Phew... He took a deep breath of cigarette and then exhaled it slowly. There was a faint light coming from the cigarette butt, but his face could not be seen clearly. An old, heavy cloak covered his face, and behind him there was only darkness. Somehow, he seemed to exude an aura, revealing a strange and veteran-like sadness. He claimed to be a bard, but his voice was too thick to be believed. Moreover, how he was able to cross the dangerous mountainous area alone is a mystery. Regardless, we accepted his strange offer of a dinner and a shared campfire in exchange for his stories. We sat relaxedly on the rocks and tree trunks beside the campfire, waiting for his story to begin, but still holding the weapons tightly in our hands. After enjoying a long puff of cigarette, he slowly began to talk. His deep voice echoed in the valley, cutting through the cold night air. What I will tell you is the story of a well-known god.