At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"... it's good to have a lot of stuff, but it's tasteless."

Mouth the complaining words as you put the dried meat in your mouth.

Better than the first meat my servant ever fed me, but the meat with little flavor is probably not good either.

Now this is more than I can eat, I just have to mouth it, even if I'm angry.

Everything else was just preserved food, and there was nothing busy.

"Damn, can you get me something a little better, that guy?"

Chew and swallow the last bite, complaining about the man who left the food.

Is that all of it? Not enough. I don't know why I haven't eaten enough lately.

No matter how much you eat, your body says to give it to you.

"Well."

I don't eat enough, but I can't eat what I don't.

Lick the shards on your fingers perlorically, get out of the chair and head to the door.

Grab your fist in front of the door and increase your willingness to kill towards the door in front of you.

When you destroy the existence in front of you with a firm will, you cage your strength in this hand.

And I unleashed my fist with all my might - my fist stopped in front of the door.

"Chip, can't you still do it? Abominable. Are you sure he's human?"

I didn't stop my fist. It was stopped in front of the door.

By that bond of servants.

"Oh, I'm angry! Lock me in a room like this. What the hell are you doing!

There's no escape gap between doing anything and going anywhere here these days.

They ask me a lot softly, and I get more annoyed than before.

Where it was so frustrating every day, my servant told me to leave for a little while.

If I was happy to finally get away from this guy, I'd tie the line in my room when I left.

I wouldn't be scared to hit him with all my strength, and I wouldn't even have any breakdowns about being angry.

I tried to destroy it several times. I was hungry where I was tired and I flattened all the food the man had stored.

I tried again because my stomach was slightly swollen, but I expected it, but I still can't destroy it.

It's not just about the door, it's about the whole room being tied up.

I've also tried ceilings, floors, walls and windows, but they all have strengths that can't be equally broken through.

"Hmm, that's good enough. On the contrary, with this bond, my safety is guaranteed. There's no such thing as a man who crosses the line."

Twice witchcraft shown by a man. Magic possessed enough magic to be too violent and arguably unusual.

The first time you freed me from that damn abominable 'thing'.

I haven't been released yet, but I'm still pretty stable.

But since then, my servant has never used so much power.

So I've been wondering lately if that's a price for something or if I'm even using a catalyst...

The magic powers he used in that ruin were equivalent to those of that time.

The amount of magic that crushes almost everything in the world without any resistance.

Even me in my lifetime was probably just the amount of magic I'd get damaged.

That means you can do it whenever you want.

What makes it so easy for a man like that to escape his bonds?

"... there's not enough, but you still get sleepy with things piling up in your belly"

He won't let me out of here anyway.

Then rest thoughtfully while you are gone, and use it while you are there.

Make that decision, turn your back on the door, and head to bed. Be prepared, my servant. When I come back...

"You seem to have grown up. A little unexpected."

That's where my servant came back. But in an instant, his head will be stained with anger by the words he utters.

You said you were a grown-up? Didn't you create a situation you had to make a big deal out of?

I thought so, and I turned around to slap my fist in, knowing it wouldn't work - and it solidified.

"What's wrong with you? What's with that face?"

"Uh... Wasn't it as useless as washing your face?"

My servant's eyes were red and swollen. I can see the cause.

There are tears in his eyes. Then it makes no sense where I washed my face.

Even if it was cured by witchcraft, it would be completely pointless than still crying.

My anger faded when I saw the unusual appearance of my servant.

"... you must have locked me up for nothing."

The anger itself remains, although the feeling that I was willing to punch him has become foggy.

So I hit the man with that dissatisfaction.

"Uh, you are, but I thought one or two of the furniture and tools were broken."

Is that so? Sure, I made a scene trying to break the line, but I didn't attack the tools.

That's not what I was doing. I simply didn't do anything meaningless.

I would do everything in my power to break the line if I were to devote myself to that.

"I'm sorry I locked you up. I just wanted to concentrate. Sorry."

"... Hmm."

The dissatisfaction is massive in the chest. Yet there is no word out of my mouth when I look at the weak face of my current servant.

On the contrary, it's hard to look him in the face for some reason. What the hell is this?

I feel sick in my chest. It makes me feel nauseous.

"But I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you could make me a little more adult. Please."

"Hmm, it would be pointless where I resisted. You're no match for me."

Returning evil to my servant's words, he returns only a bitter smile and goes to bed without saying anything.

And I rolled over to the depression, trying to bury my face in the cushion.

I hear a slightly groaning voice leaking from his mouth.

Because of it, I felt the incomprehensible emotions inside me swell.

The guy now is full of gaps. I think I can kill a man now who doesn't usually feel like he can win.

Probably can get away with it now. The servant now seemed powerless to the extent that it seemed so.

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chi"

What the hell am I doing? If you keep running, you'll have free time.

Even if this guy comes after us, we can have some free time.

Even so, I sat down beside my servant.

"I don't know what happened, but I feel sorry for a man like you. Spit out the evil as usual."

With that said, for some reason, I was stroking my servant's head.

I don't even know why I'm doing this.

But it was hard to look at my current pitiful servant, and when I realized it, my hands were out.

It may be from the memories of those on whom this body was founded, but there is no way to be sure.

"Huh, guuuuuuu..."

"... why cry even more"

"My lady must be crying... unconscious..."

It's a terrible proposition. I'm angry at you for some reason.

I really don't get it today. Is something broken in earnest?

Questioning his condition, he realizes that the hand he had placed on my servant's head was shaken.

"Bad, just a little, 'cause I'll be back to normal in a little while. Just make sure you didn't see it."

"Well, I wasn't looking at you in the first place. Do as you please."

"Ha, right... thanks"

The servant begins to cry silently and quietly at the end of the word.

And after a while, it became too quiet, so when I saw how it was, my servant was resting.

"... what are you today?"

He's resting comfortably, holding my hand.

Looking at that sleeping face, I felt the disgust in my chest just disappear a little until earlier.

"Ha... I can't move with this. I'll sleep beside you, too, servant."

I know I haven't heard back, but I declare it and roll it aside.

I felt the warmth of my gripping hand and my servant's temperature, and fell asleep listening to a quiet sleep.