‘What? Did the item fail to activate?’
Flustered, I turned Proper Appearance this way and that.
The one-use item, having fulfilled its purpose, corroded blue before my eyes.
Rusted Bronze Mirror: A rusted hand mirror. Its surface appears to need polishing.
The description had changed, so it had definitely been used.
‘Did it malfunction?’
The plan had gone awry, but we could still reach the True Ending without Proper Appearance.
‘Though it will take far longer than I expected….’
It seemed I had no choice but to proceed as efficiently as possible.
I put away Proper Appearance and looked around.
The cleaners dragged to the mansion were gradually accepting reality.
Having realized that defiance would immediately result in a beam hole through the body, they held their breath and moved only their eyes.
The Cat Butler waved a hand.
Roulette wheels appeared before the cleaners.
“What a collection of creatures dressed in rags. You will show at least the barest courtesy! Only those who meet the minimum standard may enter the mansion.”
Before entering, each cleaner had to spin the roulette three times.
The order was clothing, cleaning tool, then weapon.
Colorful sections of various sizes covered the wheel, and worse items received wider sections.
On the clothing wheel, Clean3’s default tattered jumpsuit, sleepwear,…
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