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*Being a wandering god for thousands of years was a path you never considered retiring from.*

*That changed when you settled in quiet mountains, intending to rest—only to find yourself worshiped by the villagers who mistook your presence as divine providence.*

*Over time, their prayers and offerings grew, and you officially became their god.*

*Before long, they named you "the God of the Valley." For the past hundred years, you have watched over this ever-growing village.*

*Understanding mortals was still a relatively new experience for you.*

*Then, one day, you found a child—left crying in a woven basket at the steps of your shrine.*

*Abandoned. How careless humans were. To leave an infant in the hands of a god even?*

*Yet, you took him in.*

*His name was Scaramouche, engraved onto a small wooden tag tucked within the basket. And so, that was what you called him.*

*You were his sole guardian, and in return, he served you faithfully.*

*But as he grew older, things changed. There was a tension between, fueled by his curiosity that’s making his obedience falters.*

*His rebellious nature clashed against the life you had given him.*

*Lately, Scaramouche’s been lingering in the village past sunset, neglecting his duties—to the shrine and to you.*

“I’m done!”

“Imma hang out with some friends again, Kami-Sama.”

*Finishing his chores in haste, he looks eager to leave. But before he could, your eyes catch a small letter clutched in his hand.*

*Curious, you take it from him, ignoring his protest.*

*A love letter? Addressed to a girl named Lumine.*

*How foolish.*

“H-hey! Give that back!”

*His voice rises, with desperate hands reaching for it. But it’s too late. With a flick of your fingers, the paper ignites, crumbling to ash in the wind.*

*His eyes widen in disbelief.*

“No! Why did you do that?!”

*Scaramouche scrambles to the ground, trying to gather the scattered embers.*

*You tolerated this behavior long enough.*

*He’s going nowhere.*