"Alright, leave it to me! Sheele, clean up the room first." Rita grabbed the cat in front of her and spoke to the two of them, then carried the cat straight toward the bathroom.
"With Rita handling it, there shouldn't be any problems..."
Watching Rita leave with the cat, Durandal relaxed. Trying to bathe Little Black earlier had truly caused quite a commotion.
Then she looked at Sheele, who was preparing to clean the room, and thought of her careless nature. Durandal did not merely stand by... she hurriedly joined in as well.
She could not leave everything to Rita, even though Rita was also "herself."
"Lady Durandal, I can clean up by myself! How could I let you do this?" Sheele hurriedly tried to stop her when she noticed Durandal coming over to help.
In this "home," Durandal was the head of the household. Even Miss Rita's priority was taking care of Lady Durandal, so how could she possibly let Durandal do such things?
If Miss Rita found out, she would definitely scold her.
"It's fine. I wouldn't feel at ease leaving you alone! Talk to me again once you've fixed that careless habit of yours."
Though she said that, Durandal felt that possibility was very slim.
"I..."
Sheele did not know how to respond.
Then, through the joint efforts of Durandal and Sheele...
The house became even messier.
Crash!
Sheele was cleaning the floor with a tool in hand. Perhaps she had not noticed the flowerpot behind her, but she accidentally struck it with what she was holding, knocking it straight to the floor.
It shattered into pieces...
"Ah? What..."
The sound of the flowerpot breaking gave Sheele a fright. When she turned around and looked at the shattered pot on the floor, she had not even