"Will You Take Responsibility If I Tell You?"

Early in the morning, brilliant sunlight spilled across all of Succubus City and into Shien's room, bringing it plenty of brightness and warmth.

Yet Shien, the owner of the room, was sitting on the bed with an expression as though he doubted his entire existence.

Feeling even worse soreness in his back and waist than the previous two days, Shien had only three sentences in his head.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I supposed to do?"

Shien was completely dumbfounded.

He had clearly decided to stay up all night, so why had he fallen asleep again?

Had he been away from his shut-in lifestyle for too long and become unaccustomed to it?

Shien could only stare speechlessly at the heavens.

After quite a while, Shien rather "strenuously" climbed out of bed.

He had no choice. This time, not only were his back and waist even more sore than before, but he also seemed to have expended quite a bit of physical strength, leaving him almost unable to recover.

If he could, he would have liked nothing more than to lie back down and sleep.

But this bed seemed poisonous. Shien was already a little afraid of it.

What frightened him even more was that, at some point, the bedsheets had been changed for brand-new ones. Even the bedframe looked as though it was on the verge of collapse, as if it might fall apart at any moment, leaving Shien at a loss for how to describe his current feelings.

Even the clothes on his body seemed as if someone had just dressed him in them. Not only had he been changed into a fresh set, but his body had been wiped perfectly clean, as though someone had tossed him into water and given him a bath while