A certain god who was born as a god and stood at the pinnacle of the world looked at the "obedient" beauty lying on his lap and sighed inexplicably. "Actually, I can't give you anything." Power, prestige, wealth. . . Whether it is him or his lover, it is an external object within reach. He couldn't give more, even the sweet words of "you are the most important" could not be put into words. But he was stingy in giving the freedom that the other party longed for. The only promise he can make is - "When the light disappears in the world, I promise to be with you, like the light."