Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Your husband took you to visit the mansion where your husband usually sleeps.

That's good.

Nothing. It's not like it just started now that your husband orders you to do something, and it's not like once or twice that he tells you not to clap.

But I didn't think anyone who killed each other would be waiting for me before they called me in.

I accidentally tried to activate magic, and your husband kicked me.

I'm one step ahead of losing my HP.

I just didn't get zeroed. It's still a good day.

You didn't think it was a good idea to break the mansion, it was a kick since you restrained me with yarn.

I saw that. The ghost was donning, but this is your husband's standard, so I'm in trouble.

I'm the husband, but I handed the ghost a book and a set of roadworthy clothes to wear in Kendo and he just went somewhere.

You handed me the book when you left, too, so I guess you mean read this, but what else do you want me to do?

In the meantime, I stared at the ghost thing.

Those clothes are definitely made by your husband's hand.

Though I've had it too, your husband seems to like to make clothes unexpectedly.

I'm going to finish up some good clothes that I think are professional.

Well, is it your husband's hobby, or if you do, it's a lot simpler and less decorative.

The clothes handed to the ghost confirm that the virtue of being made, the simplicity and, more importantly, the inability to appraise is your husband's work.

The same goes for your husband himself, but he can't even appraise the clothes he made out of the yarn he put out.

Well, the clothes are good.

The question is, why are you presenting that to a ghost?

I can't believe your husband gave you clothes, even though it was none other than me, Melazophis and Mr. Ariel!

Why are you giving it to me like this?

I don't know what it is, but I'm so upset.

"You don't have to look at me like that. I'm not going to be hostile to you anymore."

A ghost spoke.

What I was staring at was that your husband gave you clothes, but at this point, fine.

"You talked."

You didn't speak a word when you were fighting me, and I was even suspicious if there was just reason to speak in the first place.

I was just spreading my intentions to kill like crazy.

So I didn't think I could talk, but the ghost in front of me does strike me as different and calm from then on.

The atmosphere has changed a bit too much to know if you really are the same person as then.

"Because at that time I was losing my reason due to anger. Now I have little effect of anger, and this is how I can move of my own free will"

Anger, that's the skill the ghost had, right?

Were you losing your reason because of that influence?

Besides, from that graffiti, you mean you weren't moving of your own free will?

"Anger is one of the skills I have, and when this is activated, it loses reason. Besides, there's no guarantee I can go back. I was completely irrational at the price of activating too much anger, and I was only able to spare and kill what I saw. [M] I remember you, too, because I was aware of you for some reason along the way."

A ghost politely explains whether my question was on my face.

You were running wild out of reason.

What skill.

"Aren't you stupid to use such skills?

"I have no words to give back. Except, excuse me, I had to use it."

"I can't believe you're in a situation where a monster like you has to rely on such skills."

The ghost smiled bitterly at my words.

"Aren't the chemicals mutual?

Rude.

And I just wanted to say, you can't deny it.

"Neither have I been so strong from the beginning. It was weak in the first place, and then it was all about dying."

"Heh. You're not human or demonic, are you? Could it be evolution from demons?

Your husband also says you've evolved from a spider demon to your current human form, and maybe this ghost does too.

"Yeah. It was goblins at first"

"What?"

Goblins?

Goblins are those goblins, right?

I shouldn't have seen a lot of games and cartoons, but I still know if it's about goblins.

You're a green, childish, weak demon, right?

"You're lying, right?

"It's true. Born in Goblin. That's what weakness was all about."

They were really goblins.

For example, this guy who evolved from such a weak goblin might deserve some respect.

"Sometimes I was weak, and I had to use the power of anger to live. But if I hadn't, I'd be dead by now. I had no choice but to die or be swallowed up by anger."

It's spectacular.

I know I have a pretty spectacular life, too, but it's worth it that I almost died so much that I had to make the ultimate choice.

At one point, I was dying like every day.

"Why don't you sit down and talk?

Sit in the recommended chair, prompted by ghosts.

"Because I met the same reincarnator, and I've heard a lot about it."

In the words that follow, "Huh?," he leaked by accident.

"Huh?"

Silence.

"It's Yoshiko Negishima, right?

How do you know? Your husband is the only one.

Your husband told this ghost.

"Yes, you were a reincarnator."

I was convinced when you asked me.

Your husband sent me out of his way to meet you, or to send you clothes.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Silence.

Why is that where the voices of doubt come in?

It makes a subtle face, as if the ghost were very troubled, embarrassed.

"Oh, right. That's right. It's been quite a while, and you don't remember the face of your classmate."

Say what, wait a minute.

If you ask me, I think I've seen it somewhere.

I didn't think about that because I was reincarnated into a completely different face, but your husband is your original face, isn't he?

So, this guy too?

If you look closely, the corners are growing and the eyes are red, but they look Japanese.

"My name is Kyoya Sashima. I just use the name Lars over here. Say hello again."

Sorry.

I can't even remember your name.