The first night Shane arrived in the Demon Realm ended amidst various unknown tumults.
The next day, when the sky was bright, Shane finally woke up leisurely.
Upon waking, Shane realized various discomforts.
"...not having a competent maid by my side means having to wash up by myself in the morning."
Shane was speechless.
Not about his own treatment, but about how he had grown accustomed to being washed and dressed upon waking, and possibly even having certain needs silently met.
Before, Shane hadn't noticed anything wrong.
But now, upon waking, feeling a slight discomfort in his mouth and wrinkled clothes on his body, Shane realized he truly was a bit unaccustomed.
"That maid is truly poisonous."
Shane clearly recognized this fact.
Yet at the same time, Shane felt an increasingly strong impulse to keep that maid by his side.
"Anyway, they already mentioned that, it seems I've done what I should and shouldn't have done, so next time perhaps..."
