A crisp, swishing sound echoed in the hallway.
Sweeping with a broom in hand, Alice cleaned the World Conqueror's HQ as usual, chatting with Hubert, who was tinkering on the opposite side of the wall.
Ever since Ren had adopted her into the group—well, "adopted" in a loose sense—cleaning had become her daily routine. She didn't mind. For someone who had spent who-knows-how-long inside Jibblinplip's stomach, sweeping floors felt like a blessing.
"There aren't a lot of players today as well, huh?" Alice commented while brushing dust into a neat pile.
"They'll get here soon enough." Hubert didn't look up. His eyes were glued to the strange little device in his hand—some kind of dud he was developing, though he seemed to be missing half the parts.
"This forest is like a never-ending maze. No wonder this place is deserted."
