Rosetta-sama, You're Overdoing It! - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Rosetta’s Bath Secret

“Um, Miss.”

“Mmm, just five more minutes.”

“What do you mean five minutes!? Oh, good. I got worried because there was no response.”

“…Huh? Lionetta?”

“Miss, it’s time for dinner.”

Hmm, dinner… Dinner!? It’s already time!?

Huh? Didn’t we have lunch just now? Is it already evening because the crows are cawing? Do we go home when the crows caw?

Well, my stomach is moderately empty, so it’s fine. Let’s have dinner.

I get up from the bed.

What’s with this lethargy? My body feels really heavy.

But I can move. Oh, my MP bar is still mostly red. I left it on, huh. I’m quite impressive to come back from that state. Or rather, wouldn’t this ability dissipate if my magic power ran out? I should be careful.

It seems like this ability gradually decreases when activated, so for now, let’s deactivate it for the sake of magic power recovery.

My magic power recovery rate is low.

I guess I have to awaken my magic steal ability soon. Will it recover by tomorrow?

And probably, it’s because of the low MP that I’m feeling lethargic. I don’t have enough mental strength. Bring me some ginseng. Oh, that replenishes vigor. Not mental strength. Too bad. Even if your vigor is boiling, you’re still single. Ugh!? I’m dealing a great damage to myself!?

After dinner, it’s time to relax in the bath.

I wonder how they heat the bath here.

The bath here. When I used it this morning, there was a bathtub, but there was no place to pour hot water into the tub.
I wondered how they were pouring hot water into the bath, so I asked the maid who came with me, the person responsible for washing my body, and it seems they use magic to fill the water, heat it with fire magic, and adjust the temperature of the bath by timing it.

Why don’t they just start with hot water from the beginning?

When I tried using magic to get hot water, it came out just fine. It’s probably an issue of imagination. Or maybe you need various knowledge and awareness to use magic. Maybe it won’t work as magic unless you complement it with a solid knowledge and understanding of how water turns into hot water.

Thanks to my modern knowledge, I can do it though. There, it’s hot water.

I arrived at the bath and, completely naked, I made a finger gun in front of the huge bath, or rather an open-air bath, and shot hot water into the tub with a “pyoo” sound.

The temperature is around 38 degrees Celsius, a pleasantly warm temperature.

The maid who came with me seemed amazed, as if she were watching a magic trick.

Well, you can do it too.

But it’s no good without soap. Basically, it’s essential oil.

There doesn’t seem to be any clean magic or anything.

If there were, you’d just have to chant one magic spell and it would be clean, right? Clean means hygienic. Since it’s unclear how clean it needs to be, it seems like the magic doesn’t work.

Just removing dirt leaves microbes behind, and if you’re trying to get rid of mites and lice, it’s like purifying living organisms, so it might end up purifying things like hair too. It’s quite difficult.

So, I guess I have no choice but to make soap and wash my body.

Now, how do you make soap again? Um, I vaguely remember making it in the past. I only remember the ingredients. Whether they have those ingredients here is a mystery. How did I make it again?

Milk soap is good, but I don’t know why. I’m longing for body soap.

I can make conditioner though. Or rather, angel hair with oil.

Let’s use something that seems good and make it. All I have to do is squeeze it with a rough cloth. It’s easy, right?

Huh? What’s the difference between essential oil and oil? My hair feels greasy. I need to do something about this soon.

Keeping hair clean is a woman’s fate.

By the way, we did manage sewage properly.

When you pull out the plug in the bath, all the water flows into the sewage and joins the river, then gets discharged into the sea.

The fish also go to the sea together. The fish in the downstream area are dirty. Fishermen eat those.

Oh no, I wonder if the fish that reach this house are also dangerous?

The bath is spacious, so I feel like swimming.

While I’m in the bath, the maid stands there.

She’s just waiting to wash my body and not getting in with me.

I’m sorry about that? But that’s how nobles are. They’re selfish. But I’m not a villainess.

There, freestyle.

Next is breaststroke.

I dared to do butterfly. I was scolded for being indecent, saying “Young lady, that’s improper.”

I reluctantly did backstroke.

Diving and then dolphin kick.

I worked hard in swimming when I was in elementary school.

At first, I couldn’t swim, but a mischievous boy said, “Haha, you can’t swim, you’re lame,” so I tried really hard. Thanks to that, I became first in the class and got an offer from the swimming club.

I wasn’t aiming for swimming, so I declined. The boys couldn’t swim, so gradually they stopped approaching me. Served them right? But I was at the age where I teased the boys I liked, so maybe I got what I deserved!?

I got thoroughly scrubbed by the maid in the bath.

Even the parts I shouldn’t be washed were washed. The soles of my feet are a no-go. I’ll definitely laugh.

That’s a no-no. It’s forbidden. The maid grabs my feet as if it’s her big chance and desperately washes them, with no mercy like she’s avenging her parents. It’s terrible. It’s like bullying the young lady, being bullied by the maid. A sheltered young lady? That doesn’t suit Rosetta at all.