I, The Janitor! Chapter 45: Don't Look Down, Your Integrity Might Fall - Novel Cool

Chapter 45: Don't Look Down, Your Integrity Might Fall

Chapter 45: Don't Look Down, Your Integrity Might Fall

"That's right!"

After stuffing a pile of completed task documents back into the drawer, the red-haired director smiled slyly at the exasperated Lyon standing before him.

"I'm not trying to push you, but we've always had an understanding in the bureau about assigning tasks. We match the right person with the right job.

Take Emma, for instance. She has immortality, so the tasks she gets often involve physical destruction, but rarely deal with spiritual entities like ghosts. That giant beast reported at Adolf Manor, for instance, is something she's going to handle.

And you, with your ability to gain information through touch and your connection to that dead sheep, can see the state of others' souls and discern if they're lying. With these abilities, you're a natural-born investigator! Who else could I send if not you?"

"..."

Lyon couldn't help but agree as he thought about the capabilities he currently possessed.

Given his abilities, it seemed more suitable for him to take on investigative tasks than dealing with blood rain or giant beasts. Even if the reunion attempt failed, he should be able to retreat unscathed.

Or so he thought.

Recalling the excitement on Black Goat's face when the heart was found, Lyon hesitated and expressed his concern, "Director, I'm not trying to refuse the investigation task, but if that heart is like the horn, able to sense the presence of other parts and has control over the Lane family, I'm afraid I might be surrounded and may not be able to escape."

"Don't worry, I've considered that."

The red-haired director appraised Lyon's build and hesitated, biting her lip. She then gathered a few strands of her vibrant red hair and offered them to Lyon.

"This, along with the Witch's Broom, should be enough to protect you in most situations. But... don't touch it yet!"

She lifted her slender wrist slightly, avoiding Lyon's reaching hand. With a serious expression, she warned, "It can protect itself and doesn't need your strength or energy. But before I give this to you, you must promise me, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, not to touch it with your hands!"

"..."

Not touching it with his hands... Did she not want him to know the information about this item?

"Never mind, forget I said anything..."

Noticing Lyon's confusion, the director seemed regretful and quickly retracted her hand, waving it dismissively. "Emma's task is almost done. You can wait a few days here at the bureau. When she returns, I'll have her take you on this investigation. Her bandages and my hair will offer similar protection."

"..."

Hearing that Senior Emma would be protecting him, Lyon felt a bit embarrassed. Driven by a hint of machismo, he extended his right hand, "Then give it to me. I promise not to touch it with my hands... Er..."

Feeling silly under the director's gaze, Lyon quickly used his left hand to pull up his sleeve, exposing his wrist, "You misunderstood. I meant to have it tied directly to my wrist."

"The wrist is still not safe enough. You might accidentally touch it."

The director approached Lyon, then reached out and pulled him by the nape of his neck, drawing him closer to her.

"Lower your head a bit, and I'll tie the hair directly around your neck."

"Er... Okay..."

Lyon felt his ears heat up as the director's ample bosom came close to his nose. He quickly closed his eyes, arching his back slightly, and stiffened his neck as he waited for the director to tie the hair. However...

"Lower your head a bit more; I can't reach."

As the soft, alluring voice of a woman reached his ears, Lyon felt his heart race and his blood rush uncontrollably towards his ears. He could almost hear the whooshing sound of his blood rushing in his ears.

Any lower... any lower and it'll be in!

He had discreetly glanced ahead when he entered the building, but it was merely a small accident. It was almost instinctive, a quick glance, before he politely averted his gaze.

But if he accepted the director's invitation and buried his head right now, it would confirm his identity as a pervert. No amount of washing in any river would clear his name.

Lyon subconsciously clenched his fist slightly and awkwardly reminded her:

"This... it's not very convenient for me to bow my head. How about you tiptoe a little?"

"Why should I tiptoe?"

Seemingly a little impatient, the red-haired director urged:

"It's just a matter of you bending down a little! Why do I have to tiptoe? Hurry up and move!"

"..."

Although he had no intention of taking advantage, he had already reminded her this much. Well... forget it, I'll remind her again!

To make his point clear, Lyon, with his eyes closed, took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled through his nose.

"Oh!"

Along with a light, slightly annoyed hum, Lyon not only didn't hear anyone retreating, but he heard the red-haired director's complaint again:

"Why are you blowing on my chest? Stop fooling around and bow your head quickly! I still have a lot of work to do!"

"..."

Oh man... I really tried...

"Yes, bowing your head is the right thing to do!"

Seeing Lyon's helpless expression as he bowed with his eyes closed, the red-haired director smiled and nodded, but soon urged again:

"Did you bend down even a millimeter just now? Move some more!"

"..."

"Hmm, lower it a bit more, it's still not enough!"

"..."

"Lower! Lower!"

"..."

Lower? I'm already bowing at a ninety-degree angle! Even if you were a Pekingese, standing on your hind legs should be enough to reach!

What's the point of bowing any further? It's obvious that I'm being played with...

Lyon, feeling utterly speechless, decided to open his eyes. As expected, what met his eyes wasn't that 'something' and that 'something', but rather the somewhat old wooden floor of the director's office.

As for the red-haired beauty who had been in front of him just now, she had already returned to her seat behind the desk. She was sipping hot water and smiling as she continued to call out, "Lower! Lower!" towards him.

"..."

"Hey~ Don't be angry~"

Seeing Lyon's darkening expression, the red-haired director put down her water cup, leaned back in her chair, and smiled contentedly:

"You hid the matter of the sheep's heart from me, and when I accidentally exposed myself, you sneaked a peek. Even then, I didn't get angry with you. Now, I'm just teasing you a little, so you're not allowed to be unhappy~

Hey~ Don't move, let me tie your hair first."

She extended her index finger and drew an imaginary circle in the air, controlling Lyon's hair to tie it at his neck, and then making a delicate little bow. The red-haired director smiled and said:

"That's good~ Being able to keep your eyes closed for so long, not sneaking a glance, and even with a valid excuse, being able to resist taking advantage of me. Now I can believe that you'll keep your promise."

Remember! The hair tied around your neck is equivalent to my chest. If you accidentally glance at it a couple of times, I won't get angry. But if you dare to touch it with your hands... then don't blame me for losing my temper!"

(End of Chapter)

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