C4— The Marquis’ Daughter Who Was Called the Great Mage – The World Is Dirty, so I Was Just Cleaning It Up…

Chapter 4: Lint Roller

About half a year had passed.

Recently, I’d been enjoying communicating with the maids.

As my vision improved and I became able to recognize people’s faces, I noticed that the servants were dressed in maid uniforms. Maids really are nice, aren’t they?

Of course, I still couldn’t form words yet, but I could respond with clumsy sounds and expressions.

Because my mother often spoke to me, I did my best to respond to her, and before long, the maids began talking to me as well. Mother seemed busy and couldn’t come often, so the maids became my primary conversation partners.

There were basically six maids who came in and out of my room.

Whenever I called out to them, they would always answer me in some way. Neither Mother nor the maids probably thought that I truly understood what they were saying, but bit by bit, I was learning words.

When Mother called me “Leti,” I was pretty sure it was my nickname.

The maids, however, didn’t use my name. Instead, they called me “Froi.” Probably something like “young lady.”

The morning greeting was “Kutak,” and for saying goodnight, it was “Kuushraf.”

I couldn’t pronounce all of it yet, but one night, when I just said “kuu” to Mother as my bedtime greeting, she was absolutely delighted. Father, who rarely ever showed his face, even came to celebrate—but I’m sorry, I just wanted to sleep.

Once my speech became more stable, it seemed possible that I could start talking and pretend to be a child prodigy. But if I kept growing, I’d just turn into an ordinary child eventually, which was a bit of a dilemma.

Still, keeping secrets was a hassle too.

Meanwhile, as I grew, I gradually became able to move more.

Not only could I kick my arms and legs around, but I finally learned to roll over.

I worked really hard on that.

Honestly, I’d never expected rolling over to be so difficult.

My body just wouldn’t move the way I wanted it to.

I found myself amazed at how, in my previous life, I’d performed such complex movements—without even thinking about it.

Once my neck grew strong enough to hold my head up, the world I could see suddenly expanded. From that time on, I kept practicing rolling over onto my back. At first, I tried tracing the movements from my past life, but I didn’t have enough muscle strength or joint flexibility. Days went by where I couldn’t imitate it at all. Above all, my head was just too heavy.

Even so, I absolutely wanted to master rolling over.

Because—I wanted to clean up the Moya-Moya things!

If my arms were too short to reach them, then I figured I could just use my entire body like a mop.

It was a stroke of genius, and I was determined to try it out.

I still didn’t know exactly what the Moya-Moya things were, but whenever I touched them, they disappeared for some reason.

They seemed different from the kind of dirt I knew.

They might not even be something you could simply call “dirt.” But just having that black haze drifting into my vision made me uncomfortable.

Someday, I wanted to figure out what they were, where they went after disappearing—but for now, it was enough if the space around me stayed clean.

And finally—the day arrived!

I scooted my body toward the headboard and stretched my arms above my head, keeping my whole body taut.

Then I rolled all at once toward the foot of the bed.

This was the ultimate, classic tool for achieving a clean and comfortable living space!

It didn’t go quite as smoothly as I’d imagined, but my goal was to make my living area pleasant, so it was fine.

Just as I’d expected, the Moya-Moya vanished from wherever I passed. I felt like a living lint roller.

“―――! ―――!!”

While I was gleefully pretending to be a cleaning tool, one of the maids shrieked and scooped me up into her arms.

The bed I slept in wasn’t a baby crib, but something like a king-sized bed, draped with a luxurious canopy. It was far too spacious for a baby, so there were no safety rails.

Having six maids assigned to look after one child was probably also for the sake of my safety. After all, they even took shifts staying awake through the night.

Still, if I was rolling enthusiastically toward the edge of the bed, of course they’d scream. I’m sorry.

But at least my bed was clean.

Tonight, I felt like I’d sleep soundly.