"I don't know any demon who enjoys abusing girls like this."
By all rights, Kirara should have been furious after all the pressure and intense torment Ash had put her through, but right now, she did not even have the strength to be angry at him.
"Don't you want Kusunoha Juice?"
I made this myself. So many people would beg for it and never get any.
"No, just milk!"
Still, even Kirara had to admit that when he was acting as her manager, he was responsible enough. No matter how tiny her mistake was, he could point it out with perfect accuracy.
Even so, the girl still felt unconvinced and frustrated.
What's wrong with me? Am I sulking because I want to be pampered? Don't be ridiculous, Kirara. You're not that weak.
"Mm...!"
Her whole body felt limp to the bone. The girl struggled to turn over, but when Ash placed the tray before her, even the smell of food that was not a prank this time—and actually smelled quite good—failed to stir her appetite.
"Don't want to eat?"
"Why?"
Rather than answer Ash's question, Kirara sent one back at him.
Ash was not deliberately making things difficult for her. She understood that much.
This time, he had merely followed her lead and applied the same standards she demanded of herself to others.
If that was the case...
"Why do you work so hard too, Ash?"
Didn't you say you had no dreams? Then why... were you working as if you had something you wanted? Was it only to win my heart? No, that couldn't be it.
"Want to know?"
Kirara silently nodded.
"Since you said you wanted to rely on me, I'll respond to that seriously too."
Without changing expression, Ash rattled off a string of words in front