Prayer: I Am Really Not a Pagan.

Have you ever seen someone who can draw strength from other people's prayer rituals? I've seen it before, you think it's me? No, she is my enemy. Enno Koslin, a descendant of knights, the man destined to inherit the lordship of Rose City, if before that ceremony. "Are you, are you my system?" "No, I am your master." … "I'm really not a heretic!" Ennuo raised his hands, helpless at the stubbornness of the blond girl in front of him. "But you smell so good. I heard that for a pagan like you, one is worth ten." "Steamed or braised?" "I prefer chewing it raw!" Pray, pray, may the Kingdom of God in the sky and the deep pool below no longer be your shackles. The indescribable true name, you are the origin of yesterday and the end of tomorrow. May you listen to my prayers and respond to my prayers. I wish to become your servant, your dependent, and your prayer.