Glancing at the envoys still fighting over the cake, and then at the female cleaner who quietly nabbed the largest cake, Leon couldn't help but complain:
"What exactly are you here for?"
"I'm obviously here... hic... for diplomacy!"
Seemingly feeling Leon's disdain, the female cleaner, with her bulging belly, pointed discontentedly at the envoys.
"See, that's the Foreign Minister of our Northern Kingdom, he's my deputy."
"..."
So your deputy is there fighting with others, and you're the official envoy sneaking off to eat and drink, huh?
Looking at the female cleaner in front of him with cream still on her mouth, Leon gave up debating with this foodie, and started scanning the banquet hall, searching for the figure of an armored old man.
Seeing Leon suddenly stop talking to her and start looking around, the female cleaner couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Leon, what are you searching for?"
"I'm looking for the head of the funeral department."
"Huh?"
