While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

"Wow! Exploration, exploration!

Farfa had already gone up the stairs to the second floor.

A little late, Sharsha gets there too.

And Farfa opened the nearest upstairs door.

I lost my temper on the spot.

"Wow... wow... wow..."

Sharsha, on the other hand, is a little more tearful and stands up.

"Duh, what's wrong!? Something I shouldn't have seen!?

I don't think so, but it's a demonic mansion, and I hope it's not atrocious... There's no such thing as a line of skewered humans or a splatter development...

I'm running to the two of you, too.

So what I saw was a room of abandoned whites with spiders and dust.

I don't care what you think. It's not the environment where people live. On the contrary, any being would not have stepped into this room once in fifty years.

"Isn't this Belzebub's mansion...? What's going on...?

Speaking of which, the upstairs floor is pretty dusty too. The footprints they had been running on were firmly followed. It's like we're treading a snowy path...

"I could have been seen..."

He had the face that Belzebub, who had caught up with him, had noticed.

"There's too much you want me to explain, but you can tell me, right?

Belzebub is also small and nods kookly.

"First of all, this mansion is definitely a scuffy possession."

So you're not lying there. The problem is this upstairs misery.

"But it's too big to manage, so we just live in some of the spaces on the ground floor... He hasn't stepped in since upstairs!

Mystery solved. I also found out why I looked so subtle when I said I wanted to come to the mansion. There's no room for guests, and I can't show you a white room like this...

Even on the ground floor, by the way, the rooms we had not yet been guided to were similar.

When I opened the door to the room where things were coming from...

"Ugh, the dust is too strong...... Give me a break already..."

"It's almost time for a break, Varnia, so be patient...... I'm tough too..."

Fatra and Varnia, the Leviathan sisters in masks, were in a bad fight in the room!

When I opened the other room, Mr. Bussler was diligently wiping the floor and walls around you.

"Compared to the days I wore out in training, there's just room for a rain storm to sweep through. It's a rear charge!

You're doing a lot over here. Martial arts are also manual labor, so I guess they have affinity.

After that, I asked Belzebub a little more about it, but he said the mansion wasn't from the Belzebub clan generation or anything, it was given to him when Belzebub became agricultural minister.

"You weren't a nobleman."

"Instead, you came out as a bureaucrat, so you didn't automatically become a nobleman... Both parents are common people... I kept my mouth shut because I was embarrassed. Sorry........."

"But the name Belzebub is your real name, right? It seems strong."

"Even humans give the names of saints to common people, right?

Oh, really, that's right. There was no woman around the world by the name of Maria, was there?

Belzebub is what you call a rise. I guess I couldn't reveal it now before I was playing the majestic character.

So, it seems that Belzebub, who got the mansion, didn't really know how to live in luxury, and chose the path to live only as far as he could without hiring any maids or deacons.

When I was in Japan doing livestock, I wanted to live in a big house, but you have limits. Can't you handle it when you get a building that isn't in your height?

I just had a strangely hot, bitter feeling while I was listening to Belzebub explain.

Turning to the hot and painful, there was Lycra.

"Dear Azsa, don't you think it's a waste of time that you're such a big, splendid building that you're not making the most of it?

Ooh, this is like waking up to something...

"Let us clean this mansion!

After all, that's what I said! I'm so serious!

But I was feeling subtle.

Anyway, helping clean a normal house is not a dimension. Because it is a mansion, the number of rooms is also very high. It's like water on a burning stone even if you do it a little bit......

"Hey, Lycra. I don't decide to help out with as many empty rooms on the ground floor as I do here......? If you do it thoroughly, it will take you a week to make a mild estimate..."

Nothing. Belzebub lives fine in his current living space, and that would be fine.

"Dear Azsa, this is my secret trick ant. I'll try to turn the mansion into a calm place in a short time."

Can you do that? But Lycra's expression is full of confidence.

Lycra pointed her finger at Biscuit Flattorte.

"Flattorte, it's a battle with cleaning!

Now we know what the secret means. So you burn the flattorte and game the cleaning itself against each other.

But one way or the other, it's a sloppy flatltee, and you're not gonna get on anything like a cleaning showdown.

"I'll do it! I'm gonna win every confrontation I have with you! That's Lady Flattorte's pride!

Light, they're putting me on!

I felt Lycra laughing black for just a moment.

You just thought something like, "This guy, you're stupid". Lycra may have learned how to maneuver the Flattorte.

I wanted Lycra to remain innocent without dirt if possible, but if she lived long enough, would she also know how to live the world? Neither can that be called growth. Be strong.

"Shall we take dinner time as a time limit for now? Until then, it's better to clean up a wider range."

"All right! I got it! This Flattorte will blow away all the dust, spider nests and equipment!

"No, don't break the equipment......? This is Mr. Belzebub's house...? Please be polite there......?

Lycra was more in a hurry, putting limits on it. Flattorte is cluttered, even if it has momentum, so if you don't say no around it, the mansion could simply be destroyed.

Anyway, it was decided that there would be an "operation to concentrate and clean in a short time in a cleaning confrontation".