Is that so? Though the image is important for magic, was there that much of a difference?
… Well, I’ll give it a go since Meat said she’ll clean it if it doesn’t work.
“Excuse me, we’ll do this one.”
“… … … Alright, you have accepted it. The location is the west industrial zone’s blacksmith, don’t get lost. Don’t forget to have the client sign the commission ticket after you have finished.”
The heck, did I do something to Receptionist-san?
She was looking at me with eyes like she saw something incredibly filthy. Even her words were sharp.
Is that it? That I was going to treat Meat more like a slave after all?
At any rate, we went to deal with the commission since we accepted it.
Though the map she showed me was quickly taken back, I didn’t have any problems since I could look at the menu and arrived at the west industrial zone.
It’s invisible to Meat, so I figured other people couldn’t see it. It’d be better to not stand out in public, it would probably look suspicious for a person to look around at nothing in front of them.
The walking that I’d left to the Clothes Golem stopped abruptly. Looks like we arrived at our destination. It’s good we didn’t get lost.
I decided to finish it quickly and pass the commission ticket to the client. The client was a man that felt like an experienced and taciturn artisan.
“… A slave huh. That mean you’ll have the slave there do the cleaning? Pretty small though…”
“I’ll take a look at it first. We more or less accepted the commission together after all.”
“… That so? Over here then.”
Peeking my head into the restroom, it was filled with the unique stench of human waste. Blegh, I feel nauseous.
“It’s fine to vomit, but clean it up yourself. I hired you to clean the stains.”
“… Ah, yeah.”
“Call for me when you’re done.”
The client left quickly. That’s convenient.
“… You okay, Meat?”
“I’m used to this.”
What kind of place where you in? Thinking that, I tried out using [Cleanup].
I specifically pictured bleaching things with a chlorinated detergent.
“[Cleanup]”