Safalius wiped a bead of golden sweat from his dirt-streaked forehead. He took a deep breath of the fresh, sun-warmed air and smiled with genuine pride. The sweeping stone driveway leading up to the castle was absolutely immaculate.
He had meticulously scrubbed away every last drop of purple monster blood, polished the obsidian tiles until they shined like mirrors, and perfectly wrung out his soapy bucket.
"Sanitation Officer Safalius," Lu Bela's crisp, mechanical voice suddenly chimed from a nearby intercom speaker. "Your exterior cleaning parameters are currently rated as acceptable. The Overlord demands perfection. Maintain your vigilance. A single smudge or speck of unauthorized dirt on these tiles will result in your immediate demotion to scrubbing the kitchen grease traps."
Safalius shuddered violently. The mere thought of the greasy, foul-smelling castle plumbing made his angelic stomach churn.
