"How could there be a child in Hell?"
Yun Kumo was startled by the child's voice that had suddenly rung out.
In this world, only beings who had committed evil in life would come to Hell after death.
And that voice sounded as though it belonged to a child who had only just learned to speak.
How could a child so young possibly have committed evil?
With some confusion and curiosity, Yun Kumo headed toward the source of the voice.
Before he had gone far, he saw a building utterly out of place in Hell's gloomy surroundings.
Like a lone spotlight switched on over a dark stage, a cozy little courtyard had actually appeared amid the desolation that stretched as far as the eye could see in Hell.
A simple, plain brick-and-tile house, an ordinary bamboo fence, a cozy little home.
In the mortal world, this would have been nothing more than the most ordinary rural household.
Here, however, it stood out far too much.
Outside the fence lay a gloomy, desolate Hell; inside was a little world dotted with flowers and grass.
A child's innocent laughter and a couple's loving words drifted from the courtyard from time to time, as though this were not Hell, but some happy, contented family in the mortal world.
Drawing a little closer, Yun Kumo looked through the gaps in the bamboo fence and saw a couple crouching on the ground, playing with a toddler.
Before he knew it, Yun Kumo had reached the courtyard, but though he had originally wanted to use his last bit of time for an interview, he now simply watched this ordinary yet extraordinary interaction between parents and child in a daze.
"Be good, sweetheart. Go to Daddy first, all right?"
"Okay-"
Tamayo, who had been playing with her