The fields were a beautiful painting, and the tranquil farm was a lovely poem.
In a spring that would never pass, the fields were like a beautiful scroll painting.
The crops poked their little heads out of the soil like curious children looking out at the world. Flowers bloomed along the edges of the fields, some red as fire, some yellow as gold, and some white as snow.
A breeze blew by, and the flowers swayed in the wind as though waving to the slowly descending Fallen Angel.
This was a Paradise. No one planted rice here, and naturally no one harvested it either. Everything remained in its vibrant, initial state.
There were also many little animals in the fields, such as rabbits and fawns. Logically speaking, timid creatures like deer would never approach a farm where people lived, but this was a world with a god, after all.
The girl wanted deer, so deer existed.
When the beautiful blond man saw her, the girl with a bob haircut was having a picnic beneath a large tree beside the fields. Her companions were a Centaur and a short-limbed Porcupine.
They were sharing vegetable sandwiches from a basket, along with sweetened tea from a lovely teapot.
"Ah, tea spilled on my jeans. It's so hot!" the Centaur said, shaking his leg. Sitting on his knees on the tiny picnic blanket, he was rather cramped for space.
But Porcupine immediately reached out with his paws to rub it for him, then blew on the spot with his pointed snout. His adorable appearance seemed to make the pain fly away at once, and everyone broke into happy smiles.
If one had to ask who was describing all of this—
"Surprise. Of course it's me. I've been waiting for you, Lucifer." The girl in