22 Magical Girl Finishes Tidying

Author: Kumanano
Raw: https://ncode.syosetu.com/n7313mj/22/
Translator: Lilia v4
Editor: Yuriko AYA

The room gets tidied smoothly.
While I’m tidying the room, there’s a wooden box on the floor, and I think it’s not good to open a box on my own, but I can’t tidy unless I check what’s inside, so I open the lid and check.

“Gems?”

There were things like gems in the box.
But they’re large for gems.
Even the small ones are about the size of my pinky nail.
The large ones are about two thumbs.
Even I, who don’t know much about gems, can tell gems this big would have value.
It’s not glass, right?
It doesn’t look like glass.
…I arrive at something.
I remember the light that was on the ceiling.
Don’t tell me these are magic stones?
I’d only ever seen them in games and manga, but the real thing is like this.
I wonder which has more value, gems or these?
Are they hard?
I try touching them, but I can’t tell.
I’m a little curious, but I decide to ask Sarche about the magic stones later, and leave them on the desk that was in the room.
Incidentally, huge amounts of magic stones came out from here and there.

The inside of the room is tidied, and I use wind magic and water magic to clean it to the corners.
For the walls too I put out water balls, put a little detergent in those water balls, stick the water balls to the walls, and spin them as they move.
Like a washing machine, the walls and floor get clean.
In exchange, the water balls get dirty.
I throw the dirty water out the window.
I made sure there was no one below before I dumped it.
It would be a disaster if it fell on Kumayuru and Kumakyuu.

Once the room is clean, I make a somewhat large bed so I can sleep with cub-form Kumayuru and Kumakyuu.
The Extra-dimensional Box has the bed I used in the original world too. But if I sleep with cub-form Kumayuru and Kumakyuu it’s a little narrow.
I mean, it’s a child’s bed.
Dad said when I became a middle schooler we’d buy a larger bed, but that didn’t come true.
I switch my feelings.
The room is wider than I thought, but there’s nothing to put in the room.
And I don’t know how long I’ll be here.
So I write it off as a place to sleep, and made the bed large.
Even with Kumayuru and Kumakyuu, I can sleep plenty.
But there’s a problem.

“I made a bed, but there’s no futon.”

I can’t make a futon with magic, of course.
So I use ones that were in the house.
It’s a little small, but that can’t be helped.
I look at the blanket I took out with it.
When I was running from the Cat God and the magical girls, I wrapped up in this blanket with Kumayuru and Kumakyuu and hid.
I used it in the forest, so it’s dirty.

“I’ll wash the blanket too.”

Having something I’m used to using makes me feel a little safer.
It’s also a memory of Dad buying it for me.
At that time I stuffed a pillow in with it too, so there’s a pillow.
Next to that pillow there’s also a stuffed bear.
It’s a stuffed bear Mom and Dad bought me as a birthday present.
Dad said Mom picked it out.
I give the stuffed bear’s head a light pat-pat, and continue tidying the room.
The shelves, desk, and chairs that were in the room I use as they are.
Maybe this room was a sort of archive room.
Then it overflowed with things, she couldn’t read books in this room anymore, and the books scattered to her own room and the floor below.

“This should be about enough.”

There’s only the bare minimum, but this is plenty.
Having finished tidying the room, I go check on Sarche.

“Are you three done tidying?”

There’s no one outside, so I peek into the archive.
In the archive, Sarche is sleeping, clinging to Kumayuru and Kumakyuu.
All three of them look comfortable asleep.
But the archive is neatly tidied.
They finished, got tired, and fell asleep, it seems.
But it isn’t finished.

“All three of you, get up!”

At my voice, the three of them sit up.

“Yuna?”
“Kuuun.”
“If it’s the tidying, we’re done.”
“Kuuun.”

The three of them look around the room.
Yep, it’s clean.
Not a single book is on the floor. They’re properly put away on the bookshelves.

“Yep, good work. But next door isn’t done.”

In front of the warehouse are the things that were in my room, and unused tools from other rooms, carried over.
They only carried them to the hut.
In other words, it isn’t tidied.

“I don’t know what to do with them, so it won’t be done unless you tidy them, Sarche. I’ll help too.”
“Nnh, all right.”

Sarche starts walking toward the warehouse next door.
Seeing that, I call to Kumayuru and Kumakyuu.

“Kumayuru, Kumakyuu, you help too.”
“Kuuun.”

We tidy the warehouse.
Thanks to doing it with four people, it finishes quickly.

“It’s doooone.”
“Good work.”
“Yuna, you’re particular, aren’t you.”
“Mom died when I was little, and Dad was busy with work, so I sort of ended up doing the housework. Maybe that’s why.”

I don’t think I’m particular, or anything.
I just put away trash, and put things where they originally belong.
If you put them in a random place, later you won’t know where you put them, and it becomes a disaster.

“You’re just like a mother.”

…If that’s so, I think I’d be glad.

“Well then, I’ll get dinner ready, so Sarche, you take a bath? Or a shower, and rest.”

This house has no bath. There’s only a shower.
As a Japanese person, I want a tub.

“You’re still working?”
“That’s my job.”

I head for the kitchen and make dinner.
And Sarche, coming out of the shower, sits in a chair with a refreshed look, and eats the food I made as if it’s delicious.
Until a little while ago I was making it for Dad, and now I’m making it for a woman who lives in another world. It’s strange.

There was something I was curious about, so when we finish dinner and I finish putting things away, I ask Sarche.

“This was in the room.”

I carry the box of pretty stones I’d left at the edge of the first floor onto the table.

“Magic stones. So they were there.”

So they really were magic stones.

“Magic stones are stones with mana in them?”

They’re mysterious stones that appear in other-world works.
In the setting, they often have mana packed into them.

“Yes, that’s right.”
“Stones that put out water, or fire, or light?”
“That’s correct. Were there magic stones in Yuna’s world too?”
“No, there weren’t in my world. They were only things in imagination.”
“They don’t exist, but you imagine them?”

I think other-world manga and novels and anime are almost all made from fantasy and imagination.

“Um, I don’t know since when, but I think people who write created works thought it might be interesting if there were things like this, and made them up.”

They appear in games and manga, but I don’t know since when they started appearing.
I think they’ve existed since long before I was born.
So from when I was little, even when they appeared in games, or I read manga, it was only at the level of “so they exist in this world,” and I never paid it any mind.