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 doesnât 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 hadnât 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 womanâs voice that sounded vaguely seductive.
âGood luck with that, human girlâ
âI wish you wouldnât talk to me, Iâm busy.â
Iâm in a very good place right now.
The soap powder is so powerful that my feet are covered in foam. Itâs 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.
âHey, you, you there, you heard me!â
âI am Lydith, the cleaning lady, also known as Lydith the Bubble Wizard.â
âWhatâs a bubble wizard? ⌠Sure, youâre covered in bubbles, but what the hell are you doing?â
âIâm building a bubble empire in a dirty basement.â
I donât 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 womanâs 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.
âYou 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,â 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.
â⌠hey, honey.â
I found the culprit of the mucus that was sticking to the corridor.
âWhat is it?â
âI said my name. Even though Iâm a cleaning lady, the least you can do is to return the greeting.â
I canât blame the woman, whose name I donât even know.
I must first ask her how she can be so comfortable with mucus all over the corridor.
âI am Cronaea the Water Nymph. Iâm a candidate for Master Gilbertâs loverâŚ.!â
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 Cliveâs 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 âundressed or unclothedâ. Indeed, it is hard to tell how much is skin and how much is clothing.
Well, perhaps, I am sure that she is nude.
âNice to meet you, nudist.â
âIâm not nude, I am a venerable water nymph.â
âI thought you were all slippery and slimy.â
âIt feels so good when touched, Gilbert-sama often praises it.â
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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