Complaint

Nazarick Great Tomb, Ninth Floor.

Naiyuan arrived at a door. He was about to push it open and walk in, but then he remembered something and stopped.

He reached up to straighten his clothes. Only after making sure there was nothing wrong with his appearance did he gently knock on the door.

"Come in."

Momonga's authoritative voice reached Naiyuan's ears, making him smile before he opened the door and walked inside.

Momonga was fiddling with himself in front of a mirror, while Sebas stood quietly to the side, silently watching everything.

On the sofa, Herohero, transformed into a Slime in Human Form, rested his head on Solution's lap as he ate the fruit she kept feeding him. He looked thoroughly content.

Her fingers, along with the fruit, went straight into Herohero's slime-made face. After his face wriggled for a moment, she pulled her fingers back out, covered in slime, and the fruit had already been completely digested.

"Momonga, what are you doing?"

"And Herohero, you fell this fast?"

Naiyuan asked Momonga, then turned to Herohero, who was enjoying himself, and teased him a few times.

"Oh, it's Naiyuan. Don't knock next time. I'm happy that you're being polite, but it just feels way too strange."

Momonga looked up at Naiyuan as he spoke. Back when they had lived in the same apartment building, this guy had never been this polite when entering his place. Naiyuan had always walked in as if it were his own home, to the point that Momonga sometimes wondered whether it was actually his house.

Politeness was good, but Naiyuan being polite was not.

"Hey, hey, I'm polite for once, and you're actually unhappy about it?"

Seeing Momonga advise him not to be so polite, Naiyuan instantly felt offended. Just what kind of person had he been in Momonga's eyes before?

"I'm dying here. Naiyuan, it seems like you and Momonga have had plenty of interesting things happen between you."

Herohero laughed from Solution's lap.

"I've got loads of stories about Momonga, but I'm not telling you. Serves you right."

Naiyuan stuck out his tongue at Herohero.

Naiyuan did not say much in response to Herohero's mockery. He could always laugh at Herohero later.

"Momonga, don't ruin my reputation."

Walking over to Momonga, Naiyuan directly hooked an arm around his skull.

Naiyuan was rather petty about Momonga slandering him, so he immediately began his retaliation.

"Cough, cough, Naiyuan, let go! My bones, my bones are going to crack!"

Feeling his skull trapped, Momonga began struggling wildly. His skeletal hands repeatedly slapped at Naiyuan's arm, but they looked especially powerless.

Sebas silently retreated into a corner. The affairs of the Supreme Beings were not something he could interfere in.

He could tell that neither Supreme Being was truly angry.

"Now you know better. Watch yourself next time."

Feeling that it was about enough, Naiyuan finally let go and smiled at him.

Momonga merely rolled his eyes at Naiyuan and said nothing further. If Naiyuan did that again, his old bones really would not be able to take it.

[Communication.]

"Herohero, Naiyuan seems to be fine now."

"He couldn't look more normal."

Momonga used communication to speak to Herohero beside him.

"You really can't see anything on the surface. Looks like he's recovered. We worried for nothing."

"If I'd known, I wouldn't have waited earlier. I should've gone to find him right away."

Herohero replied with some regret. He had prepared several plans, yet before he could put any of them into action, Naiyuan had adjusted himself on his own.

"It's good that he's fine. Saves me from worrying about this and that all the time."

"Seeing Naiyuan still so carefree puts my mind at ease."

Momonga felt relieved and was happy that his friend had recovered by himself.

When Sebas had come in earlier carrying the items, he had directly told Momonga and Herohero about what had happened in the corridor.

When they heard that Naiyuan was in a bad mood and looked completely listless, the two of them had worried for a long time.

If they had not thought it best to let him have some quiet time and avoid disturbing him for the moment,

Momonga would have rushed out long ago to have a heart-to-heart with Naiyuan. In the end, Herohero had barely managed to stop him, saying that they should give Naiyuan some time.

After ending the call, Momonga acted as though nothing had happened and returned to his seat.

Since Naiyuan had not come to confide in them and had chosen to bear it himself, he must have had his reasons. As his friend, all Momonga needed to do now was cooperate with him and act as if nothing had happened.

The matter had been resolved, and Naiyuan had recovered. The process was no longer important.

"By the way, Naiyuan, you overslept again. Even after coming to the New World, it seems that habit of yours hasn't changed."

"You slept until noon and made Herohero and me wait in the dining hall all morning to have breakfast with you."

Relaxing, Momonga looked at Naiyuan with some resentment.

Herohero and he had both gotten up early, intending for the three of them to happily have breakfast together.

But they waited and waited. It was almost noon, yet Naiyuan still had not arrived.

"Uh, well... did we agree to have breakfast together?"

"What do you think?"

"Want me to remind you, Naiyuan, about what we said before we parted last night?"

Herohero lay on Solution's lap and looked at Naiyuan as he spoke slowly.

"Fine, I forgot."

Seeing that both of them had fixed him with death stares, Naiyuan shrugged indifferently.

He looked like a dead pig that did not fear boiling water, making it clear that they could do whatever they wanted.

"I'm not planning to make you do anything. I'm just reminding you not to forget next time."

Momonga shook his head and advised him helplessly.

When it came to Naiyuan, Momonga could not bear to scold him, and he could not beat him up even if he wanted to. In the end, all he could do was admonish him a little.

Though Momonga knew Naiyuan would probably forget as soon as he turned around, if he could so easily break the habit of sleeping in, Momonga would not have needed to wake him up for work every morning in the past.

"Do you know how painful it is to look at delicious food but not be able to eat it? Naiyuan, if you oversleep again next time, I'm going into your room and dragging you out."

Herohero threatened Naiyuan in an intimidating tone, making it clear that he would not be so polite next time and telling him to watch it.

"So neither of you ate?"

Naiyuan looked at them with some confusion.

"Eat what? You didn't come."

Herohero complained. If he had eaten, he would not be lying here letting Solution feed him fruit.

Although Nazarick's fruit was high-end stuff too, how could fruit compare to meat?

"Since you weren't there, Herohero and I didn't have much appetite, so we didn't eat."

Momonga explained. He did not really care, since he was Undead and had no need for food.

The only one suffering was Herohero, since he still needed to eat.

Although Momonga had told him that morning that he did not need to wait for Naiyuan and could eat first, Herohero had refused. He said that eating without everyone present was no fun.

"Then sorry, Herohero. If I oversleep next time, I'll leave it to you."

Naiyuan chuckled as he walked over to Herohero, then lay down on the sofa beside him.

"You bastard, you want me to be your alarm clock? Dream on."

Herohero was speechless. Naiyuan's shamelessness had refreshed his understanding. Even at a time like this, Naiyuan was thinking of making him free labor.

If he really agreed, Herohero was certain that, with Naiyuan's personality, he would follow through on it. If Herohero did not wake him, Naiyuan would keep sleeping until noon.

"Then leave it to me. I did it often enough before anyway."

Momonga looked at the two of them calmly, saying that he would be responsible for waking Naiyuan up from now on.

Since he had dragged Naiyuan out of bed every day before they came to the New World, he could be said to be highly experienced at the job.

"I can't believe I still have to trouble you, Momonga, even in the New World. I'm really sorry."

Thinking of how Momonga had pulled him up almost every day for decades, ensuring that he was never late for work, Naiyuan suddenly felt rather embarrassed.

"It's good that you know. If you get anything good in the future, make sure I'm the first to know, all right?"

"Hehe. Definitely, definitely!"