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!
