Extraordinary – Ordinary – Soap!

"Chavon balls ~, you fluffy beautiful laundry ~. Good day, shiny good feeling ~ ♫"

It's sunny day and it's really laundry day.

I apply soap to the dirt spread over the laundry board and rub it to remove the dirt. It feels really good to be white one after the other, doesn't it?

"Oh, this is“ chavon. ”Do I have to use it?

I was in a good mood and encouraged the laundry, and I sighed when I saw the clothes in my hand. Extensively pale stained it can't be helped by hand washing.

"" Chavon "!

As I chanted toward the stained dirt, fluffy, rainbow shabbon balls gushed out of my dirty clothes.

Under the blue sky, the fluffy seven-colored balls are so beautiful. To the sight I love, I smile unexpectedly.

Because it's so beautiful. My favorite blue sky. My magic floating on it. Chavon balls that get closer and closer to the sky are like jewels, in the light of the sun.

"Come on, all you have to do is dry!

When I held Tarai, whose clean laundry had become a pile, no, I moved from the water field to the sunny laundry dryer. When you hold a heavy tarai, a large castle is a struggle just to get around.

Well, let me introduce myself here.

I am Lucia Arca, sixteen years old.

Chestnut-colored hair to the loosely wavy back with tinted eyes that look too dark and also pitch-black. Average height neither low nor high. It's not meaty or bad. I might just have a little chest, maybe. Even the face is like ten people.

A person dressed in mediocre clothes. That's me, Lucia.

If my eyes were at least a little lighter, I'd know what color they were. I only look black all the time, so I'm applauded for plain sight.

After losing my only family, my mother, the other day, I left the city of Hathaway, where I was accustomed to living with all my heart, went to the king's capital, Artad, with an acquaintance's handout, and am currently taking advantage of my stunts to do laundry work in the royal castle!

Yeah, why are you doing that?

… I have a debt. Your mother's medicine bill.

I even went far on my own to pick herbs to float your medication, but I really don't have enough money. I can't put it on your mother's life and balance, so I can't help but talk about debt, but now that your mother's dead, you've left a debt you can't pay for selling a house you're used to living in, right?

So, you got a living launderer, that's why you're doing it. Aim, debt repayment!

Yeah, yeah, it's that stunt.

Have you ever heard of the magic of “chavon”? Don't you?

I guess so, I've never heard of anyone else either.

It seems kind of awfully special when it comes to mediocre me using my only magic, but there's no such thing as that. This “chavon" is simply magic to serve chavon balls. Can only be used for children's play? Yes, that's what I thought when I was little.

It's very shoddy magic, but it's strange to put this on dirt. It wraps up any dirt and erases it. Then there's no other option than a laundry lady, is there?

That's why I'm being chased to the laundry every day. It's hard work, but I love it because it feels good!

Well, while we were doing that, we arrived at the drying yard. Let's dry this tarai loaded laundry!

I pinch more and more laundry onto a rope stretched slightly higher than my back length. It's a beautiful day, and there's wind. I'm sure it will dry soon.

"You've done your job!

Though spring ahead, the sun is warm.

And I wiped the sweat of my forehead, and stood up with an empty talai. The laundry, which was a pile of five tarai, is now all windy.

"It's your fault, Lucia"

"Mr. Kikka!

Looking back, my colleague Kikka had just come with a pile of tarai.

"I'm sorry about the end of the job, but could you use a" chavon ”for this? I pulled it out a lot, but I'm really good at this now."

Mr. Kikka pulls one shirt out of it as he lowers Tarai to the ground. The light-ink stained shirt looks pretty strong.

"Yes, it's cheap for you!" Chavon "!

Focusing my consciousness on the dirt that could not fall, I cast my magic. The dirt will disappear along with the rising chavon balls, leaving a white shirt in Mr. Kikka's hands.

"Thanks for the help! I'm always sorry. Your magic really helps!

Mr. Kikka smiled and slapped me on the shoulder. “Chavon” is the best magic for a launderer, isn't it? Glad to hear your praise!

"Was Mr. Kikka in charge of the First Knights?

Mr. Kikka, a 30-year veteran of this road, is in charge of laundry for the first squad in the role of Kingsguard among the Knights of Banfield.

The Knights of Banfield is made up of 1st to 5th squadrons, close guards with 1st squadron protecting the royal family, 2nd squadron conducting investigations and negotiations, 3rd and 4th squadrons being guerrilla squadrons, and 5th squadron providing security and security for the King's Capital.

Soldiers stick under the Knights, but only the Knights can ask the launderers of the Royal Castle to do laundry, so our launderers with Knights only wash for fifty of each squad. The royalty's laundry is different. The royal launderers are washing it, so we with the Knights will not take it.

By the way, I'm Hyoko, so I'm usually in charge of the dirtiest Fifth Squad. Nevertheless, the guerrilla squad - also known as the store - the third and fourth squadrons will go out to exorcise the demons, and when they return, they will quickly switch to your charge.

Demon fluids don't fall... that, I wonder. When stained with pale body fluids, soap won't stand a tooth at all.

That's why I used to dispose of the team clothes themselves. They say that the team clothes of the Knights of Banfield are specially designed by the wizards of the Academia for their magical and physical defenses. The knights of other countries wear armor, they say, but the knights of our Banfield kingdom should only wear team uniforms. That's how special it is, so I want to reuse it when I can.

So when I found out that I could be a laundry lady and get rid of the dirt with a "chavon," I was quite pleased. Heh heh, they helped reduce the cost of everything considerably. Even shoddy magic can help!

"That's true. Is Lucia in charge of the store today?

"Yes. Looks like the third squad went out to exorcise the demons, and that's the squad uniform at that time. Although, it wasn't very dirty this time."

"Malaira told me that everything was annihilated this time just by the captain. That's great." The Dragon Killer Hero. "

Malaira, who is a junior samurai, is a friend of Kikka's.

A samurai is what makes a noble lady, but a junior samurai can also be the daughter of a rich common man. I mean, samurai are noble, junior samurai are common people in upstream families, and we who work downstream are submiddle families, it feels like that.

Of course, some junior samurai take an attitude because they are different from us working people, but Mr. Malaira is different. He's a fun guy who loves to chat, even with a similar type of aunt to Mr. Kikka.

"Does that mean that the one with the“ chavon "just now belonged to the hero?"

I recall pale stained squad clothes.

“Hero of the Dragon Killer." That's what they call him, Master Celestino Clementi, Captain of the Third Squad. He said he stabbed a dragon in the stomach during the dragon's exorcism a year ago.

It was a massive crusade composed of the third, fourth and fifth squads, but the strongest creature, the dragon, was just as strong, and everything. At that time, the elite third squadron, the fourth squad, was also hurt, and the fifth squad was devastated, he said.

So the fifth squad I'm in charge of is a newly formed squad of soldiers, right?

"Isn't that right? Hey, if you found out that your young daughters took the very popular" dragon killer hero ”clothes, you're going to be envious of your feverish daughters!

"Really? It's just clothes."

I looked out at the windy laundry, and I snapped my neck. I know you scream at the contents, but clothes are only clothes, right?

"You're a young daughter too... Aren't you in love or something?

Mr. Kikka, such an unfortunate look (Kao), don't!

Even I have someone who thinks it's a little better!