I! Cleaner! Chapter 889 820: Signature

"Dammit! Stop right there!"

Irritated by Catherine's overly "intense" reaction, the white snake earrings on Princess Catherine's ears couldn't help but shake violently.

"Why are you running? You ca here to get caught! Bastard! You're still running?"

Oh right, I did co to get caught!

After being scolded by the white snake several tis, Catherine, driven by instinct, reluctantly stopped running away and took two steps back towards her pursuer... then retreated three steps.

These legs... these feet... why won't they listen to ?

Standing at a street corner about twenty ters from the Evil Prince, after scuffing my shoes for a while, I managed to increase the distance to over thirty ters, amidst the ever-angrier curses of the white snake. Finally, as the newly appointed vice president of the Slaughter King Association, Catherine stopped...

Mainly because there was no room to retreat further beyond the street corner wall.

"Li... Your Highness the Prince!"

Despite all the psychological preparation, she didn't dare utter the na that even the gods feared, standing awkwardly at the street corner, facing Leon from thirty ters away:

"Regarding the Yarn Ball Society issue, shouldn't you give an explanation?"

"What are you saying? I can't hear you."

"I said, Yarn Ball Society..."

"Louder, co closer and say it!"

"Yarn..."

"?"

Forget it, what is there to say!

Tightening her fists and hamring down on her trembling legs in harsh punishnt, amidst the frantic warnings of "Disaster Avoidance" exceeding five tis per second, the newly appointed vice president of the Slaughter King Association decisively chose to listen to her inner voice.

Given the situation, let's go back to the palace for a al.

Hmm... It's not that I'm afraid of anyone; it's mainly because the weather isn't great for getting caught today. I'll try again tomorrow.

"Your Highness?!"

Just as Catherine persuaded her unreliable legs to take a bold first step away from the Evil Prince, a figure filled with joyous surprise erged from the street corner.

Looking at the bewildered face of Princess Catherine, the captain of the Grand Sorceress's Guard was overjoyed, quickly leading two squads of watchful guards toward her.

Though he was shocked by the terrifying passive effect of "Terror Instant" when dealing with the Evil Prince, the captain of the Grand Sorceress's Guard still had so steadfast loyalty and didn't agree to join the "kidnap the princess" plan.

After all, the Grand Sorceress's court is essentially the palace of another kingdom, and the captain of the court's guard equates to the palace guard captain, who is naturally a staunch "royalist" with zero chance of betraying the kingdom rashly.

However, what left the captain uneasy was that although he sincerely warned the court about the Evil Prince and refused his recruitnt, the court seed not to have received any reports. The whole day passed without a peep, making him uneasy. He could only lead two squads to keep watch to prevent the Evil Prince from stirring trouble.

But now it's better—Princess Catherine must have figured out a plan to counter. She brought people to...wait, why is she alone?

Holding the evidence he had gathered on the Evil Prince over the past few days, he excitedly rushed to Princess Catherine, only to find her without guards or maids—even without any attendant. The captain's excited expression stiffened on his face.

What is this supposed to an? He's boasting everywhere about wanting to kidnap you, and you ca here alone? Isn't this just ordering him to seize you?

"Who are you?"

Facing the guards blocking her path, Princess Catherine's brow furrowed naturally as she yelled hostilely:

"Move aside! This doesn't concern you! You... hey! Get out of the way!"

Glancing back over her shoulder, the slender figure of Princess Catherine suddenly exploded with the strength of a strongman, pushing the tall guard captain to the ground. She then fled quickly amidst strange curses.

"???"

Watching as Princess Catherine darted away like she was being chased by a dog, her agile figure covering several ters at a ti, the guard captain, still sitting on the ground, was flabbergasted.

What in the world is Her Highness trying to do? Capture the Evil Prince? Or let the Evil Prince capture her? I don't quite understand...

"Are you okay?"

Amidst the guard captain's confusion, a familiar voice accompanies the hand reaching towards him.

"I'll help you up."

"Oh, thank you..."

Instinctively expressing thanks, the guard captain grabs the offered hand, stands with its strength, and finds a pen and pamphlet stuffed into his hands.

"You're welco, take it."

"???"

Clenching the pamphlet filled with anti-witch statents, watching the Evil Prince in front, the guard captain can't help but shiver.

"You?"

"If you really want to thank , just sign it!"

Smiling broadly at the captain's stunned face, Leon squints, gazing at Catherine's distant retreating figure, and sighs:

"Seems like soone who doesn't belong here... A princess of the prestigious Mifalla Kingdom, without the courage to face directly, how can she lead this country along with such a coward... cowardice?"

"In my opinion, we might as well detain her and replace her with a more daring and promising princess. Only then will this kingdom have a future. Don't you agree, Galileo?"

"My na is Gary..."

Correcting instinctively, glancing at the sinister prince before him and the already distant Princess Catherine, the Grand Sorceress's Guard Captain clicks his tongue helplessly and speaks with confusion:

"Your Highness, what is Princess Catherine up to? What are you up to? You two... I don't quite understand..."

Haha, even though you have five or six Contamination Value points, and barely a novice third-class cleaner's level, our contest among those surpassing fifty Contamination Value points makes your understanding impossible.

Watching the confused Grand Sorceress's Guard Captain, Leon quietly changes the pamphlet into an application form and points cheerfully below it.

"Sign this, and I'll tell you."

"..."