"Princess Melisande?"
Startled by the cleaner's scream, the Kingdom of the North's Foreign Minister quickly tugged at her, lowered his voice, and asked cautiously:
"Did you discover something? Did they arrange something against us?"
"..."
However, the cleaner was already too shocked to pay attention to the Foreign Minister. The moment she saw the giant photo, with those even more gigantic assets, her brain completely shut down, teetering on the edge of a crash.
Too fake! This is too fake! There is no way in this world that there could be someone... someone... Ugh!!!
(〃＞皿＜)!!!
Unconsciously clutching her chest, looking at the photo of the annoyingly happy woman, the cleaner's hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly, finally defeated by the cold reality, they slackened helplessly.
Damn it... I hate this woman! Hate her! Absolutely hate her!
