『…What? You’re coming back from where?』The long-haired man, Jörmungandr, wondered if he was hearing things right. He was already feeling quite uncomfortable having polymorphed into a human form, which he wasn't familiar with, but the words of his little sister, Hel, made him dumbfounded for a moment.

『Brother.』Unaffected, Hel was sitting on a sofa with her feet on the table as she applied nail polish to her fingernails. 

『What…?』

『Are your eardrums blocked?』

『…』

『So annoying. Why do you keep making me repeat myself?』

Jörmungandr had a strong urge to smack the back of the head of this troublemaker. Hel was unaware of his feelings, busy examining her nails. Her index fingernail was sparkling more brilliantly than usual, most likely because she had used a polish that was made of finely grated rubies. 

『I went to that princess palace or whatever it’s called.』

『Exactly, why did you…!』

『Duh. I went to give her a letter.』

Jörmungandr barely contained the curses that were about to pour out. 

『You don’t know me? I’m Hel. The...