"Why are there living people?"
"A living person! One of the living! Aahhh~~"
"So jealous! So jealous!"
"Why were we the ones who died, and not you? Why did we have to die such miserable deaths while you still get to live?"
"Kill her! Kill her! Any living being who enters the Underworld should become one of us!"
Wave after wave of howls rose from the dead who had surrounded her.
It was the hatred the dead bore toward the living, their envy of the living, the powerful resentment born of miserable deaths—the manifestation of the boundary between life and death.
Faced with such intense hatred and resentment, it could no longer be summed up with a simple "what grudge do you have against me?"
The dead's envy of the living was simply this unreasonable, as unchangeable as a creature's instinct.
Moreover, these undead had revealed a shocking piece of information, leaving both the people of the real world and Fujimaru Tachibana stunned.
"The Underworld!? This is the Underworld!? Why did I end up in the Underworld?"
Fujimaru Tachibana wore a bewildered expression as she instinctively looked again at the deep, dark world around her.
Then she subconsciously looked at her wrist, intending to contact Chaldea.
But she discovered that the electronic watch that should have been on her wrist was gone.
This left Fujimaru Tachibana astonished. It had clearly still been there just moments ago. And after arriving in this land of the Underworld, nothing else about her had changed—her clothes had come along, and even Fou was here—so why was the watch gone?
Had someone secretly taken off her watch when she accidentally entered the realm of the dead?
The first thing that came to Fujimaru Tachibana's mind was the Underworld goddess, because in this kingdom belonging to