"The Princess of Death…?" I echoed, confused.
"Fufu~ please, just call me Axilia," the girl giggled, covering her mouth. "Or something more intimate… if you prefer~"
"Uh… sorry, but your name tells me absolutely nothing," I retorted. "Where is this place? Am I still alive? Oh wait, if you're the Princess of Death… I guess not, huh? But, hm, how do I put it… I imagined hell to be… more hell-like."
"Fufu~ you're funny, darling~ but you aren't dead just yet," Axilia said, folding her arms. "This is still the Living Realm."
I stopped. "Did you just say… Realm?"
This girl… she knows about their existence.
"Hehe~ of course. I came from the Death Realm, after all. The ruler there is my father!"
I gulped and made a mental note not to get this girl's bad side.
"A-Ahem… anyway, how did I survive that fall? I shouldn't have been able to."
