I! Cleaner!-Chapter 777 - 711: Stabbing Comes First

"..."

Looking at this bizarre hidden insignia, the corner of Leon's mouth twitched violently. The effect of wearing this insignia is unreasonable, isn't it supposed to massively boost my artistic talent with a wave of my hand?

And why isn't there any advanced route? I feel like if I just slightly improve my political abilities, work on my moral cultivation, and study art well, achieving comprehensive development in virtue, art, and governance, wouldn't this insignia just directly advance?!

"Hmm... alright, the part about the carriage salute, let's leave it like this for now!"

Seeing Leon, who for some reason suddenly exuded immense leadership with every gesture, the little old man nodded in satisfaction, pulled down the process chart from the wall, squinted, and muttered:

"Next is the reception of foreign guests, the speeches from the fifteen ministers and the prime minister, the public party for the entire Royal Capital, the address and pledge to all citizens, and the private banquet after the ceremony... Oh right, you absolutely must learn about the cake-cutting at the banquet!"

"Wait... I have to do all this?"

"Of course, you must do it!"

The little old man said seriously:

"The procedures and traditions set by me and the etiquette department, most of them are quite solemn and formal. While they may highlight dignity, they aren't conducive to showing the royal family's approachability. Cutting the cake for the guests yourself is undoubtedly the most fitting choice."

Pausing slightly here, the little old man stroked his beard, reminiscing with squinted eyes:

"Back in the day, I was selected to be part of the etiquette department because of my excellent cake-cutting skills. It showed off the royal family's majesty without neglecting any attending guest, earning high praise from the late king!

Hehe, Your Highness, tomorrow I'll prepare six different types of ceremonial knives for you. With a combination of around ninety different cutting methods, just learn twelve of the more common decorative cuts, and you'll be able to handle those more special occasions... like this one."

After drawing six small figures on the wall, the little old man looked eagerly at Leon, ignoring his increasingly gloomy expression, and asked expectantly:

"If at tomorrow's private banquet after the ceremony, ambassadors from the Northern Kingdom, Thunderstorm Country, Thousand Sails Maritime Country, Refract Kingdom, Witch Kingdom, and Green Shade Country all come over with their plates at the same time, how would you cut the cake to suit the closeness of each kingdom's relations and not harm their diplomatic ties?"

"Stab them to death."

"What?"

Perhaps due to his age, not hearing Leon clearly, the old man leaned in a bit and curiously asked:

"Your Highness, what did you just say?"

"I just said... I'll stab them all to death!!!"

Snatching away the pen and crossing out the six foolish people who couldn't even cut cake, Leon, who had been tormented for more than ten hours, took the pen in his hand and made a series of stabbing gestures. Then, in the little old man's terrified expression, he threatened through gritted teeth:

"If you know how to cut, then you'll cut! Cut it well for me!

And listen! If anyone dares to come up with a plate for me to cut cake tomorrow, I'll stab each and every one! Then drag them out from the banquet and hang them on the tree branches at the palace gate to bleed them out! Until they die!"

(っ°Д°;)っ?!!!

...

Strange, there's something not quite right with today's wedding?

Through the translucent colored glass of the waiting room, watching the busy attendants outside, the princess couldn't help but frown with surprise, feeling like something was missing.

And as Anna, serving as bridesmaid beside her, noticed Princess Veronica's strange expression, she immediately took her arm and worriedly asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong? Is something going on?"

"I haven't noticed anything wrong..."

Looking at the outside situation through the glass, Princess Veronica shook her head and softly replied with some confusion:

"But today's wedding, compared to the original plan, seems to have simplified quite a bit."

"Huh? Really?"

"Yes."

Nodding slightly, Princess Veronica began counting on her fingers:

"Normally, before we get here, there should be two wardrobe checks, three makeup and grooming sessions, a morning prayer, a farewell look at home, a light meal with makeup... all completed before departing from the palace to the wedding location."

After listing over a dozen cumbersome procedures, in Anna's surprised expression, Princess Veronica wondered aloud with some confusion:

"But many of those repeated procedures were reduced. Things like farewell prayers were done, but they were so cursory... Strange, this isn't like the style of the etiquette department?"

"..."

Wow... it's actually that troublesome? And the groom's side has even more rules? Can big brother handle this?

After hearing what Princess Veronica said, Anna couldn't help but clench her fists with concern, tentatively guessing:

"Could it be that big brother felt the procedures were too cumbersome, so he discussed with the people from the etiquette department to simplify the unnecessary procedures?"

"Perhaps..."

Nodding slightly in suspicion, Princess Veronica said curiously:

"But the people in the etiquette department, many of whom are from the older generation of the royal family's collateral branches, are of extremely high seniority and particularly stubborn. How did Leon persuade them?"

...

"Stab them! Stab them all!"

As a loud crack sounded from breaking off half a leg of the iron chair, making a forceful stabbing gesture, Leon, who was getting makeup applied in front of a mirror, pushed away the terrified makeup artist, then turned to roar at the little old man behind him with a grim face:

"I can't console anyone! I'll stab whoever I console!

I won't give a speech! I'll just stab whoever's closest!

I won't attend royal family meetings! If I have to go, I'll stab everyone I see!

No pre-wedding prayers! If you nag me one more time, I'll rush out and stab the horse statue too!"

"You... you..."

"Get out of my sight! Otherwise, I'll start stabbing from you!!!"

"Ah!"

Switching out the insignia with the fear effect to scare away the little old man trying to force the procedure on him, Leon helped up the makeup artist who had fallen to the ground, apologetically explaining:

"Sorry, what I said just now doesn't include you, it's mainly that old man was too annoying, only yelling at him does any good... Just go on with the makeup, don't worry, I usually don't stab people."

"O...okay..."

Supporting herself with the chair leg that had gone limp, swaying a bit as she steadied herself, the makeup artist's legs were trembling as she walked to the 'safe' left side away from the 'weapon,' and shakily continued applying makeup for Leon.

As Leon closed his eyes, enduring the makeup artist's Parkinson-like makeup skills, the guests for the wedding had already started entering one after another.

And when the delegations from the various kingdoms arrived at the entrance of the hall, upon seeing the huge photos hanging outside, a startled scream suddenly erupted from within the Northern Kingdom's delegation.

"Impossible! Hers must be fake! FAKE!!!"