By imagining myself putting on a rubber suit while exerting full force throughout my body, I was able to prevent any more leakages from Moyamoya-san.
I don't know if I can maintain this during sleep, but when I woke up in the morning, the area around me was clean, so I'm sure it worked.
As a side effect, I feel like I have more energy, but so far there doesn't seem to be any harm.
Anyway, I've solved one problem with this.
However, this is just a temporary solution.
If I gather Moyamoya-san again, it will overflow once more.
Since Moyamoya-san itself doesn't seem to be harmful, I could just leave it alone, but personally, I can't do that.
I can't live in a place where black dirt is floating around.
In other words, the only option is to dispose of it somewhere.
Thinking of a place to dispose of waste, the first thing that came to mind was the toilet.
But Moyamoya-san doesn't flush down with water. So if I dispose of it in the toilet, it will just stay there forever. That's definitely not an option.
Also, since I'm still in my diaper phase, I don't have any business going to the toilet yet.
I can't think of anywhere else except outside, but I still have some resistance to doing it in the garden. If I go beyond the garden, I've actually never been there.
After all, our garden is very large. It has a garden, a flower bed, a pond, and a river flowing through it. This is as far as I can move, but I've heard there's also a greenhouse, a farm, an herb garden, a stable, and a training ground.
I can't imagine being able to reach the outside of the garden.
I've abandoned the disposal plan secretly for now.
As for the second plan, I'm not really feeling it.
It's called the "Poop Out" plan - why did I come up with such a name, I wonder.
I wanted to pretend like it never happened like a maiden.
In short, the plan is to roll it up tightly when disposing of it and do it secretly.
In fact, when I realized that I could prevent leakage by imagining the rubber suit, I was confident that I would succeed. It's because I have a common point in moving Moyamoya-san inside me.
I don't understand the logic, but once you get the hang of it, it's very easy to mold Moyamoya-san.
When I grip my right hand, I put all my strength into it.
I imagine everything inside my body gathering in my hand.
I imagine the gathered material forming into a ball.
Then, I imagine the hardened material coming out - and it's done!
It's much more exhausting than preventing leakage. Probably, the more I imagine it, the more fatigue I feel.
With the stamina of a baby, it's probably difficult to repeat it too many times. It was close, but this time it was definitely a success. I feel like the Moyamoya-san inside my body has decreased significantly.
And then, it rolls away.
The proof of success falls from my hand.
"...What is this?"
Originally, Moyamoya-san was not understood, and when it leaked out, it was like mud or tar. So, I thought it would form into a black mud ball or charcoal-like lump.
What actually came out was a small, transparent bead, like a marble.
I don't understand.
Where did the black color go?
Who could have imagined that it would no longer be Moyamoya-san once it was solidified?
I carefully pick it up. Its surface is polished smooth, and inside, seven colors of light dance and twirl. If I don't think about what it's made of, I could just admire how pretty it is.
But now I can't be alone. Everyone who takes care of me is gathered around, their eyes fixed on my right hand, where the little sphere that I intended to secretly throw away lies.
"Woah, it's so pretty! Letty, what is it?"
The first to break the silence is Fran, showing innocent interest in the seemingly pretty glass ball.
What?! Can they see it? But the miasma isn't visible, right? Is it the color? If it's not black, can they see it?
What's going on inside of me!?
I'm panicking, but it's not just me who's confused. Everyone else except for Fran is frozen, unable to move.
The head maid comes to her senses first and orders the others not to leave the room, then rushes out in a hurry.
Of course, it causes a commotion. Unfortunately, there were some words in their conversations that I didn't recognize, so I can't fully grasp the situation. From what I could gather, the ball that I made seems to be an extremely valuable item. ...And the raw material for it is the miasma?
"Letty, can you tell us where you found this?"
"I don't know!"
I answer all of their questions that way, which is the only answer I have. Actually, I don't fully understand what happened, and my current vocabulary is not enough to explain it.
Most importantly, I can't say that I turned excrement into something valuable. I would never boast about that.
In the end, we are all sworn to secrecy, and the incident is treated as if it never happened. The glass ball is apparently so precious that it should not even exist in a wealthy household like ours, so it is to be presented to the appropriate authorities.
It's so important that I am now a suspect, but there are too many things I don't understand, so I can't hold back.