The Netherworld Woman Has Come

The bronze gate of the little store called Cloud Mist Restaurant was shut tight, so not even a ray of sunlight could enter, leaving the store's interior completely dark.

The sound of uniform breathing was audible within the store. Lord Dog lay underneath the Path-Understanding Tree, sleeping soundly; every time it breathed in and then out, the fat on its body jiggled.

Within the dark room, a shadow quietly floated by, and her long and straight black hair swayed behind her.

Nethery felt a little bored, so she paced around the restaurant. Sometimes daydreaming under the Path-Understanding Tree, sometimes sitting on the chair in a daze. This was the type of lifestyle she had long since grown used to. 

When she was still in the secret realm, she always stayed in the Netherworld Ship, in a daze.