Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World - Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World chapter 64

64: Is Rex Your Mom?

By the way, my relationship with Martin still continues, and we occasionally visit each other’s homes.

When Martin comes to my house, we simply hang out and chat aimlessly. We order takeout or go to a family restaurant. There’s no specific topic or purpose.

Nevertheless, we open up and have meaningless conversations.

However, when I go to Martin’s house, there’s no time for conversation.

“Rex’s mom, help me!”

Whenever I receive such a rescue request, I go to Martin’s house.

I gather various “weapons” along the way and, in front of his door, I say:

“It’s Rex. I’m here to clean.”

“Mom!”

Martin hugs me like a young child or a pet.

I let the momentum carry Martin and throw him aside. Then, I put on a mask, gloves, a bandana, and goggles, and enter the house while checking the weight of the bucket filled with detergent and cleaning tools.

Martin’s house is dirty.

I take the detergent and cleaning tools with me each time because if I leave them at Martin’s house, I won’t know where he keeps them since he never uses them. I replenish them along the way if necessary.

As a result, besides my own cleaning tools at home, I also have separate sets for “Martin’s house” and “Karina’s house.”

Today, I am the taskmaster. I kindly address Martin, who keeps hurting his back by bumping into the fall prevention fence. Ha ha ha! Martin, you’re such a perfect pile of garbage (metaphor) that suits you! The shit you’ve been spewing from your mouth is clogging the drain, and the water won’t flow! Tell me, how did you manage to make it this dirty in just three months?

I throw the work gloves at Martin just as he starts spewing shit from his mouth.

First, let’s start by clearing the stuff so that we can see the floor! Martin, private second class, separate this pile of garbage into “burnable” and “non-burnable”! Don’t let anything you want to keep remain! But you know what? Anything you hesitate to keep for more than ten seconds is usually something you don’t need, so get rid of it!

Martin salutes and says, “Yes, sir!”

We can’t continue if our rapport isn’t good. And without good rapport, I would stop and question why I’m cleaning my childhood friend’s house. Am I the heroine or something? So, rapport is important.

We clean the room with high spirits.

Before we know it, we have filled three or four garbage bags, cleared the clogged drain, and restored the cream color of the bathtub, which was covered in soap scum.

A large pile of manga magazines that had been tied up on the gas stove finally revealed the stove’s appearance. It was around this time that we took a break and went out to eat.

When Martin comes to clean, it’s his rule to treat me. “Thanks for everything, Rex’s mom,” everyone treats me like a mother… The image I hold of ‘mom’ and the image everyone else holds are quite different.

My mom, after becoming a full-time housewife (I think we were dual-income until I was in elementary or middle school), does the housework. The house has never been a mess. But if you ask if there was an image of her doing housework so diligently, that’s not the case. It seemed like she spent a lot of time leisurely pursuing hobbies, that’s my ‘mom’.

A ‘mom’ should be free and ought to be rewarded. A mask-wearing man who comes to clean someone else’s house while role-playing as a drill sergeant is not a mom…

“When I graduate from university, become a working adult, get married… come clean like this…”

Martin… just die…

We confirmed our friendship and had a meal.

When we returned, should we finally start cleaning the floor that had become visible—