Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

There's too much going on here and my head looks flaky.

When I usually go to sleep and wake up and calm down, I wonder if that one from yesterday is just me.

Lars is right.

I still can't remember something called Fermina, or I don't even think he was aware of it.

I can feel terrible about that myself.

I know the shock when I find out that I didn't even recognize the person I'm seeing unilaterally, rather than being able to put it on my teeth.

Because that's what I felt on my own.

For Hideko Young Leaf, the presence of Yoko Negishi was such a thing.

It's strange to say that I was reborn with that other person and this is all I could relate to.

What I did to Fermina would be a bad thing.

I can see that.

I know, but I honestly don't even feel like apologizing.

What? What?

Fermina, "honey”!

No way, sweetheart.

That husband of yours, be kind, be kind!

Huh.

Calm down, me.

It's not a little weird when it comes to your husband these days, me?

I've been aware of it since my last life, but lately I feel kind of obsessed with it in a different vector.

This is not a trend, is it?

But I can't deny that I didn't think I'd care about Fermina, and that doesn't change my mind.

Apologies in this state will only be in the form of no shards of good faith.

If you want to apologize, reflect and calm down.

Besides, the thing that annoys me the most right now is that I sneak out on the outsider's ass and tell him to apologize to me with my face, Lars.

What a wonderful theory!

Bad things are bad, huh?

You don't have to tell me. I know!

So this is where I've been worried sick lately!

Pushed back by the gushing frustration, she wakes herself up from the bed where she was sleeping.

I ended up not going back to the dorm yesterday and had the mansion stay overnight.

When you open the curtains, the bright sunlight.

I can't be ashed, but that light depresses my heart.

Maybe you've been waiting for me to wake up, the door gets knocked in good time.

In reply, the maid at this mansion said she would help with the support.

I politely declined and headed to the table where I had breakfast ready.

There was a client there.

One is your husband.

My expression hasn't changed, but that's the only face I've ever thought about for breakfast I'm going to have.

I'm not responding to these disturbing signs.

"Morning."

"Morning."

I greet the other client, Lars.

Such a dangerous exchange of gaze plays out among us, as if the temperature in the room had dropped physically.

That's all we know when we're not willing to give in to each other.

Staring at each other often, the meal was carried.

It would be hard just to get into this space where me and Lars intimidate each other, but I was impressed by the maids who serve without putting that on their faces.

My temper shreds and I take my gaze off Lars and sit next to your husband.

Silence all the time during meals.

When I finished eating, Lars had turned his gaze to me.

That's what he said when he clearly said he needed to talk after this.

"Sophia, I'm just about to go to the Gospel."

What knocked that off was your husband's rare long sentence.

In this air, that nerve of taking me out without reading it at all is the same, but where are you taking me?

If it wasn't my mistake to hear it, didn't you say something about divine speech?

"Huh? What do you mean?

It's your husband's bad habit, but he forces you to complete it in your own head without telling anyone else.

I don't know what would happen if I were to go to God's Worship.

I mean, where exactly is the word of God?

Even when I say divine speech, I have bases all over the world?

Your husband has no expression.

'Cause I don't think it's my fault you look frightened.

I want you to put your own words up on the shelf and stop looking at me like this guy who doesn't know why.

"Gospel?

Don't know what to do. He was solidifying. What brought me back to normal was Lars groaning.

It seemed as if he did not understand the meaning of the word divine speech.

Oh.

I wonder if that's what happens if you live in Devil's Land?

I haven't heard about Lars' detailed birth, but I hear he was a goblin.

I wonder if you don't have to know that the religion that is popular in the people's territory is not believed in the devil's territory.

"Word of God is a religion widely believed among people. A bunch of people who don't know how to say the voice of the system's message is the voice of God and actively raise their level skills to hear a lot of that voice."

Personally, I can annotate the shit that killed my parents there.

That has nothing to do with it right now, and I don't need to bother telling this guy, so I'm gonna lay low.

Or just thank you for explaining it properly.

To my explanation, Lars tightened his expression like a hack after putting on his face.

"Mr. White, the doctrine..."

Your husband nods at Lars' words.

Hey, what are you two convinced of, excluding me?

Why is that interacting with you?

"Shouldn't I follow you, too?

Your husband snorts again.

This is an affirmative nod to follow, isn't it?

I'm the only one with a feeling that something kind of nasty is going to get unnecessarily messed up?