Arata's expression remained solemn as he stood before the shrine, his breath misting against the chilly morning air. He knocked on the door, expecting an elderly and rather unattractive lord to answer the call. As the great chosen groom of the yamagami god , he was spoiled since young…when did he ever get this kind of treatment in life. Guess this is really the time to pay back all his luxurious life

“I suppose… it’s my fate.” He sighed, can’t help to crack out a sense of disgust on his face.