Under the strict surveillance of the female official, the banished Cleaner left the backstage dejectedly, returning to the guest area at the front of the hall where the seats reserved for the Northern Kingdom's delegation were located.
"Princess Melisande!"
Seeing the Cleaner emerge from backstage, the Northern Kingdom's Foreign Minister finally let out a long-held sigh of relief that had been weighing heavily on him.
He hastily got up to greet her and, after guiding her to a prominent position on the teak bench at the front, the Foreign Minister, seated in the second row, couldn't help but lean over and whisper:
"Your Highness, what were you planning to do backstage? Did His Majesty the King assign you any other tasks?"
"Heavens, no!"
The Cleaner, in a less than delightful mood, couldn't help but glare at him before replying:
"I just went to meet a familiar face and had some casual conversations, nothing to do with my brother, let alone any secret mission!"
"Oh..."
