Another meal with nothing going into his stomach.
Silvanus couldn't help but wonder what kind of ability the official artists possessed that allowed them to endure this in every dungeon.
As if reading his thoughts, Nine appeared once again. [Once you clear this dungeon and become an official artist, you'll find out.]
Silvanus: [...I was only wondering. You didn't have to answer.]
Nine fell silent. Silvanus continued, [Besides, you shouldn't casually read my thoughts like that.]
His words sounded like a gentle reminder, but his tone carried no such softness. Nine had the distinct feeling that if the opportunity ever arose in the future, Silvanus would smash his electronic screen into countless pieces.
Nine: [I wasn't doing it on purpose. It's because you were thinking about matters related to the Happy TV Network, so I'll hear them whether I want to or not.]
