I! Cleaner!-Chapter 788 - 722: The Advantage Is Mine!

I can't take it anymore, I really can't watch this!

Looking from afar at Leon in the carriage, whose nosebleed hasn't dried yet and is leaning, pale-faced, against Queen Veronica, the female cleaner in the banquet hall couldn't help but hiss. Then, with a barely contained expression, she adjusted her glasses.

If it's just sticky and lovey-dovey, fine, maybe that's just how couples interact, and there's nothing for an outsider like me to judge. But this bastard hugged her from behind once, and suddenly, a torrential nosebleed, then, weakly reliant on her…

Really?

The future Aquarius Director of the Clean-up Bureau? The strongest level three cleaner ever, who single-handedly destroyed half of the Dream Realm, a ruthless person capable of eating a True God raw, can't deal with a bit of nosebleed? If the True God you slew saw this, they might come back to life out of rage then die of annoyance!

And! You even pulled the carriage's cover down, laying directly on that big bear woman's lap? With a sneaky expression as if you'd succeeded in stealing chickens? You are… disgusting! Childish! Lewd! You've almost lost all face for the Clean-up Bureau!

After expressing extreme distaste, she glanced at Leon, lying relaxed on Queen Veronica's lap, with his face completely obscured by two big thunders. The female cleaner instinctively took off her "far-sighted glasses" and viciously cursed him in her heart.

Shallow man! Look at that cheap smile… what's so good about big and dumb? Small and delicate beauty is the most harmonious!

"Princess Melisande."

Just as the female cleaner packed away her glasses, full of complaints, found the food supply point, and began concentrating on tearing into the tender little lamb chops, the Northern Kingdom's foreign minister approached, eyes full of excitement to report:

"I've already convinced the Kingdom of Saio to..."

"Lord Stamo!"

Calling out the minister's name and interrupting his report, the female cleaner couldn't be bothered to deal with these petty affairs, so she emulated her brother, King Harvey's demeanor, and said seriously:

"Although I'm the nominal delegate, you're the expert in diplomacy, so you don't need to report these matters to me, just make decisions yourself!"

"Princess Melisande..."

The foreign minister hesitated upon hearing her:

"But you're the highest-ranking person in this envoy, according to Northern regulations, all decisions I make must first pass your approval..."

"No need, I trust you."

Tip-toeing a little, she patted the foreign minister's shoulder, choosing not to grab her plate despite her rumbling stomach, and solemnly comforted:

"I know, because you reached this position at such a young age, some jealous people have spoken ill of you, making you pay attention to procedures, afraid of causing problems.

But actually, you don't need to worry about such things. I know Harvey's character all too well, rumors mean nothing to him, his only reason for choosing you is believing you truly have outstanding ability."

Some inherent quality seemed to activate, as the foreign minister looked surprised, anxious to get rid of these bothersome affairs and enjoy a feast, she patted his shoulder again, eyes full of regal confidence, promising:

"Just like Harvey, we don't recognize your family background but your ability! So you don't need to report to me anymore, do whatever you like boldly, I'll cover for you if anything goes wrong!"

"This... Thank you for your great favor, Princess!"

Though the female cleaner looked like a youthful maiden, when she calmed down and solemnly spoke, she really did have a shade of the Northern King's majesty.

And as the foreign minister was awed by her demeanor, he shivered, then with admiration, full of energy, said:

"Then, I'll continue linking up efforts, striving to pull another Kingdom into the alliance before the private banquet begins after the carriage parade, to jointly request the technology acquired from the Crolock Kingdom be made public!"

"Mhmm!"

Responding with a solemn demeanour, though not really listening to his words, the female cleaner pushed hard on her abdomen to suppress her growling stomach, then urged with admiration:

"Go! I believe you can do it!"

"I'm on it!"

Not noticing the beast-like noise behind him as he left, cheered on by the royal representative's full support, the foreign minister quickly walked back to the banquet hall, and started conversing with envoys from various kingdoms with full vigour.

Though failing to see the cleaner's true nature, suffering minimal mental CPU, the young foreign minister from the Northern Kingdom truly has some skills.

With his relentless attempts to connect, and eloquent persuasion and analysis of interests, the envoys' attitudes indeed underwent significant changes, despite those uncommitted to joining, most did not explicitly refuse.

Some emissaries from allied nations of the Kingdom of Lutung, who remained friendly towards it, experienced some wavering after hearing the foreign minister from the Northern Kingdom delineate the stakes.

Got it!

Observing the envoys' expressions—hesitating, pondering, ambivalent, or worried—the foreign minister of the Northern Kingdom's smile grew even broader.

While few were willing to stand out, often not explicitly opposing equates to a silent acceptance, indicating they've been affected by his proposal.

Regarding the obstinate allied nations... there's never been an unbreakable alliance. In the face of overwhelming real interests, any alliance can be dismantled, and these envoys are equally unsure of their respective royal families' reactions.

He's not expecting them to jump ship and stand by him, they just need to consider their domestic attitudes cautiously, reluctant to firmly side with that Queen—their overall stance is already irreversibly compromised.

Nodding towards the Kingdom of Saio's envoys, the tongue-tied foreign minister took a champagne from the tray but didn't drink yet, instead squinting toward the banquet hall entrance.

The newly ascended Queen Veronica stepped off the carriage, holding her skirt, helping the pale-faced Prince down and anxiously asking him something.

Probably motion sickness? This guy barely looks able to stand straight.

Gazing at the slender Prince, wobbling, needing the Queen's support to disembark, the Northern Kingdom's foreign minister confidently smiled, raising his wrist and downed the champagne!

One, a previously wise Queen, now seemingly enamored with men; the other, a pretty boy Prince who needs a woman's help to stand—this time... advantage is mine!