Reincarnation Monarch
Lesson one thousand four hundred sixty-nine, clean up.
One.
"... ahhh..."
Gaius groaned with a heartfelt troubled look at the traces of a room once heavily nagging with material.
Then Carla, who rushed with a push knife, also groaned looking at the room.
"... has the ceiling fallen..."
"Oh, this. Then it's just a struggle to clean up the ceiling wreckage..."
The walls are down, too.
"You're down. Like covering a fallen ceiling."
Gaius said in disgust.
But Carla did not condone it.
"I can't help what's broken. Clean up now."
"What!? I'm not the only one, am I?!?"
"Do this all by yourself. It will strengthen you just fine."
"No, no, no, no, no, I can't do it alone!
"It's not impossible. Just do it."
"What about Carla? What about Carla?"
Carla said coldly to Gaius, who asked desperately.
"It will not be your training if I help. So I won't help."
"It's a trick! It's just a hassle to clean up. Wouldn't you!?"
To Gaius, eating down, Carla put her hands on her hips and said arrogantly.
"That's not true. It's for you. That's it! Just do it."
So Gaius groaned, staring at Carla's back as if she had scuffed the bitter bug.
"... what is it for me? Absolutely for you..."
Two.
"... No, I can't do it alone..."
Gaius was on his way to cleaning up the pile of debris one by one, but with too much of it.
"... I knew someone had to help me... but hey, this isn't the only room that's broken, ya!"
When Gaius looked around his neck, there were a number of servants of the Melba family who worked diligently.
"... that's securing a living space first. I don't care what you think about this material..."
Gaius blurred.
"I wish Carla could help me in the first place. Two more than one. Besides, if it was Karla, wouldn't you be able to magically clean it up with Chacha?
So blurry, Gaius noticed.
"... Speaking of which, wasn't there any magic you could use at times like this?
Gaius put down the debris he had and put his arms together to think about it.
And......
"Yeah. No. I don't have a choice, clean up."
Gaius gave up looking for an easy way to lift the debris he had placed once again.