Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Waiting for me back at the mansion was a shock word.

"Dear Brow's instructions have limited the amount of meals available to you. As before, it no longer comes true to serve as much as it asks. Forgive me, but don't worry. As long as you live in our hotel, we will provide meals in the morning, noon and evening. The cook will provide it with his arms, so the customer is sure to be satisfied."

Interpretation, we'll eat less, OK?

It's not OK!

Sure, the food here is delicious.

But I need the quantity!

How can we keep our splits if we eat less!

Kuh, my God.

As it were, I would starve to death.

You want me to tailor myself to the proper demons and feed them?

No, I can't let the hidden lurker do that.

Besides, if I start hunting demons in earnest, the ecosystem goes crazy.

The Elroe Labyrinth ecosystem has changed considerably because of me.

It could destroy the creation of a system where demons attack people.

When that happens, do we let the split be maintained by hunting insects and small animals at the very least?

I don't want to do that either, but I can't replace my belly on my back.

All you have to do is ask the brawling one to withdraw that instruction and return it to its original dietary volume.

Brow, you mean that chimp earlier, right?

Being able to give instructions means that the main part of this mansion is on edge.

Was it Baltic brothers or something, as expected?

The Demons sometimes don't match their appearance and age, and maybe their sons don't have a line.

Well, Brow, I don't care who you are.

He did something he shouldn't have done.

I've often told you that I'm not afraid of God to take away rice.

I have to tell you that food grudges are horrible.

Though, I'm not wrong about what he said either.

From that guy's perspective, I'm no different than a free meal eater.

I'm aware that I ate too much while I was eating.

I don't have a choice.

Akane eats a lot to feed my son, who has too many.

Because I'm a guest, even if the quantity is reduced, it doesn't seem like they're going to kick me out of the mansion or keep me from serving meals.

Does the chimp know I'm an associate of the Demon King?

If I knew, I wouldn't seem to do this, but what do you think?

At least this time it's a dictatorship of chimps, and I guess you haven't spoken to Baltic.

Baltic, I was really freaking out for both me and the Demon King.

You don't have the guts to go against me for such a small thing.

Then the quickest solution is to appeal directly to Baltic.

I think I can get it back to its original diet.

But doing that is going to make my chimp's eyes look tough.

Somehow, but, yeah, the type seems to be strong anti-bone spirits against the powerful or something.

Prejudice, maybe.

When I rely on Baltic, I may be seen like a parasite mesmerized by the powerful.

That's a pain in the ass.

Here's how I want to make a dignified meal request after letting that chimp say gaffy.

Then I have no choice.

I'll work for him, as he asked.

I stuck it in the mansion's own room.

The next day, I was coming to the castle.

When I asked the butler at the mansion where the chimp was, he usually said he was in the castle.

Thanks to the laissez-passer that Baltic had made before, I was able to get inside the castle light.

But it was hard after that.

It took me a while to apply for a visit to the chimps and it took me even longer to actually get to see them.

We visited the castle in the morning, but it wasn't until sundown that we could meet with the chimps.

This is why the bureau work.

"What can I do for you?

There is an irresistible frustration and fatigue in that voice.

This guy, he's fucking working!?

When I was put through to the clerk's office in Chimpilla, he didn't look good at all, he was in the middle of paperwork.

He said he was working on his desk!?

The law of chimps is disturbing!

"Hey, I'm busy over here. Don't shut up. Just say what you need."

Oops.

I'm a little upset by the sight of the shock.

I'll add a lot more paperwork to the chimp buried in the paperwork.

A pile of mountainous documents taken from different spaces.

"I worked. Rice please."

Speak my purpose in the end.

"Huh?"

The chimp frowns at the root of his eyebrows and makes a loud voice.

Look at the stacked paperwork alternately with me and reach for the paperwork like reluctantly.

And look through what's written there.

Those nagging eyes gradually open up.

The chimp stepped himself out of the back of the chair where he was leaning, staring at the paperwork as he ate in.

When I finish looking at the first one, I look at the next document in a hurry.

I glanced at all the paperwork with astonishing speed.

"You, this, how?

After looking at the paperwork, the chimp asks in a slightly relieved voice.

And I'll be honest with you. It's not me.

You can't reveal it in your own hands.

"Secrets"

The chimp glanced gently at my response, but immediately strayed from its gaze.

And keep your head down as if you could get a headache.

"Okay. At the Mansion, do as you please."

Chimps said that as if they had given up.

Huh, I won.

"Enough? I got more extra work to do because of you."

Fine.

Even I can't deal with chimps.

Disperse quickly.

What I gave you was a compilation of what seemed to be available in the demonic realm information I was letting the split look for.

I'm doing a good job, too. Okay, this made the appeal a success.

Now the chimps can call me a free meal.

I'll do whatever it takes to keep my life comfortable.