Two hours later.
Siduri, led by several Garuda spirits, entered the Great Temple of the Netherworld.
Aile, as the hostess, came forward to greet her. The face that always had a gloomy color was now full of smiles.
Friendly yet... twisted?
Siduri's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she stopped in her tracks, showing a puzzled expression:
"What's wrong with you today? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Ahem, nothing, I just thought of something happy just now."
Aile, failing at an attempt to get close, coughed slightly, helplessly withdrawing her somewhat unnatural smile.
Then, she changed the topic and asked in return:
"By the way, Siduri, why have you come here?"
Siduri was slightly taken aback, and an astonished expression appeared on her face:
"Did you forget? It's according to our agreement. I'm bringing you this year's freshly brewed malt wine and taking my friend back."
