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Leonard tugged up the collar covering his chin and put on a stern face in front of the full-length mirror, doing everything he could to project an official air.
His back was straighter than ever, his hands pressed against his trouser seams. The metal Evernight Holy Emblem on his chest gleamed, his tie was impeccably knotted, and even his top button was fastened.
Paired with his serious expression, this outfit completely transformed him. He exuded competence and reliability, making people willing to overlook his youthful face and believe he was a veteran police officer.
Although he looked convincing enough, he broke character after a mere six seconds. Unaccustomed to it, he tugged his collar outward, then wanted to roll up his sleeves and pull out his tightly tucked shirt. He felt uncomfortable all over.
He squirmed in front of the mirror for a while, but ultimately did nothing, keeping the outfit that had turned his image completely around.
"Old Man," Leonard whispered, "do I really have to dress like this from now on? I'm not used to it at all. Even walking feels awkward."
No sooner had he spoken than his head hurt. Exasperated with his failure to learn, Pallez used Leonard's hand to smack that forgetful head, without the slightest concern that he might make it even less intelligent.
The elderly Parasite snapped, "You should be grateful you were still inside the armor then! Didn't you notice the crow on His shoulder? That was a Mythical Creature. He's face-blind, but the crow doesn't have that problem!"
"If that armor hadn't hidden your face and aura, you'd be wearing a Monocle when you looked in the mirror today!"
Leonard rubbed the spot that hurt, still unwilling to give up as he muttered, "It's not as if we'll necessarily run