I! Cleaner!-Chapter 792 - 0726 Mother Wolf of the Icefield

"Waaaa~"

Unaware that she had become the "center" of the entire banquet, after swallowing a cake softer than a sponge, the female cleaner licked the frosting from the corner of her mouth and pitifully said:

"Can't I have just one more piece? You know, I am..."

"No!"

With a raised hand signaling to stop, Leon grumbled:

"I know you have the bloodline of gluttony. Considering how uncomfortable you'll be if you can't satisfy your appetite, I've already asked for another portion for you. The new cake tower is for later use; you can't touch it!"

"Stingy!"

Disappointed by his words, the female cleaner leaned back on the chair, clutching her stomach and complained:

"When I came in, your people said I could eat whatever I wanted, as long as it was food. Why are you going back on your word now?"

"It's different."

Watching her occasionally sneak glances at the cake tower, clearly having not given up, Leon had no choice but to explain:

"If it's something else, you can eat as much as you want, but this cake is part of the banquet, considered a part of the ceremony, and can only be eaten after it's been properly distributed according to protocol."

"Oh..."

After listening to Leon's explanation, the female cleaner nodded in realization and then, clutching her stomach, murmured somewhat embarrassed:

"When you explain it like that, I understand. If that old man had explained it well earlier and not just chased people with a stick right from the start, I probably wouldn't have tied him up."

That's hard to say.

Leon pursed his lips upon hearing this, thinking that when the new cake tower was brought out earlier, her eyes went wide, even more excited than Melanie seeing her allowance. After I stopped her, it was like her very soul became "sad."

If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, realized something was wrong with you, and swiftly scraped some leftover cake tower onto a plate for you to eat a couple of bites, you might have just cried right here.

"No... I'm serious!"

Feeling Leon's distrust, the female cleaner huffed twice and then straightened herself to explain:

"I have two special bloodlines; although I find it hard to control the hunger from [Gluttony], I can force myself to calm down using the effects of the [Calm] bloodline... See, I'm calm now, aren't I?"

"Oh, please!"

Leon spoke with a face full of sarcasm:

"You ate a cake meant for a hundred and fifty people, all by yourself, and you're telling me that's being calm? Calm? More like you're just stuffed!"

"..."

When you put it like that, I guess I do feel a bit stuffed...

The female cleaner rubbed her belly somewhat sheepishly, then huffed and leaned back on the chair, too embarrassed to softly plead:

"Leon, could you get me some peppermint cake or ginger tea? Or... maybe some sour plums would do, I'm... feeling pretty uncomfortable from being stuffed..."

"..."

You deserve it! Always wanting to eat everything you see!

Though tempted to tease her further, the female cleaner's petite form and the small circle of baby fat under her chin made her seem like a young teenager, around thirteen or fourteen years old. And Leon, having lived two lifetimes, had a mental age at least double hers. Watching her uncomfortable look from being stuffed, he couldn't bear to leave her there in that state and got up to head to the food counter to get her something to help digest.

Aww... He's so nice!

Seeing Leon graciously going to fetch her something, the female cleaner felt moved and sniffled, then shouted towards his retreating figure:

"Leon! When you come to the Northern Kingdom, I'll treat you to roasted elk! My brother is especially good at grilling meat, you'll surely love it!"

"Princess Melisande..."

Just when the female cleaner was emotionally promising, a familiar voice full of grievances suddenly came from behind, startling her so much she shivered.

Looking at the flustered and shocked cleaner turn her head, the diplomatic minister of the Northern Kingdom couldn't help but say in a plaintive tone:

"Could you please explain to me what exactly were you doing just now?"

"..."

Just now... And why did so many people come over suddenly? Did you finish the talks that quickly?

"Stamo, sir!"

Before the female cleaner could react, Lucian Prince from the Kingdom of Morna, dark-skinned and skinny, spoke with difficulty:

"Didn't you tell me before that your two countries are mortal enemies due to conflict over Ryan Port and Snow Mountain Pass? How come..."

How come... I don't know how this happened either!

"This is shameful deceit!"

The North Sea Commander from the Kingdom of Saio stepped out from the crowd, and angrily shouted:

"Stamo! The reason I agreed to join hands with you this time was based on twenty years of trust from past cooperation! But you're secretly making deals with them?"

"Stamo, sir, the foundation of cooperation is honesty, but it appears you have something important and are secretly hiding it from us."

"Stamo, sir! Regarding the current situation, you must give us an explanation!"

"Stamo! Can you justify this to us? *Your Ma! Ending the alliance!"

"Wait... Everyone, please calm down! Everyone, please calm down first! We will definitely give everyone an explanation!"

Faced with the envoys' angry accusations, sarcastic remarks, and righteous denouncements, unable to win the argument, the diplomatic minister felt like he was plunged into a sauna, drenched with sweat due to the increasingly heated words around him.

After finally managing to soothe the agitated ambassadors, the desperate diplomatic minister hurriedly turned back to the cleaner sitting on the chair, urgently urging:

"Princess Melisande! Given the situation, please state your position!"

Although capable of instantly knocking everyone down, the cleaner was, after all, just a teenager. Facing a group of intimidating middle-aged men, she couldn't help but feel a bit flustered.

She instinctively slid back in her seat a little and, staring at the envoys watching her intently, anxiously whispered:

"What stance should I declare?"

"You need to declare your position and tell everyone whose side you're on!"

"Then... I'm on your side?"

"..."

Well, that seems like the wrong position.

Seeing the diplomatic minister's extremely speechless expression, the cleaner's intellect upsurged after a hearty meal, making her realize the kind of stance these people were expecting.

"I'll say it again."

Sucking in her stomach, the girl regained some princess-like presence, raised her right hand, and solemnly declared:

"I am the princess of the Northern Kingdom! The she-wolf galloping across the ice plains! I swear by my surname that I only leave enemies with the coldest..."

"Here's the ginger tea you wanted."

"Ah! Thank you."

Turning back with a delighted smile to take the cup Leon handed over, the cleaner rewarded him with a sweet smile, then turned back, her face serious and continued:

"I only leave enemies with the coldest gaze, and the sharpest fangs!"

"..."

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