As usual, Aoi was busy.

Her schedule consisted of cleaning, cooking, laundry, caring for injured slayers, and helping people who needed her assistance.

Yes, it was a lot, but it was the least she could do for the Corps. After all, she was a slayer, having passed the final selection, which she considered pure luck.

Out in the courtyard of the Butterfly Mansion, she hung clothes, bedsheets, and other fabrics to dry.

With a serious expression on her face, she diligently spread out each item, ensuring that all dried properly.

"After this, I'll have to make lunch and prepare medicine for the injured slayers," she reminded herself mentally.