Forget it... No matter how it's developing over there, it's at least starting to develop. At least it hasn't been stagnant, and it certainly can't be worse than before.

Leon shook his head slightly, avoiding a construction crew setting up a totem pole by the roadside, and walked toward a newsstand lined with animated newspapers... Yes, just like those newspapers with moving pictures in Xly Potter, a few witches managed to create this as well.

Apparently, as long as you pour a certain potion into the camera lens, the resulting photo can retain a few seconds of movement. The witches who invented this potion have been specially hired by the Traveling Thrush Research Institute, and maybe one day, they might even create a magical television.

Speaking of which, could the next generation who grow up watching magical television be subtly influenced by "abnormal objects"? Might they have some potential to become Cleaners?

Hmm... Anyway, there's no need for explicit prohibition, but it's best to keep an eye on things, at least confirm it's harmless before spreading it... Uh... wait a minute.

After paying a whopping five Copper Wheels for the animated newspaper, which had increased in price several times but was still selling well, Leon seemed to notice something. He looked past the newsstand at a woman curiously raising her head, watching the moving figures on the newspaper.

Wow... Beautifully freezing?

Seeing a woman in a summer fitted skirt, her two white, straight legs bare and exposed to the snowy weather, Leon couldn't help but frown. His fingers habitually tapped the black goat's horn as he glanced at her soul, which flashed with a bright white light.

Clean, serious, pure, steady, intensely curious, always full of hope... Evaluated as a "good person," but the transparency of her soul suggested she might be somewhat naive?

The woman reading the newspaper outside the stand also seemed to sense Leon's gaze. She turned her head to look at him curiously, then slightly opened her lips, nodding politely with a friendly look in her eyes.

Alright then, as long as she's not a jerk, it doesn't matter who she is.

After nodding at the woman, who was probably not an ordinary person, given she was bare-legged in winter, Leon turned his eyes back, tucked the newspaper under his arm, and continued walking towards the department store.

If it were three months ago, seeing someone with such unusual behavior, he would definitely have engaged in conversation to see if they might be a potential holder of abnormal objects. If confirmable that she wasn't a problem person, he might consider recruiting her into the Maiden Precinct.

But now, people from the Witch Kingdom are running around the world, and you can practically run into a few witches or shamans looking to "strike it rich" every day. The cleaning agency has also opened an external recruitment window, so as long as a person's soul isn't that of a bad person, there's no need for too much attention.

"Hello."

When it seemed Leon had no intention of talking, the young woman blinked in surprise, then took the initiative to speak up:

"Could you tell me which direction Bridge Public School is in?"

Bridge Public School?

Upon hearing the name of William and Melanie's school, Leon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and turned back to scrutinize the odd young woman again.

A pearl-gray turtleneck dress, similar in style to the teachers at Bridge Public School, but with a ribbon embellished with black feathers at the waist, nicely outlining her slim figure. The chest... rose somewhat elegantly.

On her feet were black leather shoes similar to the school teachers', but they were too thin for winter. Her slender ankle, exposed at the edge of her shoe, was even whiter than the freshly fallen snow on the ground.

Judging by her appearance... could Bridge Public School be trying to "catch the trend" by hiring someone from the Witch Kingdom as a teacher?

"Is there something wrong?"

Noticing where Leon's gaze had landed, the young woman looked down curiously at her white legs and ankles, asking with some confusion:

"Is there something wrong with my legs? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"????"

What the heck, "looking at me like that"! Is that how you use the phrase?

Faced with the overwhelming air of cluelessness emanating from her words, Leon's good impression of the young woman's pure soul was instantly shattered a bit, causing his mouth to twitch involuntarily.

"Ah, did I use the wrong term again?"

Seemingly aware of her own problem, and noticing Leon's slightly awkward expression, the young woman instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, blushing slightly as she apologized:

"I'm sorry, I'm not quite used to it here... Um... If my words offended you, I apologize, sorry!"

"It's nothing..."

Recalling her pure... or perhaps slightly "unintelligent" soul, Leon shook his head and said nothing. Then he spoke to remind her:

"I'm looking at your legs not because there's something wrong with them, but because it's winter, and for ordinary people who fear the cold, you're wearing too little."

"Oh, I see!"

Upon hearing Leon's words, the young woman nodded in realization.

"No wonder so many people were staring at my legs as I walked down the street. Some kind-hearted souls even came to talk to me, asking if I wanted to warm up at their place, and some even wanted to touch my legs... So it's because I'm underdressed?"

"..."

Though, I doubt everyone staring at your legs did so because you're underdressed, and those who approached you may not be considered kind-hearted...

But whatever, this girl may seem a bit unwise, but her physical and soul strength aren't ordinary, so those people probably can't do anything to her. If someone tries something, they'd just be a pest to society.

Finding it hard to hold back while looking at the young woman in front of him, Leon hesitated for a moment, then decided to end this abstract conversation quickly. He pointed in the direction he was heading.

"Bridge Public School is over there. Just keep walking straight ahead until the end, and you'll see the side gate of Bridge Public School."

"Oh!"

After glancing in the direction Leon pointed, the young woman brushed the snowflakes off her brow with her hand, and smiled at Leon with her shoulder-length black hair swinging slightly, emphasizing the ivory-like smoothness of her arms and wrists.

"Thank you, you're a good person too!"

"You're welcome..."

Not wanting to be compared to the other "good people" she encountered, Leon studied her youthful, smiling face and then asked:

"If it's convenient, could you tell me what you're planning to do at Bridge Public School?"