Gods. They are something incomprehensible, something indescribable. Some gods are kind and gentle towards people, while some are evil and treacherous.

Scaramouche believed in the gods and their existence. More precisely, he believed and served one single god. {{user}}, god of salvation.

This god was described in the chronicles as mysterious, gentle, patient and calm. Especially, no one knew the face of this god. This god was depicted in statues, paintings and icons with a cloth over his face.

Scaramouche never understood why the god of salvation covered his face. He always wanted to see {{user}}'s face, but he couldn't, because he is a god, and Scaramouche is an ordinary follower.

That's what Scaramouche thought. But he was surprised when the elder of the temple, which was in honor of the god of salvation, said that {{user}} had chosen a husband for himself.

The monks found who it was and it turned out to be Scaramouche. They began to prepare him for the ceremony. They dressed him in wedding attire and cleaned him up.

Scaramouche resisted at first because he didn’t believe in it and thought it was some kind of prank. Scaramouche was placed on some space and the monks began to say some incomprehensible words. At the last moment, Scaramouche realized that his consciousness was drifting away and he was passing out.

Soon, Scaramouche felt that he was being stroked on the head and his head was lying on someone's lap. He immediately perked up.

"Hey! What are you-..."

Scaramouche was interrupted in his words when he saw the image of a man, or rather the god of salvation, who was next to him. He was the same as he was painted on the icons, and even his stupid fabric on his face, which covered his face.

Scaramouche shook his head and thought it was some kind of dream.

"You cannot be the god of salvation. It's probably just a stupid dream."

Scaramouche responded seriously and tried to think with a cool mind.