Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

When I woke up, it was the mansion bed.

That's crazy.

I'm sure I was pulling into different spaces yesterday for a little booze and a pinch.

Did you get drunk and come back sometime and fall asleep?

Memories fly when you get drunk is a problem, but you can't help it.

I can do it if I want to rapidly decompose alcohol or something, but then it doesn't make sense to drink alcohol.

You can't say alcohol-free liquor or anything!

Well, I can feed my memories from the splits that are everywhere, and no problem.

I haven't given any feedback on my memory so far though.

No, 'cause you're a little scared to see what you're like when you drink, huh?

Shake your head and see if you have any problems with your health.

Drinking doesn't give you a hangover, but sometimes, just in case.

Um, it's going great today.

I also feel that my skin still feels better.

After all, alcohol is good for health.

I'm going to the dining room to get breakfast out of the room.

Bloodsuckers and ghosts sat in their seats before me.

"Good Morning"

"Good morning."

The ghost who greets me politely and the bloodsucker who greets me even as I draw a few faces.

There were occasional times when I was traveling, but are vampires weak in the morning after all?

"Mmm."

I won't say anything. Rika answers briefly.

Sit next to a bloodsucker.

If I do, what's with the stretched spine of the bloodsucker?

"Um."

Hmm?

"I think we should stop doing things like yesterday"

Haunted said that in a blameworthy tone.

Hmm?

Yesterday?

Did you do something yesterday?

Point your gaze at the bloodsucker in a chill.

Even so, I can't make eye contact or anything because I keep my eyes closed.

Blood suckers stare at ghosts even when they can't believe it.

Huh?

What is this?

What happened yesterday?

"Mr. Sophia hated it, too, and I don't think we should force people to hate it. Even if I was drunk, I think there are good things to do and bad things."

Wine.

Drunk.

Urgent request for a split inside the mansion!

Feed back your memory while the main body was drunk yesterday!

Transmit the memories of the splits sneaking into the mansion to the main body.

Take a look in turn at the memories you receive and discover where you think they apply.

Bufo!?

What the hell!?

Oi! Oi, me yesterday!

What are you doing?

It's not tangled liquor or that kind of chatty!

I saw one scale of something more horrible!

Ear.

I don't think so.

There's no such thing.

If you look at me objectively when I'm drunk, there isn't.

He was attacked by a bloodsucker and left a still evil eye on a ghost who tried to stop him.

You can do whatever you want.

I mean, you can talk so fluently if I work hard!

Oh, yes.

Not if you're running away from reality.

I don't know about this.

Point your face towards the bloodsucker.

A bloodsucker who does the clever thing of avoiding sitting in a chair.

Uh, yeah.

"I'm sorry."

Yes.

No, bloodsucker.

Why are you smiling at me like I don't believe you?

I'd apologize if I did something wrong, too, wouldn't I?

Let's seal the liquor for a little while.

Drinking is where D is.

Oh, no, that's scary, too.

Just sober for a while.

It's hard, but there's no way to do it either.

When I turned my gaze back on the ghost, this one had a horrible look over here.

Maybe Ghost also advised me with the thought of death.

Well, I can't help but think that if I saw yesterday's array, I might not be able to talk to you.

I had no idea there was such a pitfall in booze.

Don't be afraid.

"Your husband. Really, your real husband?

Some bloodsucker started saying weird things.

If it wasn't real, I'd like to go into something.

"Is it also a fever? Did you eat anything weird? Are you out of your mind?

Hey, here.

What the hell kind of character am I in you?

It's depressing, so shut him up with one shot of chop.

"Go!? Kind of not terrible!? I'm worried for you and it's not terrible!?

"No, don't think it's Mr. Sophia that's terrible right now."

The bloodsucker protests, calmly the ghost penetrates.

Mm-hmm.

No sardine can make this much noise just because I apologize.

Unlike these evil gods, I'm a good talker.

It's not like D! What is D!

"'Cause it's your husband? Your husband, like a treacherous, outrageous dehumanization? I love slaughter, I love meat. Which hell are you from?

About my image among bloodsuckers being the Great Demon King.

Huh?

That much?

Was it such a bad image for me?

Uh, uh-huh.

In retrospect, I also had a blast in the war on the trigger when my bloodsucking home perished, and speaking of which, I then did elf stir-fry or something in front of me.

No, before that, I was a bloodsucker. Isn't yesterday my first crime?

When I think about it, Tsuji fits.

It fits.

Oh, my God!

Am I supposed to be certified as a nocturnal meat-eating monster among bloodsuckers!?

I can't say anything because I'm not wrong!

"No, isn't that too much?

"It's all true."

"Huh?"

I'm going to look at you like a ghost was stunned.

Stop it!

Don't look at me like that!

Twitched and turned away to escape his gaze.