In the end, my tearful outburst was not considered a big deal because I got distracted by Fran's braids and my mood improved, and it was attributed to me crying in my sleep due to a bad dream.
The maids who spend a lot of time with me as my caretakers seemed to be unsatisfied with this conclusion, but they couldn't change the decision of my father who is the head of the household.
Although the cause was not found, they promised to replace the most suspicious bedding and backed down for the time being.
I'm happy that they'll be replacing the bedding that turned black with Moyamoya-san.
As a father, he didn't think that everything could be resolved in a dream, so he instructed the maids to report my condition in more detail for the time being. From that day on, I slept in my father's room with my mother and the three of us.
I didn't have a futon, so that's why.
Although there are no physical or mental problems that I can explain, I have no way to convey this message. I can try to say "I'm okay" in broken language, but they probably won't believe me.
Therefore, for a while, I decided to show a particularly energetic appearance and reassure them. It's unlikely that a one-year-old's fake energy will be doubted.
That being said, I still have to deal with Moyamoya-san.
Above all, the highest priority is to identify the cause and come up with a solution for the Moyamoya accumulation that happened the other day.
If such a tragedy were to happen frequently, I would be too scared to sleep.
However, this is relatively clear.
First of all, the possibility of natural occurrence is low.
Although the principle of Moyamoya-san generation is unknown, if something that has never happened before suddenly occurs, there should be a reason for it.
Normally, there are four to six maids assigned to take care of me, but when I nap, only two of them take care of me. Since my sleeping time is irregular, only the minimum number of people remain while I'm sleeping, and the others take a nap or run errands.
On that day, veteran maid Frenna and apprentice Fran were on duty. Only four people, including maid leader Tetra who was teaching them and me, were present in that place.
The other three except me cannot see Moyamoya-san. Even if there is some attachment, it is unlikely that a large amount will be transported, so it cannot be the cause.
So, the center of the Moyamoya accumulation was me.
This is definitely the source of the problem.
Moyamoya leaked out of me and created a pile of it. Then I woke up and soaked in Moyamoya and cried.
I was unconsciously creating it. I want to dig a hole and bury myself!
However, the same thing hasn't happened in the past year.
So what's different now and before - this is also clear.
It's my broom that was given to me on my birthday.
I had fun cleaning the house because it made it easy to get rid of Moyamoya-san. The amount of Moyamoya-san that I processed in the past few days has increased dramatically.
Considering the situation, I thought that Moyamoya-san, which I thought disappeared by touching it, was actually accumulating inside of me.
I thought I was a magical girl who could purify impurities, but it turns out that I'm a humanoid vacuum cleaner that collects dirt.
And the dust box is myself. What the heck, I feel depressed.
Thinking about it, the reason for the Moyamoya accumulation is obvious - it's me. Moyamoya was seeping out of me and formed a pile, and I cried while soaking in it. It's self-made unconscious play-acting, and I want to dig a hole and bury myself in it!
Anyway, now that I know the cause, let's think about a countermeasure. Thinking about it in detail makes me want to die, so let's just think about the countermeasures for now.
Simply put, if the Moyamoya-san inside me is about to overflow, I can just excrete it, and it won't overflow again. However, I can't use this method right now.
My activity area has expanded as I've grown up, and although I was energetically running around, it turns out that I've been quietly becoming mentally unstable due to the sudden expansion of my world. That's why my mother is worried that it might have led to the recent incident, and I'm currently refraining from going out. It's a misunderstanding, but I blame myself for getting too absorbed in cleaning.
I can't even go for a walk, let alone play cleaning games. I'm only allowed to leave my room during meals and bathing.
Imagine a room piled up with excrement in the corner. Even if there is no smell, something will come into view. It would definitely make you sick.
It's impossible to eat in the dining room or take a bath in the bathroom.
Then, the next step is to seal it to prevent leakage. However, it's easier said than done.
It's not as simple as blocking the obvious body holes like the mouth and nose. When I soaked in the Moyamoya, my whole body was completely black. There wasn't a particular spot where the dirt was concentrated, and the Moyamoya-san didn't soak into my clothes.
Therefore, it's highly likely that it leaks out of my whole body like sweat.
Now that I know that, I looked at my palm to confirm it.
At first glance, there was nothing visible. But I continued to observe it. I stared at it with all my might.
"―――!! Mitaa!"
I could see that it was slightly, ever so slightly leaking out.
The hypothesis was confirmed.
So, I just need to think about a way to seal it.
It's an unreasonable theory, but somehow, I have a feeling that it will work.
It's only leaking out a tiny bit right now. But during a short nap the other day, a large amount of Moyamoya-san spurted out. When I'm asleep, in other words, when I'm relaxed, it's easy to leak.
So, I should be able to do the opposite.
The hint is what I did when I found the leak. Something that wasn't visible became visible when I put in more effort. I can interfere with Moyamoya-san. I squeezed my entire body tightly - it's still leaking. I imagined pushing my body's contents inward - still leaking.
I imagined stiffening my body - still leaking. Then, I imagined covering my entire body with a thin film - and there was no more leaking! "I did it!" I exclaimed in joy, jumping up. The maids let out a scream. Yeah, even when I'm thinking, they're always around. I never get any alone time as the young mistress and child.
But, right now, I was able to jump about 50 centimeters, or so. A baby jumping over half of their height - of course they would scream. Perhaps, this too is because of Moyamoya-san. There are still so many things that I don't understand.