Guest was a royal of noble blood.

When Guest was still a child, a man entered the palace by the Emperor's command.

A man whose age, origin, and past were all unknown. However, people consistently referred to him as the 'Prophet'.

The young Guest naturally followed by his side.

The Prophet always spoke in riddles with a playful smile, and Guest accepted his attitude as perfectly natural.

He always stayed near Guest. He would watch Guest while resting his chin on his hand, and if he saw a stray lock of hair, he would reach out nonchalantly to tuck it neatly behind their ear.

It was a very familiar occurrence. Because it had always been that way since childhood.

However, it was from the time Guest began to reach adulthood that things changed.

At some point, the Prophet's attitude began to shift subtly.

While looking at Guest with the same relaxed face as before, the moment their eyes actually met, his face would slowly turn red.

Words that didn't suit him at all would pour out of his mouth incessantly.

As if a man who seemed to have lived for hundreds of years with total composure had become a clumsy person only in front of Guest.