The Puppet Saint Only Wants to Kidnap the Dragon-Born Girl

Wendy, the Holy Son of the Church, is a bird tied with a golden chain. Daily prayers, daily blessings, daily nods to Archbishop Gregory's smirk. His life is a script that has been written, with no surprises and no end. Until the dragonborn girl was brought to him. Her name was Estelle, her hands and feet were shackled with red-light shackles, and her purple pupils were full of hostility. The bread she made was burnt, the tea she made was bitter, and she looked at him like he was looking at garbage. But every time she gets angry, the shackles glow. Every time it glows, her body trembles. And Wendy saw it every time. Wendy didn't know what the gift meant. All he knew was that when he placed the refilled cup of black tea in front of her, she clenched her hand on the edge of the table and slowly loosened it. There is a conspiracy hidden deep in the church, and the dragonborn has secrets locked in his body. And the two imprisoned people are planning an escape.