I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1034 - 953: The Mystery of Hair Color

Look at this! Look at what I was saying!

Upon hearing the report from his attendant, the fourth prince, Vernon, immediately turned pale, glancing suspiciously towards the door. Meanwhile, the old King collapsed back onto his throne, looking as if he had just lost a son—specifically, the foolish fourth one—with an expression of utter despair.

The depraved prince with a princess-collecting obsession had actually packaged all three of his daughters within the top ten of the succession line and brought them over. This was beyond merely unfriendly; this was a direct coup!

Based on the documents, this bastard seemed to have set his sights on the eastern territories while stirring up trouble in the nine western countries, intending to use his East Carlaywen Kingdom as a springboard to gradually meddle in the affairs of the Three Eastern Nations.

If he were just an ordinary ambitious person, it wouldn't matter much. At most, the two kingdoms would go to war. But he just had to be someone in a high position within the Cleaner Branch, capable of influencing top-level decisions of the agency, and reportedly, his character was extremely, exceptionally, excessively brutal!

The cleaners, whom I had spent a lot of resources on to win over within the Aries Branch, once attended a promotion exam with him. Having witnessed the methods of this Leon Prince, even hearing his name would make them involuntarily shudder. His audacity and savagery were evident!

Facing such a madman, extreme and possessing absolute military power, any resistance on my part would likely be meaningless, and could even provoke his ferocious nature. So...

Best to give him whatever he wants!

Glancing at Prince Vernon, who had turned white in the face after realizing the severity of the situation, the old King closed his eyes again in utter despair and weakly gestured:

"Let... please show Prince Leon in!"

...

Huh... Why does the atmosphere feel a bit strange here?

Entering the inner hall with the three forcibly "invited" princesses, Leon frowned in confusion upon seeing the old King and his son looking utterly despondent, but soon he became relieved once again.

His director had managed to destroy all the ancestral holdings the West Kalavin Kingdom had accumulated over six thousand years in under sixty minutes. For them, merely looking upset without beating their chests and wailing was already considered self-restraint.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness Vernon."

As a major accomplice in the destruction of their ancestral holdings, the slightly guilty Leon couldn't help but greet them politely, then began earnestly explaining:

"I regret the incident at the You Sui Sanctuary. However, whether you believe it or not, I wasn't the one responsible for that. I was merely brought there by coincidence and ended up as a victim myself.

Your Majesty, my purpose in coming here this time is actually twofold: one, to find out the cause of the low-grade fever ailment spreading across the world; and two, to understand why Olivia... Miss Olivia left without saying goodbye, as I have no motive for such actions."

"..."

"..."

This person... seems rather polite?

Observing Leon, who, despite having absolute military power, still greeted them courteously and patiently explained his intentions, the King and his son couldn't help but exchange a glance, seeing a glimmer of hope in each other's eyes.

If Prince Leon were indeed as amiable as he appeared, then perhaps this was all a misunderstanding. Maybe he wasn't preparing to seize the throne, and had just impulsively captured my three daughters/sisters...

Um...

Watching the three princesses behind Leon, their hands tied, mouths gagged with suspicious cloth, and strung together with a rope, the King's heart, which had just begun to recover, immediately sank back into despair.

With such a kidnapping technique, any thought of a misunderstanding seemed impossible!

"Well... improvised measures are sometimes necessary, my apologies."

Understanding that his methods were indeed excessive, Leon couldn't help but release the rope in his hand, explaining with a slightly embarrassed expression:

"I invited these ladies over because I discovered some issues regarding the low-grade fever ailment and wanted their help in clarifying it. However... the ladies were not very cooperative, and since the issue is of great importance, I had to resort to this."

Low-grade fever ailment? Not forcing me to abdicate?

After hearing Leon's explanation, the old King couldn't help but blink, then, like Popeye after eating spinach, he was suddenly filled with immense energy, standing upright from his throne with a vigorous spirit, inquiring eagerly:

"You brought them here to solve the issue of the low-grade fever ailment?"

"Yes."

Hearing this, Leon blinked as well and then asked with a puzzled expression:

"Is there a problem with that?"

"No, no! It's great to deal with the low-grade fever ailment! Um... I mean, yes, this issue is indeed very important!"

Seeing the situation unexpectedly turn around and not develop towards the worst outcome, the expressions on the faces of the King and his son immediately relaxed. Ignoring Prince Leon's status as a fugitive, they enthusiastically arranged chairs and coffee tables, even offering a pot of fragrant red tea.

"You speak, we're listening!"

"Alright..."

Declining the red tea personally poured by Prince Vernon, the somewhat baffled Leon suppressed his curiosity, arranging the three princesses, who had now regained their freedom, according to age and inheritance order, and adding Prince Vernon into the mix before inquiring:

"Your Majesty, can you see the differences among them?"

Differences?

Emerging from the joy of not needing to abdicate, the old King scrutinized his children and hesitantly replied:

"The differences you refer to... are their hair colors?"

"Correct."

Nodding in agreement with the conclusion given by the old King, Leon pointed at the princes and princesses, explaining seriously:

"If you arrange the inheritance order of the Their Highnesses from left to right, it's the second, fourth, seventh, and tenth. Princess Ambes, second in line, has almost completely white hair with little black strands. However, Prince Vernon, fourth in line, already has over a finger-width of black hair.

As for Princess Aerial, seventh in line, and Princess Cristana, tenth, about an eighth of their hair has turned black."

"This..."

Having observed the hair colors of his children and realizing Leon's statement was accurate, the old King tightened his expression and asked with a hint of confusion:

"Could the changes in hair color caused by the low-grade fever ailment be associated with the inheritance order?"

"Yes, but more precisely, it's related to the strength of their bloodlines."

Recalling the pure white hair of his director, Leon pointed to the finger-width white strand in his own hair, frowning deeply as he explained:

"If I'm not mistaken, the essence of this widespread low-grade fever ailment is actually a targeted plundering of bloodlines!"