Chapter 10.1

Lydith the Janitor and Cronaea the Water Nymph (1)

I think I rested for an hour or so.

I woke up feeling good and very refreshed.

I quickly got up from my cozy bed and decided to put my belongings in order.

I kept the clothes in my bag in the empty closet and took the precious metals in the bag and put them in the back of the closet. I don’t think I’ll need them for the time being, but they might come in handy someday.

There is a mirror on the inner door of the closet.

My hair was disheveled from sleep, which gives me an indescribable sex appeal.

The mere fact that a beautiful girl like me has been given the title of cleaning lady adds to my loveliness.

I am pretty to begin with, but at the very least, I am fifty percent prettier.

I can understand why Gilbert-sama wants me to be his cleaning lady.

The sight of me, a pretty girl, kneeling on the floor cleaning must be very tantalizing.

However, I do not intend to be a janitor for Master Gilbert’s sexual pleasure.

Since I have become a janitor, I am a talented and hardworking janitor, and I will be at the top of my game as a janitor.

By the way, I am wearing white now.

It would be foolish to clean in white.

If I imitate Cynthia as Camisile-sama says, she probably cleans in white clothes without changing and says things like “Oh my God, I’m soiled…” Then cries like the dingy snails that are often found on the leaves on rainy days.

Well, I won’t learn from her.

I quickly took off my clothes and changed into a dark brown one-piece with a long hem. Then I put on a pair of large, fluffy drawers over my underwear. I changed into a new pair of socks and slipped into a pair of boots.

I really wish I had a uniform, but I’m not a dirty cleaning lady. I am a cleaning lady, but perfectly lovely.

After a quick hairdo, I left the room.

There was not a single window in the hallway either.

The door to my room is red, and the other doors in the row are all black.

I don’t know how the color coding is done, but all the doors look the same, so it’s easy to tell when they are different colors.

Since I fell down from above, this place might be underground.

It is also simple and easy to understand that those of low status use the lowest room.

There is an old saying that “kings like high places”.

Gilbert-sama seems to like high places too.

The first windowed corridor I saw was dingy.

Sure enough, the corridor where my room is located is also not very clean.

The floor was covered with a thick layer of what looked like slime from a clam, dust was collecting, and it was dark.

The light source in this world must be a mysterious tetrahedron, but there are only a few bright spots in the corridor, and the light is overwhelmingly insufficient.

I wonder if it was intentionally designed to make those of low status mentally ill.

I don’t know much about the status system of the demon tribe, but it’s obvious that if the working class is treated poorly, their production efficiency will decrease.

I just don’t understand why they would make their housing so unsanitary.

Let’s keep in mind that this is, on the whole, a “dirty little castle.”

I crossed my arms and nodded once.

I don’t know how many other cleaning ladies there are, but this is no way to treat a castle where the king lives.

The corridor I saw previously and the corridor I am presently standing on are in this state, which means that there are very few places that are clean.

But then again, … you can’t clean without cleaning supplies, can you? I’m in trouble.

I could not clean this dingy hallway without any tools.

If this hallway is used as a preparation room for the cleaning ladies, there must be a storage room somewhere where they keep their tools.

I decided to open the black doors from one end to the other.

From one end of the hallway to the other, there are nine doors on each side, for a total of eighteen rooms. On my side of the red door are locked rooms and empty rooms with only beds.

On the other side, at the far end, was a storage room. There was a large amount of old cleaning supplies shoved in there, covered in dust.

The room next to it was the water room. At the back of the room is a small square enclosure with a continuous stream of clean water, and several water troughs and other containers stacked on top of each other.

The water in the enclosure does not overflow because there was a drainage ditch under the double saucer. I guessed that dirty water should be drained here.

I filled the bucket with water. Then I grabbed a bag of white powder, probably detergent, and returned to the hallway.

With water, detergent, and a mop, I should be fine. But it will be a hassle if my shoes get wet.

The boots I am wearing are leather shoes, so they are not water-resistant.

Considering what I am about to do, it would be wise to take them off. If my feet and hands get dirty, I can wash them. The hallway is nothing but a small mess and nothing looks dangerous, so I take off my boots and socks and throw them in my room.

Everything is ready.

Let’s start with this hallway at hand.

As for me, I prefer my dwelling to be beautiful.

It is not healthy to open the door and step outside to find it dark, damp, and dirty.

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