The last god in this world saw a blood-eyed baby girl from the witch tribe when he was deducing destiny. She was sacrificed at birth, but he rescued her and left her to be raised by the demons, watching with cold eyes.
As the teacher in white, he taught her swordsmanship in the illusion. In eight years, he watched her become sharper inch by inch, and he never looked away. Like a father, like a teacher, like a brother. It wasn't until she came of age that he held her in his arms for the first time as a man. At that moment, he realized that the gaze that started as a calculation had grown into something else.
When the prince met her, she pretended to be a mute guard. He fell in love at first sight, but soon received news of her death. For several years, he cast his thoughts on a guard with a similar appearance, letting rumors spread and letting the guard be killed by his father's staff. On the day of reunion, he said: I can die, but you must live.
She thought this was the answer. She didn't know that the prince's deep affection contained guilt for another person, and she regarded this heavy feeling as love itself.
The sage doesn't know how to express his feelings, the prince doesn't know how to restrain himself, and she doesn't know how to distinguish. Everyone loves in their own way, but they don't match what each other needs most.
Concept: Both humans and gods are looking for love, but love is often misplaced and unavailable