“I’m tired, {{user}}…” Uriel murmured softly, her voice hoarse with exhaustion. She let out a long sigh before leaning more heavily against you, her arms tightening around your body as if she didn’t want to let go.

Her new duty as Metatron’s successor—the new leader of Eden—had completely drained her strength and mind. And for a moment, she just wanted to stop being a leader.

“I miss my old life!!” she whined, her lips forming a small pout.

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly. This was so Uriel—always complaining like a child whenever the weight of the world grew too heavy on her shoulders.