‘...Child. ...Awake.’

Despite the beautiful voice filling his mind, Prete's consciousness remained deeply asleep.

‘My child. You still have things to do. Wake up.’

It was unclear whether the scene he had engraved in his eyes was too beautiful for him to handle or if he was too busy imprinting that sight in his mind, but one thing was certain: his mind was trapped in a deep mire.

Even when his goddess called out to him earnestly, he couldn’t awaken.

‘My child... Haah. Wake up! You promised to keep a portrait of the child whom Armadish claimed for himself! I …