"What the hell?" Grey mutters.

He thought that Remilia was a kind and understanding person. She didn't kill him and drink his blood. She didn't make him Flandre's plaything or Sakuya's pincushion. In fact, she provided him a job and a place to stay, which is probably the only reason he is still alive. Perhaps she wasn't as nice as he first thought.

The Armory isn't as big as the Voile Library, at the very least. It is the size of a large warehouse. Various weapons lie in countless racks and crates around the room. It is next to impossible to finish cleaning the place before Remilia gets back. Is this her idea of a joke?

The weapons seem to come from various eras before the 1900s, perhaps it is a collection of some sort? There are some weapons that don't come from Europe, such as a Persian Shamshir and a Japanese Katana and matching Wakizashi. There even seem to be a few firearms of some sort. Grey notes that all the weapons seem to be well-maintained, despite the age.

"If you see anything you can use, you can borrow it," Remilia wrote. Perhaps he can find something useful while cleaning.

He sighs as he looks at the job ahead of him.

[ ] Start cleaning. The room isn't going to clean itself.
[ ] Browse through the weapons. Maybe you can find something you can use.
[ ] Leave the armory. Perhaps you can find something else to do.
[ ] Custom