My name is Milo, a Scorpio Golden Saint, and I am just eight years old this year.
I was born on the sunny island of Melos. In the spring, I received the appointment letter from the sanctuary and came here.
To be honest, I'm not interested in goddesses or anything like that, but I've had a restless temper since I was a child, so walking around would suit my taste.
... Only when I came here did I realize that besides the cold-feeling women with masks, there were men wearing armor, and all the muscles in their brains were mushy. It was very different from my original imagination... Moreover, the longer I stayed in this place in the sanctuary, the more I discovered: In fact, this is just a huge ruined temple housing a goddess statue. I heard that the remaining quasi-gold saints will gather here together recently, and I can't help but feel a little happy: wouldn't it be more fun to watch more people living in this ruined temple and regretting it together than being miserable alone?
With this idea in mind, I spent a few more days in the cold Scorpio Palace... I'm not complaining. Next time I want to change somewhere to be happy and carefree, I must find out the details, so as not to meet such a troublesome Pope again. When I don't want to play, I can't just leave... Oh, who made me young and ignorant?
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Well, Milo was also a porcelain doll when he was a child.
Well, Milo was also a porcelain doll when he was a child.