Pastel neatly cleaned up the traces of battle.
She rearranged the tables, chairs, and various tableware that the Corrupted Fairy had scattered with Telekinesis back to their original state.
Because the Fairy patted her belly with a satisfied expression and went to sleep, she had to clean up the mess alone.
Pastel looked down at the last fork with narrowed eyes. She arranged it, precisely matching the horizontal and vertical angles.
Plate, knife, fork.
Perfect horizontal and vertical order.
Clean-Clean!
A proud smile formed on her face.
Prou~d.
With this level of skill, even Lord Demon would admire her cleaning...
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