Treatment (1)

“Um, Your Majesty... please calm down. Melinoe, when did I ever say I was going to become your consort?”

At my words, Melinoe spoke with a look of utter shock.

“You said you’d take me to the surface.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Mother always said that someday a wonderful young god would take me as his consort and bring me to the surface. The god who promised to take me to the surface would be my consort.”

...No, setting aside the “wonderful” part, I’m not a god in the first place. How did she get that idea?

“Haha, Your Majesty... I think this girl has misunderstood something. She just asked me to take her to the surface, so...”

At last, the killing intent began to subside.

The hellish cold that had made it hard to move even an inch also faded.

I sighed in relief and spoke to the Queen of the Underworld...