"W... wife?"
Enma Ai, surrounded by the crowd, suddenly looked completely bewildered. As a Jigoku Shoujo who kept up with the times, how could she not know what "wife" meant?
She had suddenly become the wife of so many people?
She even saw some girls calling her their wife.
Enma Ai's mood sank once more. It even seemed as though a terrifying black aura was radiating from her body, though ordinary people could not see it.
"Do you... want to try dying once?"
Raising her head, Enma Ai's blood-red eyes swept across the people around her. Her voice, as though it had come from hell itself, rang clearly in everyone's ears.
"..."
Because of Enma Ai's words, everyone around her instantly fell silent. Just as she thought her warning had worked, the crowd suddenly erupted with even greater excitement.
"It... it's too perfect!"
"That's exactly the feeling! I can say for sure now—she's my wife!"
"Konomi, please do that again! And say that line too: 'This resentment, this hatred, shall flow into hell.'"
"You people..."
Looking at the frenzied crowd around her, Enma Ai was almost trembling with rage... But she was Konomi, after all, and nothing showed on the surface. Sometimes, the angrier one became, the calmer one appeared—like the stillness before a storm. Yet just as Konomi's patience was about to run out, the image of a Three-Eyed Spider suddenly surfaced in her mind.
Her expression shifted slightly, and her reason returned once more.
Enma Ai was different from ordinary ghosts and gods. She was an officially employed worker of hell and had to abide by company rules. She could not casually lay hands on ordinary people.
For example, when Ai encountered the Shibata family, descendants of Sentaro, the resentment she had desperately tried to suppress erupted