[Based on the analysis of Miss Ashe's affection level with Master, the probability of you and Master bathing together is 0.001%. Eighty-Six also quietly calculates her own probability of bathing with the master at 0.1% and *proudly states so*]the maid said.
Ashe: "…"
Ashe was speechless.
"So, master really just wants me to... clean myself?"
[Yes. Although I do not possess an olfactory system, judging by the dirt on Miss Ashe's body, you should be quite smelly. For the cleanliness of this household, please make sure to wash thoroughly] Eighty-Six urged in an exaggerated tone.
Ashe: "…"
Ashe was speechless again.
Looking down at her body, Ashe saw her skin, which was grey and dirty – certainly not its natural color. It was covered in accumulated dust and grime. If she scraped her skin with her fingernail, she could peel off a small strip of dirt. For her, bathing was a luxury – they couldn't even afford regular meals, let alone baths.
