Chapter 10.2

Lydith the Janitor and Cronaea the Water Nymph (2)

When I stepped out onto the hallway, which was made of stone everywhere, my bare feet felt cold and a little squishy.

I sprinkle powdered detergent down the hallway.

The corridor is long, so I decide to go halfway down for the day. From the front of the storage room to my red door is exactly halfway.

There is a staircase at the end of the hallway on the opposite side of the end of the storage room

There doesn’t seem to be any particular iron bars or such fancy equipment, so I will gradually reach the upper floors after I finish this corridor.

When I slid a mop dipped in water over the detergent I had spread on the floor, the bubbles swelled up to the point where it was interesting.

As I stirred them up and down with the long mop, soap bubbles floated softly.

I hadn’t seen soap bubbles since I was a child. Clive used to sit me on his lap and make soap bubbles for me to play with.

I was having so much fun that I just kept on scrubbing the hallway with the bubbles.

I loved the way the dirty hallway regained its original beautiful marble color every time I mopped it.

The marble was supposed to be beautiful, but because it had not been properly maintained, it was only regarded as dirty.

Now that I am here, I will bring them back to their original glory.

The mysterious mucus-like substance disappeared as if it had melted away when water was poured on them.

The stain came off surprisingly easily, and I decided to extend my hand further to the end of the corridor, humming as I scrubbed.

As I hummed and scrubbed along the corridor, I heard a woman’s voice that sounded vaguely seductive.

“Good luck with that, human girl”

“I wish you wouldn’t talk to me, I’m busy.”

I’m in a very good place right now.

The soap powder is so powerful that my feet are covered in foam. It’s funny how smooth and slippery my bare feet are. At the end of the day, I have to pour it all out and wipe it off, but now I have to create more bubbles and turn the whole hallway into a paradise of bubbles.

My bubble paradise will make the dingy hallway beautifully polished and the marble will thank me and weep.

“Hey, you, you there, you heard me!”

“I am Lydith, the cleaning lady, also known as Lydith the Bubble Wizard.”

“What’s a bubble wizard? … Sure, you’re covered in bubbles, but what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m building a bubble empire in a dirty basement.”

I don’t know why, but the woman seems to be angry.

It might be the time of the year when you want to get angry without any reason. It seems that everyone goes through such periods.

According to a book, it is a kind of mental disorder that women always experience in their old years. In other words, it is an illness. She needs to rest.

While I was absorbed in mopping the hallway, a woman’s body suddenly sprang down in front of me.

Literally, it sprouted. It was just like a dictyophora mushroom emerging from a fallen tree after a rain.

“You seem to have come from the human world and are desperate to be liked by Gilbert-sama, but there is no way that he would be interested in a tiny little girl like you,” she said.

She seemed to really want to talk to me, so I had no choice but to stop her.

I had to rub or my bubbly paradise would be squeezed a little more slowly, and I wanted her to finish her business as soon as possible.

The woman seemed to be growing out of the ceiling.

When I lifted my gaze just a little, I saw that her body, which was growing upside down, was a discolored light blue from the breast area down, and was slimy and plush.

The area from the navel down looked like that of a water strider found on the seashore. However, since it has a human upper body attached to it, its size is not comparable to that of the water chestnut nudibranch.

The body, instead of legs, probably has many small suckers attached to the underside.

It seems to be attached to the ceiling with these suckers, and a thick mucus is dripping from the part of the body to which it is attached.

“… hey, honey.”

I found the culprit of the mucus that was sticking to the corridor.

“What is it?”

“I said my name. Even though I’m a cleaning lady, the least you can do is to return the greeting.”

I can’t blame the woman, whose name I don’t even know.

I must first ask her how she can be so comfortable with mucus all over the corridor.

“I am Cronaea the Water Nymph. I’m a candidate for Master Gilbert’s lover….!”

She said, deflecting her chest.

Her breasts were also light blue and plump, resembling the round starry sky jelly that Clive sometimes made for me.

I loved starry sky jelly. And I also liked Clive’s odd behavior of watching me happily eating it, saying it was delicious, and then praying somewhere with a blank expression and tears in his eyes.

I recall, Cronaea was the woman whom Master Gilbert had evaluated as being “undressed or unclothed”. Indeed, it is hard to tell how much is skin and how much is clothing.

Well, perhaps, I am sure that she is nude.

“Nice to meet you, nudist.”

“I’m not nude, I am a venerable water nymph.”

“I thought you were all slippery and slimy.”

“It feels so good when touched, Gilbert-sama often praises it.”

Cronaea said proudly.

I was kind enough to keep quiet about the fact that Gilberto-sama was treating her like a slut.

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