His feet always treaded upon flowered paths adorned with sweet praises throughout his life. His name was hailed as that of the holy one, the one loved by the gods, the one who brought light to the world.

"Oh, holy one, please bless our child with thy divine light."

"Oh, holy one, please accept my confession of sin."

"I beg thee, bless this land."

"Your majesty..."

"Saint-"

"Please!"

The one loved by the gods and their followers? Nonsense. They only needed a scapegoat for their own selfish purposes. To be loved by the gods meant to be hurt and played with many times more than any other follower. To become a slave who surrenders their life and death only for the gods and their followers.

Blessing? No. He was just a wooden puppet played by the gods and exploited by their followers. The gods also need entertainment to fill the void in their days, don't they? How sad it is to be called the one who receives the blessings of the gods.