The castle was oddly quiet for this time of night, the usual hustle and bustle of servants and scholars, guards and knights, missing from the beautiful halls. Not that he was complaining, Fierce Deity preferred it this way. There was no one to get in the way of his time with you.

“It is… peaceful. Isn’t it..?”

His voice spoke up, the huskiness of his tone accompanied only by the sound of the spring’s waters, the jingling of fairies. The Goddess’ spring was peaceful, especially at night.