Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

The massacre tour with your husband, which lasted several days, is finally over.

I'm tired.

Now I just want to sleep anyway.

I haven't slept during the tour.

Every day they suddenly take me out without any explanation and raid the base of this organization as they say.

I didn't even know what that organization was at first, so it's pretty good, right?

Well, I guess I'm also the one who raids wheelies as they say without that explanation.

I found out that the organization was an elf and its collaborators along the way, so I was actively moving.

But you don't have that kind of key explanation, but you're going to give me detailed instructions on how to do this in the field.

You want me to kill them all at the base here without letting them get away with it?

On the contrary, you think this guy is the only one to miss?

Don't give me irrelevant human witnesses?

My husband just sends me to the crime scene, and he won't help me with anything else.

I'm tired of things with higher stats.

I guess you won't explain it to me anyway, but I guess there's some reason for that detailed instruction, too.

It's about your husband, so I guess that's why you can't think of it.

I just need a few more explanations.

True.

I feel like I've been around a lot, but I couldn't relax and sightseeing anywhere.

Reaching with a transfer, by the cook, raids the elf stronghold.

That's all every time.

Transfer to the next location as soon as it's done.

What do you mean, you came to a strange land because of this, and you only did something touristy with your meal?

Though I don't know if I would just take off my meal every time.

Thanks to you, I'm hungry, but I get to hang out with you.

How many meals did you eat a day?

I got the skills to binge eating.

I'm a little around my stomach because of my mind......

Reduce the amount of meals for a while.

With that in mind, I head to my private room in Demon King Castle.

After I graduated from school, I had a private room at Demon King's Castle.

I kind of feel like I've been robbed of an escape.

In the hallway to the private room, I just met Fermina.

"Oh?"

It's good to see you, but is this guy gonna be okay?

I kind of have a big neighborhood under my eyes, and it's blue because I see my complexion.

Still, I wonder if my spine stretches pins because I'm a former nobleman.

Though I don't feel well to see it, I wonder if that attitude of perseverance is such as heavenly sunshine with enemies.

"Are you okay?

"I have no sardines to worry about you"

This one says he's worried about you uncommonly, but I'm telling you clearly.

But you have no heart or tone.

"Why don't you rest without being strong?

"If you can rest, I'll rest. I don't do irresponsible things like make people go away at this busy time, like someone else."

Is someone in there talking about your husband?

Or maybe me?

"Is that about your husband? Or about me?

"Both."

I had a grudge. I was assured with my voice.

That's right.

There's no Admiral left to deal with after the war.

You went to Fermina's for all the wrinkles.

"Where have you been?

"Your husband took you, a lot of places"

I didn't delude you, they really took you everywhere, so I don't know where you were either.

You guessed that from my bewildered feeling too, Fermina didn't pursue it in depth.

"The fact that you're back means your husband's back, too, right?

"Yeah, it should be."

"Okay. If you see your husband, tell him to come to the office immediately."

Exhaling a deep, very deep sigh, Fermina tried to walk away.

Speak unexpectedly on that back.

"Shall I help?

I said it myself, and I was surprised.

I can't believe I bought myself this woman's help because I'm about to fall down.

I'm pretty tired, too.

I'm sure you're tired and unable to make a normal decision.

Yes, it is.

"Are you insane?

There you go.

Fermina doubted my sanity, too.

"Oh? Because I'm saying it to you in good faith. Terrible people."

"I'm surprised you have such good intentions."

Really terrible person.

You want to go that far?

"Either way, fine. I never ask anyone who can only fight and serve men to help me."

Really, really bad guy!

I knew I hated this guy.

"Oh, yeah. Good luck, then, till you die of overwork."

We just feel bad for each other even if we're asking any more questions, and we just disperse.

I feel kind of tired.

The next day, I heard that Fermina had really overworked and collapsed, but it wasn't my fault.

My husband, who pushed it all to work, is bad.

It seems that your husband is working hey until the minute of the fall Fermina, but you deserve it, don't you?