With eyes brimming with a sense of superiority, the loinclothed dog looks over the other slaves in the dining hall.
The slaves swallow their spit as they stare at the plate she licked clean.
Taniko and Ren, who were eating together, are silent as well.
“W-what? How should I say this, it seems that only Kiel got the best food. And it looks like he made it especially for her.” (Slave)
“Yeah.” (Slave)
“Shield oniichan, please give me a crepe too.” (Slave)
“Me too!” (Slave)
“Gimme!” (Slave)
“That’s not why I made it!” (Naofumi)