The strongest swordsman was disappointed with the world's too low level and reincarnated into another world.

I went back to my room after talking to Faraes in the dining room.

Then I spend some time in my room, and then I head for the bath. Everyone else should have already entered in time, so there should be nothing wrong with it.

But I remembered a strange feeling.

Somehow, there are signs from the washroom. I remember this pattern.

Perhaps there's someone there.

I wish I had noticed this before I took my clothes off, but I can't help it.

In the meantime, I'll wrap a towel around my hips and open the door to the washroom.

"Welcome, Mr. Slade"

"... Cretta"

There was a cletta dressed in a towel.

Speaking of which, after Faraes, I think we were talking about bathing with Cretta.

So does that mean I've been waiting?

"Is that it? Mr. Slade, you're just wrapping a towel, right?

"Oh, I see you're in there..."

"Huh? Really?

"I felt something like a sign."

"Signs? That's amazing..."

To my words, Cletta circled her eyes.

You seem surprised that you felt signs.

Speaking of which, I didn't feel that way when I was in Faraes.

Could he have hidden the signs because he's a knight? No, you shouldn't use that technology just because you're in the bath. You must think too much of me.

"I mean, why are you here...?

"You wanted to flush your back..."

Cretta smiles at my words.

I'm surprised you still cared about that.

Nevertheless, it is a bold one.

Almost naked, though I have one towel.

Although it does not extend to Faraes, Cretta also has something inside. My legs and shoulders are out, and those are pretty irritating.

"As a maid, you can't lose to anyone else."

"Oh, really..."

You don't care what's in my heart, and Cretta says that.

Apparently, because of his dedication as a maid, he wants to flush my back.

I don't know what that particular means, but is it important for the maid?

This should be done fast, because I think if I don't make it happen to you, I'm going to say it all the time. I don't like it, so there's nothing particularly wrong with it.

"Then let's ask..."

"Yes, I'll take care of it"

"Oh......"

Cretta was very motivated.

In the meantime, I walk over to Cretta and sit in the chair.

Then the cletter moves out.

"I'll make it beautiful!

Cletta washes my back handily.

Again, he just wanted to wash it and it's good inside.

"Well..."

"Yeah?"

So I heard a strange noise in my ear.

It's like a towel falling on the floor.

Could the towel fall in this situation?

"Hey!?

That's what I'm thinking. Something soft hit my back. No, it's not just soft.

What I can see is that it is the warmth characteristic of human skin.

I mean, this is going to be Cretta's chest.

"K, Cletta, what are you doing?

"Service."

"Service?"

"Yes, made-to-measure, this is the right way to wash it."

To my question, Cletta has said that.

There's no way this wash is made-to-measure right. In the first place, you're calling yourself a service.

"Does it feel good?

"It feels good, it feels good..."

"Well, then there's no problem, is there?

This doesn't make me feel very good.

But it will be a little too late.

I feel pretty bad about boulders, too.

"But..."

"Well, well..."

"Ugh..."

As I was about to say the word, Cretta started moving.

That makes my chest feel more conveyive and amazing.

"K, Cletta, give me a minute..."

"Yes?"

"... Isn't this a boulder, too much?

"Too much......"

"It's so bad, could you stop right now?

To my word, Cletta stops moving.

To a boulder, if you can go on any further, it'll be a big deal.

Before we do that, we have to stop Cretta. Most of all, I don't even feel a little late.

"Really? If that's what Mr. Slade says, let's not do it."

They responded to my persuasion, and Cletta's leaving.

A little bit of a shame, but not now.

Shortly after, I heard the water flowing. Perhaps Cletta wore a bubble on herself.

"Well, shall we flush the bubbles?"

"Huh? Oh, thank you..."

Next thing you know, Cretta's been saying that.

I don't know because I haven't seen the back, but I guess I rolled up a towel and came back.

I want my back flushed, so I'll do you a favor for now.

"Yes, I will."

Cletta sprinkles hot water on my back, the bubbles fall off.

Now that would mean that Cretta's wishes have been fulfilled.

"Thank you, Cretta... Huh?

So, as I thanked him, I looked back.

And I accidentally raised my voice.

Because Cretta, who thought she was hiding her body in a towel, hadn't wrapped anything around it.

In other words, Cretta is naked.

"Come on!"

"Is that it, Mr. Slade?

Holding onto my desire to see it, I turned away.

This is also too irritating inside. It is very dangerous to keep looking directly at it.

"Cletta, why aren't you wrapped in a towel?

"Hehe, this is also a service."

"What?"

"Mr. Slade, it looks like you wanted to see the lady's body, so you offered my body instead"

"... what are you talking about?

To my question, Cletta returned that.

Indeed, it is true that I wanted to see Faraes' breasts. But that wouldn't have anything to do with Cretta being naked or anything.

"Sure I wanted to see it, but that wouldn't make Cretta look naked, would it?

"No, I will. My role is to fulfill my husband's wishes."

"Master...?

Speaking of which, I think Cretta has said that before.

But Cretta's husband is only supposed to be Faraes.

"So Cretta's husband is not Faraes?

"Yes, my lady is my husband too"

"And Faraes?

But Mr. Slade is my husband, too.

But Cletta has said that.

What do I mean by my husband, too?

"Maybe everyone living in this mansion wants to say my husband as well?

"It's not. It's the lady and Mr. Slade who think I'm her husband."

"Yeah? Why, just those two...?

The slightest thought on my mind was also denied by Cretta.

This makes me less and less aware.

Is there anything special about just me and Faraes?

No, Faraes was originally my husband. Does that mean there was something in Cretta that could decide me as my husband?

"I guess Mr. Slade hasn't figured it out yet. But I'm sure you'll find out soon enough, won't you?

"I don't know, no more..."

In the end, Cretta didn't tell me the answer.

Well, I guess I'll just have to look forward to that time because I'll see.

"I mean, how about still showing naked?

"If Mr. Slade doesn't want to see it, I'll roll a towel, though?

"... I'd like to see it, but let's say I want you to wrap a towel around it"

"Really? Then I'll roll the towel."

In the meantime, I decided to have Cretta wrap a towel around it.

It's not a good idea to keep looking at Cretta naked on a boulder. Never, never want to see it.

Me and Cretta's bathing continues.