Europa-papal Kingdom
In the quiet and pleasant courtyard, the morning light was warm and warm. A beautiful young man sat under a tree, staring at the sun in a daze.
His pure golden pupils were dyed with a layer of luster, as if there were tiny golden threads blooming from the depths of his pupils.
"Michael, why are you hiding here?"
Two figures came together, their bright golden hair shaking gently with their steps, showing their good mood.
Michael retracted his gaze and looked at his two companions.
"I'm fine. Just look at the sun."
"Stop looking, I have something good for you!"
Grace raised her index finger, and a mysterious rune mark slowly condensed between her fingers.
Raphael, who had come with her, looked at it with envy and pouted.
"A Summoner's seal?"
The beautiful young man looked at the spinning mark and was a little curious.
