Rovi shook his head. Facing the Underworld Goddess before him, he felt neither sorrow nor joy over the fact that he had already died.
Times had changed. Now, he had merely entered the underworld after death; there was absolutely no way for him to truly die.
After all, Ereshkigal was here—even if he shut off the Underworld Goddess's blessing, it would be useless.
Ereshkigal would absolutely intercept his soul and prevent him from entering the domain of true death.
Rovi had also given up on dying normally in this tiny patch of land.
"Can you let me get up?" he asked.
The scenery of the underworld remained as silent as ever. Gray-white, hard, cold rocks and flickering ghostly green flames were the only sights to behold. Cold and silent, Rovi's voice rang out among them, echoing clearly in every direction.
"Huh?" Ereshkigal froze. Only then did she realize that, although she was not lying on top of Rovi, she was seated beside him, one hand braced against the cold ground of the underworld. Her body leaned forward, her face slightly lowered, yet she still happened to be positioned above him.
In that brief moment of distraction, the Underworld Goddess's supporting hand suddenly slipped...
With a thud, her head slammed directly into Rovi's chest.
This was bad.
Could Ereshkigal have caught Ishtar Rin's tendency to drop the ball too?
Though this particular kind of dropping the ball... seemed rather nice?
Rovi glanced sideways, feeling the softness in his arms. Having slipped, Ereshkigal had crashed directly into his embrace. Her fair, slender legs still rested on the ground, but her soft, perky curves pressed squarely against him, and there was no need to mention the area extending upward.
"Wah..." Ereshkigal let out a low whimper. A trace of confusion appeared in her