The most unbearable thing was how much he hated filth and mess. He couldn't stand even a speck of dust in any corner of the house, and he had to take at least five or six baths every day.
Whenever he went out and came back, he had to shower, disinfect his entire body, and change into clean clothes.
If anyone accidentally touched his clothes, he would immediately change. Even his own father couldn't touch him.
He wore only black and white clothes all year round, and was so fussy that he even wore white gloves. He was honestly more troublesome than some women.
Because of his special circumstances, he had originally supported his conducting research at home. That way, he could avoid going outside and coming into contact with more people. Yet he had no idea what had suddenly gotten into him—he had actually joined the Military Department without a word.
He had also used his abilities in technological research, his extraordinarily high combat power, and his clean yet brutal methods to rise to his current position in just ten years.
His father was genuinely proud of him for that.
However, there was one thing he had never quite understood. Given his condition and temperament, why had he joined the Military Department? Didn't he think the battlefield would be even dirtier?
He had asked him that question before, but every time, the only answer he got was, "Because I want to."
See? He was just that willful.
A trace of certainty and confidence flashed through Reno's eyes. "You don't need to worry about that."
As usual, he failed to get a satisfactory answer, and Old Marshal's beard bristled with anger.
"You brat... You brat... You're still as willful as ever."
"You were the one who proposed this research project