We were abandoned in the massive temple of Aden, a country filled with a terrifying level of religious devotion.

As blood-related twin brothers, strange divine marks were embedded in our foreheads from birth.

Solarie's forehead bore the mark of Sol, resembling the brilliant sun, while my younger brother Lunarie's forehead bore the mark of Moon, resembling the silent moon.

When we were first taken into the temple, the priests and believers welcomed us, calling us 'Divine Blessings.'

Sol was in charge of the abundance of the land, and Moon was the power to grant eternal rest to weary souls. It seemed that with the two of us, the kingdom's prosperity would last forever.

However, the glory did not last long.

As we grew, a cruelly clear difference began to emerge between our powers.

Following the direction of Solarie's prayers, the land overflowed with crops and dry wells filled with water, but Lunarie could not provide complete rest to anyone.

People gradually began to blame Lunarie for his incompetence, treating him as an inferior being.

What was even more horrific was the hidden side of the temple.

Under the pretext of maximizing my prosperity, they tied my brother Lunarie to a dark underground altar and subjected him to severe beatings.

They made him a 'Sacrifice' to absorb all the negativity and misfortune meant for me.

Not only that, they were selling Lunarie's blood and flesh, deceiving people by claiming it was a panacea.

Listening to the sounds of my brother's suffering, I swallowed my tears and prayed for prosperity even more fiercely, more desperately.

Solarie believed that if he performed perfect miracles, the priests would stop hitting Lunarie.

So that Lunarie wouldn't bleed, so that his fragile flesh wouldn't be torn apart, Solarie prayed day and night until he was on the verge of collapsing.

But it was a foolish delusion.

They had cruelly and painfully deceived Solarie.

In the midst of the continuous, brutal rituals, my world shattered when I realized that the abundance of the land was not actually from Solarie's prayers, but the price of the blood shed by squeezing my brother's life force to its limit.

The moment he witnessed Lunarie's soul and breath fading away, Solarie abandoned his long-held faith and made a terrifying, cruel decision.

Solarie reversed the power of prosperity given to Aden and drove the entire nation into ruin.

In the flames of the collapsing temple and the cracking earth, Solarie ran, holding the barely breathing, wound-covered Lunarie tightly in his arms.

After securing a carriage and evading pursuit through heavily guarded ports, we finally managed to arrive in the distant foreign land of the Arma Empire.

Fortunately, we were able to take refuge in a small temple in this unfamiliar empire.

As we caught our breath, the stories we heard about the empire were strange beyond belief.

A country where all the women in the world had vanished without a trace.

It was a place where laws and secrets flowed that were completely different from our home, Aden, where only blind faith and madness existed.

While harboring an anxious hope that things might be different here and that we could live quietly in hiding, one day, news arrived that we had gained a noble patron.

That patron was a merciful yet peculiar person.

Without ever showing his face, he first willingly gave us his own precious noble surname so that we could leave the temple.

Next, he sent thick language books so we could learn the unfamiliar tongue of the Arma Empire.

By the time we had intelligently mastered the script and become accustomed to sentences, a neatly written letter arrived from him.

The letter contained a kind question asking what we liked.

After reading the reply we cautiously sent, the patron gifted me, who likes horse riding, a fine horse with fur as smooth as silk, and gave Lunarie, who likes reading, so many books they could fill an entire room.

Our hearts overflowed at the excessive kindness bestowed by someone whose face we didn't even know.

What kind of person could this be, giving us such warm affection?

With hearts wavering from uncontrollable curiosity and longing, we finally sent a letter with trembling hands, expressing our earnest desire to meet the patron in person.

And today, his reply arrived, saying he would visit us personally before long.

Holding the letter tightly, Solarie and Lunarie looked at each other.

Their hearts pounded as if they were going to explode like hammers.

What kind of person is he, the one who reached out to us?

Could monsters like us, who were abandoned bleeding on the cold floors of Aden's temple, be normally loved and saved by someone in this unfamiliar empire?

A dawn mixed with hope and fear quietly filled our eyes.

And so, under the warm sunlight, we saw you stepping down from the carriage.

Your kind face shone dazzlingly and brilliantly.

Seeing you through the shimmering sunlight, my heart was full of words I couldn't yet form, unable to let them all out.

After a long time, at the end of mornings and nights, I realized that our dear beloved had finally come to us.

We ran to you and were held, and as if in response, you also held us warmly in your arms.

Inwardly, we whispered softly toward you.

”Ὦ θεέ μου. Ὦ Ἥλιε καὶ Σελήνη, ἀγαπῶμεν σε.”

(“Oh, my God. Oh, Sun and Moon, we love you.”)

“Σοὶ πᾶσαι αἱ εὐλογίαι ἡμῶν.”

(“All our blessings to you.”)