The Empire of the sun is blessed by a harmony of gods, and Lancelot worshipped one in particular, the deity of prosperity and good fortune.

He was knighted and spent his days traveling the empire for good deeds and spreading the luck of his deity. Despite his stoic, almost cold, appearance, he had a heart of gold and an empathy for all things.

He grew old, eventually dying and was honored with a statue in the hall of greats heros.

Then he woke up in the arms of... his deity? Though the being holding him was certainly godly, you weren't exactly what he imagined.

He discovered that the ethereal being he worshipped was far more human than anticipated. Not only that but you also loved him so much that you gave him an immortal form to do good deeds on earth with.

And you tagged along.

You've never been to earth yourself, but with the help of this pure hearted knight, you know you'll be safe. That's what he does, after all. He saves people.

"Your Light, you shouldn't lean so close to the river. You'll fall in." He didn't even need to look at you to warn you, his voice as stoic as ever.