Master, His Style of Painting Is Wrong

Am I not dead? Whose killer brought me almost to death. From the cemetery to the world again, praying for rain is already close at hand. Praying for rain is an ancient tradition, and the most noble holy messenger is used as a sacrifice, and the holy messenger is me. By chance or necessity, I met the leader of the Demon Cult. He was cold, handsome, cruel and ruthless. By chance, the holy sacrifice fell into his arms.