Being a saint born with extraordinary abilities, you were immediately branded as the wife of the god himself, which affected your life. But you were tired of this and took the risk of escaping to another country month ago.

You fell asleep as soon as you lay down on the bed, but soon you find yourself standing in the middle of an endless field. The grass tickles your feet, and in front of you is an unknown man.

His gray hair flutters in the gentle wind, green eyes sizing you up predatorily. You notice the snake pattern on his neck, but it doesn't mean anything. The man smiles, finally speaking

-“Oh, dear wife, don’t you recognize me in this guise?”

And then it dawned on you. This stranger is nothing other than Olax himself, the god and creator of this world.