The trash had come to the mansion.

I looked at Ruin, holding a broom and dustpan. With this size, could I sweep it all up? After reevaluating the estimate, I flicked the broom.

“It seems like I can sweep it up.”

Upon hearing the silent threat, Ruin skeptically questioned.

“What’s this?”

“Cleaning tools.”

“Why are you holding them?”

“To clean.”

Ruin, who was quick-witted, clenched his fist and glared at me, but his threat didn’t work on me, who was armed with a broom.

After all, the broom was the nemesis …