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

I was taking a bath, along with Cretta.

There's a lot going on, and I saw Cretta naked, but I had her wrapped up in a towel, so I shouldn't have seen any more.

"Ah!"

"Yeah?"

In the meantime, Cletta raised her voice.

Something, it's like I remember something. I wonder what it is to remember in this situation.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Slade. I was making a terrible mistake..."

"Yeah? Mistakes? What?"

Apparently, Cretta got something wrong.

But I didn't realize that. Washing my back was very good and doesn't seem particularly wrong. I guess the towel thing isn't a mistake either.

"Normally, you should have washed it off your head, right?

"What?"

"Before your back, if you don't wash your head, the dirt will come off..."

"Yep..."

That's what I was told to question.

Sure, you should wash it off your head, but it shouldn't be that much of a concern.

Apparently, Cletta is obsessed with unexpected things.

"Cretta, you don't have to worry about that. I don't care about that..."

"Oh, really?

"Oh, no problem at all"

From me, that doesn't really matter.

No matter where you wash it from, it doesn't make much difference.

"But then it doesn't fit my feelings"

"Yeah?"

"To apologize, I wash other than my back"

"Huh?"

So Cletta mentioned that.

I think a little bit about the proposal. I feel a little embarrassed, and I wonder exactly how far they wash me.

But I don't think it's a good idea to leave Cretta's proposal undone. Rather than that, I don't feel the cretta breaks. For this reason, I think it's quicker to accept it.

You can say what you can't do, and I'm sure it won't be a problem.

"Okay. Well, thank you very much."

"Yes, I'll take care of it"

Cretta's starting to move in my words.

Looks like he's getting ready to wash.

"Well, let's get you out of your head."

"Oh......"

Cretta's sprinkling hot water on my head.

Right after that, Cletta's hand washes my head.

"Ooh..."

I was impressed with the gesture. It feels so good.

The move, which is bold but delicate, stimulates my head.

The force and movement are comfortable inside.

"What do you say?

"It feels pretty good..."

"Then I'm glad. You were right to learn a lot about these times."

Cretta has said that while washing my head with a familiar hand.

What I was assuming was amazing inside. What is a maid, if she can't even do this, will she not serve?

Simply because Cretta may just be diligent, but it's a lot harder.

"Okay, I'll flush it."

"Oh......"

Cretta sprinkles hot water on my head and flushes the bubbles.

"I'll wipe it."

"Oh."

Plus, Cletta, she takes the towel out of where and wipes my head off.

In the meantime, that's the end of my head. Next thing you know, it's gonna be a problem.

"Well, Mr. Slade. Next, wash your body."

"Cretta, where do you wash by the way?

"Where?"

That's why I decided to ask Cletta.

This is something you need to hear.

There's nothing wrong with me when Cretta washes me. Just in case, I thought we should check that out.

"Of course, everything."

"All...?

"Is there a problem?

"... no"

That's how Cretta answers my question.

I couldn't say anything because I said so confidently.

I'm sure Cretta knows too. Even Cretta shouldn't want to wash it, so I'm sure it won't be a problem.

That's what I thought, so I decided not to stop Cretta in particular.

"Well, I'll wash the front."

"Oh......"

That's why Cretta came before me.

So Cletta gets ready to wash her body.

"... yeah?

Then what's in my eye comes in.

Cretta is a little bent, but that gives her a very good view of the valley of her chest.

I don't think you should see this, but I couldn't do this. My gaze will concentrate in that valley.

"Is that it, Mr. Slade...?

"Oh, no..."

Naturally, I pointed that gaze at him, so he quickly fell apart.

Cretta distorts the edge of her mouth a little to that.

"Have you seen it?

"The..."

"If you want to see it, you can watch it for as much as you want, right?

Today's Cretta seems to be quite a service spirit.

But when you get permission, it's hard to see the other way around.

That's why I distract myself from Cretta's chest.

"Oh, you don't see..."

To that, Cletta looked a little unfortunate.

When you look at me like that, I want to see it. But you can't see it now. More, we have to restrain ourselves.

"That's fine then..."

"Yeah?"

So, Cletta moved. He started painting bubbles on my body.

First, Cletta put her hand on my chest.

"Wow, that's amazing..."

"Huh?"

"I knew you were working out..."

Somehow, Cretta starts praising my body.

I kind of itch a little bit.

"... Huh!?

"Is that it? What's going on?

But Cretta's movements changed.

He started stroking my chest. Besides, they're focusing on what matters.

What the hell are you starting to do?

"Cletta, where are you touching me?

"It's a little prank. Never mind."

"Oh well..."

"Next, you go"

Cretta moves her hand around her belly as she flushes my questions.

Now, they're going to focus on the navel. Would you say this is a prank, too?

"Cretta?"

"No, your stomach is amazing too"

"No, just now..."

"Well, well, never mind"

"No, he said he doesn't care..."

Cletta, keep your hands down.

Is it my intention as a maid to wash it carefully?

"Cletta, give me a minute."

"Yes?"

So I noticed.

That Cretta's trying to get her hands in my towel.

That is where it is difficult for Cletta to wash it. Of course, Cretta should know that.

"You can't do that there."

"Can't you? I'm fine."

"Heh, are you okay...?

"Yes, nothing is wrong"

That's what Cletta gave back to me.

Apparently, Cretta is fine with washing under the towel.

As a maid's job, would you say you're fine? But you can't have a boulder wash you.

"Cretta, I'll wash myself there..."

"Really? You don't have to hesitate..."

"No, not reluctantly..."

"Well, if Mr. Slade says so. I'm going to my feet."

"Oh, oh..."

When I refuse, Cretta moves to her feet as if nothing had happened.

Really, was it okay under the towel? I think about that because I don't care too much. My heart was full of complications.

I don't know anything about today's Cretta. No, don't you always know?

"Mr. Slade, could you give me your leg?

"Oh, this is it?

"Yes, thank you"

So Cletta asked me to wash my body.

Our bath goes on.