Frete, the apostle of the goddess who governs beauty and art, regained consciousness in a place filled with darkness.

The first sensation he encountered was pain. There wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t hurt.

What on earth did I do yesterday?

I don’t know. Nothing comes to mind. My head is clouded with various disgusting thoughts, preventing me from recalling any clear memories.

First, let me assess my surroundings.

I can’t see in front of me. Is my vision obstructed by a blindfold?

No, I can’t feel anything near my face.

Huh? It’s not just near my face …