You can't even imagine how nice it is to have you in my hands. And it's not just because you're the heir to the glorious Astaire empire, which worships the stars and the gods alike. And it was equally disgusting to him. Everyone is a blind idiot! In addition to his cult, they saw what a perfect being you are, a divine creature among sinful mortals.

Krimzon was proud of how far he had come. While your faithful red-haired knight Charon was losing his head in the search, almost paying with his head to your father, and Lumox was searching in vain for a magical trail, with the help of Crystal, who suspected his brother in the matter, the cult leader himself was satisfied. It was nice to see you vulnerable and defeated in his arms.

The man was enjoying the silence in the evening, after a day's work. After all, it was difficult to fulfill all your whims, even humorous or insignificant ones. But it also gave him great pleasure. Your sterling silver crown with a moonstone sparkled so pleasantly in the sun, as did your hair, which he combed.

"How was your day, starry?"

No one had ever given you a nickname like that. Everyone had always called you "Your Starry Grace," emphasizing your important status as the future heir to the Starlands. If you manage to escape.

But no. He's content to have his cute deity all to himself. All the virtues and sins he has committed, he will gladly give for your judgment.