I! Cleaner!

"It can't be helped. Justice only has meaning for those who believe in it; it's useless for someone like him."

The old king, with his orange-peel skin and crane-white hair, sighed softly as he looked at Prince Vernon kneeling before him, his expression showing a hint of helplessness.

"Don't kneel. You did the right thing. In any case, we can't afford to offend Prince Leon. It's best to leave him alone."

"But I still… Sigh…"

Prince Vernon lowered his head upon hearing this, then said somewhat dejectedly:

"Father, I asked the guards around me and the clerics outside the Deep Sanctuary. Everyone said that I brought him in, and I lost consciousness while talking to him, so he probably controlled me!

As for him saying he was wronged and that Olivia was the one who did it, those are definitely lies! Aunt Olivia might be… a bit of a mess, but she's not crazy. How could she tear down the entire Deep Sanctuary?"

"…"

Aunt Olivia… That's hard to say!

She's especially good to children, not bullying you and even playing with you, so you younger ones have a filter for her. Only those of us who are older know how much trouble your Aunt Olivia caused back then…

"Alright, get up quickly!"

After recalling the terrifying experience of being dominated by Aunt Olivia, the old king couldn't help but shiver. He then raised the royal scepter in his hand and forcefully tapped Prince Vernon's thigh, his expression displeased as he said:

"Let's leave the matter of the Deep Sanctuary as it is. We can't do anything about Prince Leon, and we still have to rely on him to investigate the 'low fever' and hair color issues. Just pretend you didn't see him today. Our 'justice' means nothing to someone like him.

But you… you came into contact with him today. When he was chatting with you, did he mention how he plans to investigate the low fever issue?"

"I don't think so…"

After carefully recalling the content of his conversation with Leon, Prince Vernon shook his head.

"He didn't mention the low fever issue, nor did he mention why everyone's hair color is changing. He only asked about Aunt Olivia… Oh, right! Besides Aunt Olivia, the questions he asked the most were about our Carlewen Kingdom."

Questions about the kingdom?

The old king frowned slightly upon hearing this, then asked in confusion:

"What did he ask?"

"Mainly about the codes, regulations, and other policies, as well as the situation of the great nobles and merchants, and things like prices, specialties, transportation planning, urban district distribution, and industrial categories. But I don't usually pay much attention to these things, so I didn't answer much… Oh, right!"

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Prince Vernon added:

"After discovering that I couldn't answer those questions and only knew more about the royal family's situation, he changed the subject and inquired about who was qualified to inherit the throne and the current order of succession."

"What?!!!"

Upon hearing this, the old king's eyes widened, and he slammed his scepter forcefully, his face unusually ugly as he questioned:

"He really asked you that?"

"Ah? He really asked."

"Then after asking about the order of succession, did he pay special attention to those eligible princesses who are good-looking?"

"Ah?"

A little dazed by the old king's question, Prince Vernon blinked and said uncertainly:

"That… I didn't pay much attention, but after asking for the names of the heirs, he did specifically ask about the age of a few of them."

"He asked about the ages of women, not the ages of men, right!"

"It seems… so?"

It's over. It's really over now!

After hearing Prince Vernon's answer, the old king suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes, feeling as if gold stars were popping up, and his chest felt like it was stuffed with a large stone, making it difficult to breathe.

And after the shocked Prince Vernon rushed over, leading two close attendants to pat his chest and back, finally helping him catch his breath, the first thing the old king did was pick up his cane… the scepter, and smack Prince Vernon over the head.

"You… cough cough cough cough… you damn thing! He asks you something and you just answer? Do you not have a brain?"

"Ouch!"

Completely not expecting the old king to suddenly attack, Prince Vernon was caught off guard and a bright red bump immediately appeared on his forehead.

"Father!"

After performing a set of "teaching-son stick technique", the old king, whose face was as red as a cooked crab and whose wrinkles had smoothed out a lot, stopped attacking and leaned on his scepter, panting heavily. Then, he gritted his teeth and scolded:

"Those aren't questions you answered! What you gave him wasn't just an answer, it was my and your brother's throne!"

"Ah?"

The latest and most complete novels are at 69shu.com!

"You confounded thing! I ask you! Before your brother went to investigate the Lumen Church, did you not finish reading those files he specifically handed over to you?"

"This…"

Prince Vernon blinked upon hearing this, subconsciously taking a step back to avoid the old king's scepter, then said somewhat guiltily:

"It's not that I didn't finish reading… It's just… just that I didn't read too much…"

That means he didn't finish reading it!

"Father, it's not that I didn't want to read it, it's just that time was too tight and the files my brother gave me were too thick…"

Looking at the old king's bulging eyes, as if he wanted to pounce on him and take a bite, Prince Vernon quickly defended himself:

"You know how serious my brother is about his work. The files he sent me were three fists thick! I stayed up two nights at home, and my eyes were sore before I even got through a third of them… Father, why don't you tell me what's going on with that Prince Leon?"

"Alas!!!"

Looking at his stupid son who still didn't understand the seriousness of the situation, the old king couldn't help but sigh heavily, then leaned back on his throne and said weakly:

"Actually, it's not your fault. Since he's already set his sights on us, he would have investigated even if you didn't say anything… You don't need to know much. You just need to know that he's a pervert who has a habit of 'collecting' princesses, and he'll help the princesses he 'collects' to seize the throne."

"Ah? There's such a thing?!!!"

"Heh heh, this has already happened several times! Croc, Eichto, Miffara… Just you wait!"

Recalling the information he saw in the files, the old king stared blankly at the ceiling, muttering with a chill:

"If I'm not mistaken, it probably won't be long before he brings your sister or younger sister to find me, forcing me to abdicate quickly…"

"Your Majesty!"

As the old king was speaking, a close attendant suddenly rushed in from outside the hall, reporting loudly with a somewhat panicked expression:

"Prince Leon has escaped from prison! He brought Princess Ariel, Princess Tristana, and Princess Anbes to the main hall, saying he wants to see you!"