The Dragon Queen and her mates.
Chapter 85: Clean up the orcs dung?

Chapter 85: Clean up the orcs dung?

Bree pushed herself off the bed in a daze, after taking a nap for so long she was feeling disoriented to the point where she couldn’t even tell whether it was morning or night. For two minutes straight she looked around the room and finally regained her woozy senses, " Oh, I am the Dragon Queen now", ever since she has woken up in this room, she has been dreaming of her own world ——even now, she was dreaming about being scolded by her mother for not sending the money to the house on time but then she woke up and the reality hit her with a loud smack.

She arched her back while sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes lightly glancing at the pile of documents that Dion has sent to her room. Sure enough, there was literally nothing that could save her from this torture that she has been going through these days but at least today she was able to get a few hours to take a nap or she would have to work till late at night.

" I better start working on those," rubbing her eyes, she stood up from her bed and walked inside her wardrobe before coming out dressed in a frilly shirt and loose pants. Bree looked down the shirt’s front that looked like it has been shredded by a cat or something and felt her eyes twitch, " Will they be seriously damned if they don’t add frill to everything and anything?" She has asked for a simple fitting shirt and pants but despite her being the Queen and the ruler of this world, her orders weren’t taken as seriously as they should have been when it comes to her dresses.

Why? Because she was a woman—— and a woman even if she was the ruler was still a female without a banana in her pants and maybe that gave all men in this world a right to dictate what she wore and what she didn’t.

Ignoring the urge to go and battle it out with those old men, Bree walked towards her table as she silently muttered under her breath, " Seriously there are like a lot more serious issues going around in this world but no, those freaky old men have to worry about what I wear instead of paying their attention to where they should be." She was the one who was doing all the work damn it and those ministers were just having fun sitting in their charmingly homely and warm mansion! So, why does she have to listen to them?

Scraping the wooden chair on the marble floor a little more harshly than she has intended Bree sat down on her seat and pulled the pile of documents that Dion has signed as important. Being in charge of the world that she has no idea about Bree realised just how little she knew about it because as she flipped the complaint letter along with the report that she received from the lord of the orcs, discovered that the problem the orcs’ territory was facing was neither corruption nor them being in trouble with their neighbours...No, their troubles were something else and that was —-

Lack of hygiene.

She nursed her eyes and picked up the glasses that she hasn’t used ever since she transmigrated to this world, her eyesight was better than the Queen or maybe it was the lack of alcohol that she was not chugging down her throat that she didn’t need it but after reading the letter, she really might need it because there was no way, the lord of the orc’s territory would be asking her for a nymph to clear his ’dirty’ territory right?

However, after she was done reading the letter, Bree realised that the lord of orcs was really serious. He didn’t call her for anything such as taking care of a corrupted minister, no, he wrote this letter because apparently, his territory has gotten dirty to the point that the cleaning workers can no longer manage it. Since his territory was near the river that was one of the leading rivers of the merfolks territory, he couldn’t dump the garbage there either without being issued a letter of going through war because merfolks were so serious about the cleanliness of their territory that they will beat first and ask question later.

Which was why he was asking her to send help with a nymph who will purify their territory without dirtying the territory of the merfolks and stop an impending war, in case he went through the initial plan that he had in his mind.

Bree stared at the letter for two minutes straight before she rolled her eyes and banged her fist on the table with her face covered by the other hand. " Don’t tell me that this was the serious matter Dion was talking about? Does this even make sense?" What was she? The head of the cleaning department that he was sending her this letter of complaint?

But Dion said that this letter was important and the Lord of orcs were one of the few supporters, she couldn’t just leave it alone. " A nymph, that’s all I need right? Then it’s not as difficult as I think, I just need to have a small chat with the nymphs in the bathroom and be done with it."

However, the matter was just as difficult as she thought.

" No, we are not going to do it?" said the nymph who was lazing around in the large hot spring-like bathtub, sighing in contentment.

" And why would you not do it? You do realise that it’s the order of the Queen?"Bree shot back, seriously was it the lack of her swinging her sword around that no one was taking her seriously or what?

The nymph didn’t look like she was scared off by her threat but she did sit up straight and said with all seriousness, "It’s not that I don’t want to do it your majesty but for us to use our powers according to your will, you will have to take the permission of our leader."

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