Maid Will Go on Through Thick and Thin!

Breakfast is over safely, and as soon as possible I start making rice for the prisoners.

... Yes. of lunch.

In the morning... unplugged, that's it. The president said that he would throw up anyway. Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.

And next to me taking bird stock with chicken, ginger and green onions, you're all in the middle of some discussion.

"I would never do that."

"I know, I won't let the needle raw"

"Whatever you think, you're the most skinny president in the world, so why don't you just do it, boss?"

"No, only this time I recommend Birdsea because I'm unforgivable too"

"Let's starve to death!

"... you can't do this, I'll take care of it"

"I wonder if Kaiya would be nice. I haven't been seen."

"No, hey, I don't like it. It's definitely on the table."

... What the hell are you talking about?

"What are you guys so funny pushing each other about?"

"Ah."

"Ah."

"Yes, there's Maido."

So, what the hell, huh?

"Right. Just fine.... So Kaoru is fine with Maido?

"... what?

... the president said.

If I am tortured too badly here and become an abolitionist, I want to gather information efficiently with minimal torture because it is troublesome.

And for that reason, let's take the "Northwind and Sun" method.

In other words, he pockets rice where he's weakened by torture, gets soft, gets information.

"Mr. Maido can pretend to be a resident of this world, and that's appropriate."

Something tells me that I can reconcile my plans, and you guys, uh, good, and so on. Yeah, that, you already made up your mind from the start, you guys.

"Wouldn't it be better for me to torture a woman? It's hard to do, you guys."

"It's okay. I torture women equally. It's gender equality."

Oh, was it just useless to worry? Excuse me.

"Rather, the girls did better. I'm not thinking about cutting back either."

"Well, that's the thing. We're pretty angry, too. It's okay."

... for once? Not really there, needle students didn't explain it to all of you, so I won't tell you either.

I've learned a lot from sharing. If I'm bad, maybe I'm more angry than all of you who actually went to the needle rescue?

... Well, somehow, I know what it's like to want revenge.

Whatever you think can be effectively tortured is all of you more than me, so I have no objection.

"Okay, here's another confirmation. What you ask is the connection to the previous king, the relationship to life (physics), sightings of other students and classrooms, information on" Ashes of Narrow Down, "and then, how to return to the original world as far as you know, right? And when you ask, make sure you open up everyone and Mr. Rosemary when everyone agrees to talk. Of course I will not present Mr Rosemary until he has been told from the other side. Is that good?

... As for the operation, well, what, I mean me, making Mr. Rosemary an escape route. Instead of "talking unbearably about torture," "talking to help Mr. Rosemary" would be easy to justify and talk about, he said.

… so you all go down the stairs and I will make porridge for lunch so I can make a good stock and not accumulate in my stomach.

Furniture? I can't get in. It's easier to accumulate in your stomach when you put it in.

There is a reason to finally simmer and serve the tender, digested porridge.

Of course, empty-handed, long-standing stomach work, that means something, but more than that, I want to drive the feeling of time crazy.

In a room where there's no light in, no clock, rice time is one indicator of time, right?

And with that, time to get hungry.

So, by making it a hungry menu fast, you make him feel like he's been locked up for days, bringing his spirit in.

And make it delicious to satisfy even a glass of porridge. This is important.

The porridge is easy to blow away, so you have to be careful and simmer.

I think I'll put the salt in a little thick. Yeah. Snack water will taste good, I'm sure.

The bird stock shall be filtered, the oil shall be removed as much as possible, and the rice shall be simmered in the stock for 1 hour.

It is the completion of a porridge stained with the taste of birds in completely softened rice grains.

It may not have been a good idea for ginger and green onion flavors to enhance my appetite. And then the ginger heats up, so let's make it different next time.

So I have already soaked the kelp in water. This one is going to go with the fish dried guy's stock later. Yes. Maybe I could flavor it with a little soy sauce. Of course it will be porridge next time. It's porridge forever. I subtly make variations, but it's porridge. Sweet, digestible porridge, I'm hungry!

You're all back when I sewed up the porridge pan and waited.

"How's it going?"

"There's too much hostility growing over here for you to do well. The men are mostly silent. Almost all the women talked about all the items, but the content is quite fragmented and needs deliberation. Both of them."

... I've been hostile since the beginning, and this way, I'm following that because I've crossed an unforgivable line over there, and, well, I guess I should.

... um, but I don't even talk about sightings of other students, so do you think we're trying to catch and kill other students or something? I still know about your connection to the former king, but aren't we supposed to talk about the students?

"So come serve me a meal. So, I'm sorry, take this."

"Oh, yeah. Roger, roger."

What the president has put out is an example collar. Oh, yeah. Persuasion comes from props.

Of course, for all...... I can't take a meal of 27 people at once, so it takes roughly every 5 of them back and forth. Ha, dull.

When I went downstairs, I immediately formed a wall behind me and the stairs disappeared.

The maid who's here, the doll, is working with me and sending signals to the seniors. So the entrance to and exit from this dungeon is currently certified. Convenient.

When I opened the door while supporting the basin with a porridge bowl and a spoon in one hand, the sound clearly constricted the air inside.

...... dijoubdayo, torture sinikitawakejanayyo.

Seriously, it's just dinner, so don't be so nervous.... Gentlemen, I just did it lightly, but what the hell kind of torture did you do? I guess that, like giving out arthropods. Well, no.

The doors in the private rooms are double structured. It's a way to prevent escape and keep us safe. Unlock the private room in front of you, lock it, once you have placed the basin there, take only one toilet and one spoon, unlock the door leading directly to the private room and go inside.

When I came in, there was one quiet boy lying there. The trauma is not that noticeable. Yeah. I'm glad it's done to this extent, aren't you?

"Uh, rice, yes."

However, it is not Nori's tenderloin.

I was not restrained in my hand, so when I gave him the spoon, I received the condition that I was terrified.

"... it's poisoned."

"I'm the one who made it. I didn't let you in."

The president didn't make it, and I put the intent into it, but this guy seems to have crept me out for more than that. I mean, I'm on your side. Okay, like.

After a peeping bare gesture, I just took a small bite, spooned the porridge and put it in my mouth.

... Ha-ha-ha, it'll taste good for you. Confidence!

"... is it delicious?

"... yeah"

"That's good."

Tasty means you want to eat more. That means you're hungry fast!

"You'll come clean up the dishes later."

I sneer and then I go outside. Of course, I won't forget the keys.

Well, then let's go at this rate.

"It's dinner."

And as a result of doing the rice for a few people.

"Ah... you were... at the auction"

... There was Fukuyama. Oh, yeah. I'm glad I'm here because it's weird the other way around if I'm not there.

"It's dinner."

I don't even want to talk much, so I put the rice down and sneer, and then I try to get rid of it.

"Oh, wait!

also, fail.

"... what is it"

"Hey, hey, you, I knew you were doing terrible things to those guys, right?

... uh.

Operationally, here it is: 'Yes, it is!' You should admit to being 'terrible' or something.

But that's what you say to him.

Mostly, maybe, you don't have to tell me.

"That's not true."

"But you're making me wear a collar like that! That's terrible! You don't seem to understand, but this is crazy!

... right? You don't have to tell me. That's how you started to drool, right?

… Conclusion.

After all, Fukuyama said you were driven by righteousness (laughter) and was very angry at Mr. Rosemary's situation.

Meanwhile, I didn't mean to say anything bad about you guys. So on your own, Fukuyama made a mistake and just worked hard on your own.

But all I had to do was distribute rice to 27 people and collect dishes after a little while, but it didn't go smoothly, I had a little conversation pinch with each and every one of them, and it took me so long.

... but pretty much everyone, even on guard, eats.

What is it? Are you less alert to the inhabitants of this world, or that's how hungry you were?

I don't know about both of them. I believe in the former king unconditionally, and he must be hungry.

Well, then, I guess I'll make my next porridge.

Then I put it down for an hour or so and you guys work again, and I get ready for my next porridge while I do the grubbing.

The next porridge is vegetable stock bacon flavor. It's western. First Chinese, then Japanese, then Western, so I wonder if Ethnic is next... Curry Porridge... Tom Yam Porridge... No, let's not.

... For a while, they're going to put torture and rice in this order, narrowing that feeling down gradually, driving the time interval crazy, that kind of task.

Yeah. It could be a bit of a long fight.