The plan to secretly roll up Moyamoya-san and throw him away like a piece of shit failed.
Continuing with alchemy, creating something more valuable than a jewel out of nothing, could lead to being captured as a rare creature.
However, there was another benefit.
If Moyamoya-san was compressed inside the body without being released, there would be room for more absorption.
However, this was only a temporary solution.
If the limit is reached while compressed inside the body, it will surely overflow like a black fountain. We need to figure out how to release it before such a catastrophic and grotesque scene occurs.
There is a potential solution that might work.
It involves pushing my excess Moyamoya-san onto someone else.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who can absorb Moyamoya-san.
During the crying frenzy, Fran's pigtails swished around and swept away some of the Moyamoya, and upon closer examination, the maid who was checking the bedding left white handprints where she touched it.
Besides, even if clothes were dirty, there were no examples of Moyamoya-san sticking to bare skin like hands or face. Even the maids who were covered in Moyamoya-san from crying were still clean.
Moyamoya-san seems to stick everywhere. Even if it's invisible, I think everyone is unconsciously absorbing it.
So, if we hold hands, we should be able to move Moyamoya-san. But I'm not excited about it.
It feels like pushing garbage onto someone else.
Even though I felt bad for the maids who got covered in Moyamoya-san during the crying frenzy, it's different to involve them in this.
So, I decided to try moving it to something else.
First, I took a toy ball with a bell inside. It becomes like a bead when Moyamoya-san is compressed inside it. Although it's ignoring the laws of physics from the past life, when Moyamoya-san is compressed, it becomes a substance. If that's the case, maybe we can interfere with the substance.
Although there is some wishful thinking, it doesn't hurt to try.
I squeezed my excess Moyamoya-san into the toy ball in my right hand with force.
I restrained the compression to a certain extent. If I make it too solid, it might turn into a bead before I move it.
I imagined squeezing the Moyamoya-san I gathered in my right hand into the toy ball.
...I think it worked well.
However, the Moyamoya-san quickly stopped going into the toy ball.
Maybe the toy was too small?
I didn't feel like I lost much Moyamoya-san inside my body.
At times like this, I wish there was a standard for appraisal like in light novels.
The toy ball did not become hard, and there was no change in appearance, so I didn't feel the effects.
Let's try with something a bit larger.
I moved quickly on all fours and pushed the Moyamoya-san into the closet with both hands.
Ah, this time I feel like there's a slight decrease.
Presumably, the capacity of Moyamoya-san is determined by the size of the object being moved to.
Unfortunately, I didn't feel like I lost as much as I did when I made the bead, but there were plenty of things to move it to.
I immediately began cramming things into the room, including the chest, bed, table, sofa, window, wall, and floor.
Furniture containing Moyamoya-san didn't become dark or discolored. After all, Moyamoya-san, which was compressed outside the body, didn't seem to have color.
I was relieved that there was no frosted glass because if there had been, it would have been hard to tell if there were any Moya-Moya clinging to it or not.
After checking every corner of the room, I finally found a good amount of Moya-Moya stuck to the curtains. I was pleased with my find, and carefully peeled the Moya-Moya off the fabric, making sure not to damage the curtains.
As I collected the Moya-Moya into a small container, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was my mission, and I was succeeding at it. I could now rest easy knowing that I had enough Moya-Moya to last me for a while.
But as I turned to leave, I noticed something odd about the window. There was a small, hand-shaped smear on the glass, as if someone had pressed their palm against it. And in that smear, I could see the faint outline of a face.
My heart racing, I quickly wiped the glass clean and checked the latch to make sure the window was securely locked. Who had been watching me? And how long had they been there?
As I sat down to catch my breath, I realized that my obsession with the Moya-Moya had blinded me to the dangers that lay around me. I needed to be more careful from now on, and always be on the lookout for potential threats. But for now, I was just glad to have my precious Moya-Moya safe and sound.
I went to bed that night with a sense of contentment, knowing that my Moya-Moya was secure and that I had discovered a way to prevent its unsightly stains. However, the next morning, I made an unexpected and joyful discovery. Despite cleaning the previous day, there were hardly any signs of Moya-Moya residue.
I pondered the differences between the clean and stained areas and soon realized that it was due to the Moya-Moya transfer. Upon examination of the item I had used to transfer the Moya-Moya, I noticed that it had not absorbed any of the stain. It was as if the Moya-Moya had crystallized inside it, changing its properties.
My process of removing Moya-Moya dirt and absorbing it into a condensed form seemed to work wonders. With this knowledge, I wanted to spread this technique throughout my living space. Unfortunately, I had just used up all of my Moya-Moya, and I needed to restock.
"Franne-chan, let's go clean!" I exclaimed with excitement, momentarily forgetting the current situation of staying home. However, I soon remembered the increased surveillance on Moya-Moya manipulation and realized that I couldn't act on my whims. It was a shame, but I would have to wait for the right opportunity to acquire more Moya-Moya.