Akutabe's deadpan refusal to acknowledge how absurd his life has become is the entire joke, and it never wears out. Rinko keeps failing upward into situations that should be catastrophic, but the show treats her genuine effort to learn demon summoning with the same flat-voiced patience a teacher gives a student who keeps getting the math wrong. The two demons she accidentally summons aren't there to cause chaos, they're there to watch her fumble through the basics while everyone else acts like this is a normal Tuesday.
Rinko Sakuma dreams of becoming a proper supernatural investigator under the tutelage of the great detective Akutabe, but her demon-summoning skills are spectacularly nonexistent. That changes the day she accidentally conjures not one but two demons instead of the single reliable assistant she was aiming for. One is Azazel, a crude and vulgar creature with zero respect for personal boundaries. The other is Beelzebub, a more composed demon who at least pretends to follow some basic rules of civility. Now stuck managing this chaotic supernatural household, Rinko finds herself caught between Akutabe's increasingly absurd cases, Azazel's relentless harassment, and Beelzebub's bemused observations about human behavior. What should be a learning experience becomes a constant battle for survival and sanity. The jokes come fast and dark, the situations escalate into complete absurdity, and nothing about Rinko's career path goes according to plan. This is comedy that doesn't pull punches, built on the cringe factor of watching someone slowly lose her grip on professionalism while demons treat her apartment like their personal playground.