âAll hail magic arts,â I answered with a shrug of my shoulders.
Damsel Scarlet immediately started to tremble, just to suddenly scream, âDonât wanna! If I live in this place, Iâll become unable to ever go back to my old lifestyle!!â
Heeey, wait a sec, youâre showing way too much of your old character.
âYou just need to consider it like a foreigner visiting our country and entering a toilet. The otherworld version of that. Once they go back to their own country, theyâll be faced with the same old inconveniences, but theyâll get used to it right away.â
When I soothed her, she timidly asked me with upturned eyes, ââŠBy the way, assuming Iâd request this, would it be possible?â
âNo. Before we started to live in this mansion after buying it, I repaired it on a fairly large scale. It went almost as far as rebuilding it while thinking of everything, like drainage systems. Back then I had time for that, but now I wonât find such a spare time since Iâm involved in various other things. In the first place, Iâm an adventurer. Once everything is more or less settled, making it possible to leave all the rest to the residents over here, Iâm planning to depart again.â
She dropped her shoulders and became depressed when I clearly turned her down.
But, that wonât change anything. Itâs not like everythingâs done and over with by just building a toilet bowl with streaming water. You must also consider the waterâs destination and its processing, otherwise things will turn really ugly.
In my own mansion I can set my own rules, but since thatâs impossible in the mansion of other people, itâll doubtlessly end in failure.
âIn the other world, filthy water streams through the sewage into a processing plant where it gets purified. Weâve been using that system without being particularly aware of it. ââBut, you see, this world doesnât have anything like that. In other words, you must carry out the sewage processing somewhere in your own mansion. Of course, itâs necessary to maintain that system and you have to clean it regularly so that it doesnât get clogged. You must use the sewage while also understanding the means of how to maintain it. Â I donât know whether the residents of your mansion are capable of that. Thatâs why itâs impossible.â
Albeit still looking dispirited, Damsel Scarlet had apparently understood and nodded her confirmation lightly.
ââŠâŠOkay, I got it. Youâre saying itâs no good if itâs just superficial convenience, right?â
âCorrect. I desire a hygienic life and donât shun any effort for that sake. The residents of this mansion also comply with that. Thatâs why itâs possible over here.â
But thatâs true isnât it? Our residents have come a long way, havenât they? Itâs only comfortable when youâre using it. But, I think at this point, the difficulty and importance of its maintenance has sunken deeply into their minds instead.
Well, my beloved Slirin has been handling the cleaning of the drainage, though.
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Some time passed after this, and when I passed in front of a terrace in the evening, I spotted the Chaudgals drinking orange-flavored water in comfy clothes. It looks like they enjoyed the bath.
ââŠAs I thought, the bath was first rate. I would love to have one of those for our mansion as well, butâŠâ
âUh-huh, itâs definitely magnificent, but preparing that much hot water is quite a chore, you know?â
âYes, indeed⊠Though it would be alright if we could draw it from a hot spring vein.â
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Given that they were holding such a conversation, I drew close and spoke up to them.
âIt looks like you were able to enjoy yourself, and that is all that counts. Dinner will be served in a little while. Please look forward to it. Our cooks are fairly skilled. I am sure it will be to your satisfaction.â
âOh my? It is not going to be made by you, Lady Indra?â Damsel Scarlet asked with her head tilted.
I shook my head, âAt first I made all kinds of dishes together with them while experimenting, but as might be expected, I havenât been doing that these days. Iâd get scolded for stealing the servantsâ work. Although Iâm not even this mansionâs ownerâŠâ
And yet I still got scolded. So, since it canât be helped, Iâm not doing it.
But, in reality, we all have the same standing, you know?
Since theyâd start to cry and become extremely dejected if I told them that, I kept it to myself. For them I might be the true Countess Springcoat. Itâs an illusion or hallucination, but maybe they wonât be able to keep going without that as people who used to be servants of nobility.
Itâs probably because serving a commoner is asking too much.