Cleaning. Well, it's a challenge for me to get used to having you do it. No, I have a previous life, so I can do it if I want, yeah.

But if you do it in your position, it could touch your mother's scales. Yeah, that's right.

When I look at the prince, I sit deep in my chair. I'm reading a magazine. Maybe I should read a novel, too. But I'm going to the library.

But you can't get there, can you? I looked hard to arm in front of my chest. I wonder what the evil spirits of resentment did.

I felt jealous for some reason that the wind blowing in the curtains made me near parallel to the floor and sway. Do you feel free? I'll stay here for now, too. Let's decide how things go. That's what I thought.