes...'
After chatting with the Black Goat for a while, Leon finished maintaining the firearm, organized the case, and then knocked on the small mirror.
Although Young Ha in the mirror was still sleeping, Lady Lisa was awake and with a bark helped him put away the case.
"Huh? A creature from the Mirror World?"
Recognizing the small mirror, the Black Goat couldn't help but express surprise,
"What kind of favor did you do Jerry to make him willing to give you this dog?"
"It wasn't that... given Lady Lisa, it was the smaller one beside her."
After briefly explaining the interaction between him and Senior Jerry, Leon gestured twice to the big golden retriever, asking her to pull the sleeping Young Ha out of the mirror. He then rummaged through his cabinet for some folded shopping bags, first stuffing the Black Goat inside.
When he was about to put Young Ha in, he hesitated, thinking it might not be very secure. He then found an old piece of clothing kept in the office, cut off the sleeves, tidied it up, and placed it on top of the Black Goat's head as a cushion.
He then used the two cut sleeves to wrap around its sharp horns, making a windproof and warm mobile kennel for the puppy before putting the soundly sleeping pup inside.
"No... you can't be serious!"
Initially not understanding what Leon intended to do, the Black Goat became furious once it heard the soft snores of Young Ha coming from above its head and realized the situation.
"I am a Great Demon! And you're using my head as a dog bed? You..."
"During those days when we weren't back, the bureau collected a sheep's offal."
After covering the puppy with a small handkerchief, Leon looked at the suddenly paused Black Goat and, imitating the director's manner, smiled with squinting eyes,
"Although it's been taken away for testing, the director opened it and saw a sheep's stomach with an evil aura belonging to a near-God Level Great Demon... So, what were you about to say again?"
'I was saying... I actually really like small animals, especially dogs... Yeah... I particularly like them...'
Seeing Leon, who seemed to have inherited a particular characteristic from a certain red-haired woman, the Black Goat, caught in its predicament, immediately became docile. After cursing silently, it couldn't help but ask with some confusion,
"Leon, didn't my heart say before that my stomach should be with the owner of Charl Department Store? Why has it suddenly been taken by the Purification Bureau?"
"Because the daughter of the owner of Charl Department Store was kidnapped. He asked your stomach a question about how to save his daughter, and your stomach told him to deliver itself to the Purification Bureau..."
After explaining the situation briefly, Leon tied the shopping bag tightly, then carried both the Black Goat and the puppy in his left hand and the broom in his right hand as he left the office.
"So, does my stomach have the ability to answer questions? If you pay the cost and ask it a question, it will provide an answer?"
After listening to the detailed story, the Black Goat was puzzled,
"But this doesn't make sense, right? My stomach should represent greed, the utmost desire, so what does that have to do with answering questions?"
"The director didn't say, but I guess 'having something to ask' might itself be a person's most intense current desire."
Following the Black Goat's lead, Leo speculated and said,
"Don't overthink the ability part for now. This Anomalous Object was handed in by our bureau, and no other branch has the right to argue. Besides, I'm the one in our bureau with the highest affinity with demonic abnormalities, so your stomach is most likely returning to me, and I can study it then."
"So you have to work hard at it!"
The Black Goat said worriedly,
"Generally, Anomalous Objects acquired outside of tasks won't be directly distributed. You need to apply with achievements or exchange them for other Anomalous Objects. You've been in the Purification Bureau for too short a time, and your achievements aren't significant enough. If someone else exchanges it first, that'll be a problem."
"The director has mentioned this to me. Since it was the boss of Charl Department Store who delivered your stomach, she didn't have Senior Jerry save the person directly; instead, she arranged for me to handle this task to give me the capital to compete for this Anomalous Object..."
As Leon and the Black Goat discussed how to quickly exchange for the sheep stomach, they arrived at a familiar building.
After identifying the Secret Investigation Bureau's sign, Leon carried his items and walked briskly into the lobby,
"Hello, how may I help you?"
"I'm from the Purification Bureau."
After taking out and handing over his credentials, Leon touched the bandage he had taken from the female prisoner, opening his mouth with a serious expression,
"Is Yisha in your bureau? Her full name should be Isha Hill. I have some matters to discuss with her."
"Look! That man is the one Little Isha is seeing!"
"Oh~ Where, where? Point him out quickly so I can see!"
"Over there! The one talking to the receptionist, wearing an old coat, with black hair—that's the handsome guy!"
"Handsome... well, he is quite handsome, but he seems a bit skinny, doesn't he? Little Isha ranks in the top three in close combat in the department, and she's in great shape. If they end up together, can this handsome guy handle it?"
"Oh, you're really... Is this something we should be talking about here?"
"Why not? What I meant is, what if he can't fight Isha and gets bullied? What are you talking about?"
"I... I meant the same thing!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, I think you're thinking in a different direction. How typical of married people with different thoughts!"
"You... hmph! So what if I'm thinking differently? Aren't you all thinking the same?"
The woman seemed to be getting anxious after being teased. She stomped her foot and gestured with her hand,
"This handsome guy doesn't look very sturdy. Just a twist of those long legs Little Isha has around his waist would probably... Ah! Run!"
"I see you all need a good scolding!!!"
After chasing away the colleagues hiding in the stairwell, joking around, the woman who had been leading the banter yelled before taking a deep breath and carefully straightening the messy part of her clothing. She then walked over to Leon, who was waiting at the reception desk, feeling a bit out of sorts.