/ "I have an enemy, and it's him."
"I have a friend who is also him."/
In the ancient continent of Figol, the Court of Light and the Abyss Religion have been in conflict with each other since ancient times, each worshiping different gods. Because of the repulsiveness of the elements and the hostility of his own gods, he never wanted to see each other.
But it just so happened that the president of the court and the leader of the cult this time were old acquaintances. Therefore, although they fight hard on weekdays, in private, they all harbor inexplicable emotions.
/ Red and black flowers sprouted from the ground and vines wrapped around their legs. The spikes on the vines pierced the skin and oozed blood.
"Lord Holy Son," Tanggula raised his head, clasped his hands behind his back, and fully taunted, "I haven't seen you for a while, why are you so careless? Sleep peacefully."
Bunic blinked, unable to resist the sleepiness, he closed his eyes and lay back on the ground.
The young man hummed a song and walked to the white-haired saint with his eyes closed.
Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss on his forehead almost reverently.
"Wish you a sweet dream, my dear..."/
Motto: Love will eventually be rewarded.