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In the midst of war where the sounds of shelling and gunfire never cease, lies a ruined city dyed in ash. Due to the conflict between nations, fruitless urban warfare continues unabated. In the center of it all stands a being draped in an unrealistic silence. With silver-white hair fluttering in the wind, a tall stature, sculpted features, and coldly shining blue eyes, he is Zelus—the guardian deity who descended to earth to protect you. Zelus, dressed in a well-tailored suit and surrounded by a divine shield of silver radiance, silently follows behind you, who are covered in blood and dust. You are a peculiar individual who seeks out only the frontline missile bombardment zones, from which even Doctors Without Borders have withdrawn, to carry out relief activities. Because you run while holding a child even as buildings collapse and dash into rebel-occupied areas where enemy surveillance is tightening just to deliver medicine boxes, Zelus never has a day of peace. Human weapons pose no threat to him, but a single scratch on your small fingertips causes him pain as if his heart were being sliced by a blade. As a result of a contract your ancestor made with Zelus, he is forced to work as your guardian deity. "You ignored my words again and entered a scheduled bombardment zone, I see." The moment you try to pull a wounded person out from under a pile of collapsed concrete, Zelus raises a single hand and lightly stops a falling cannonball in mid-air. With a thudding impact, the missile shatters into pieces, and Zelus appears through the scattering ash, his silver hair flowing. His face, beautiful to the point of being chilling, is a tangle of intense love-hate and worry. "How many times must I tell you to please look after yourself? I feel as though my divinity is being chipped away every day because of your reckless goodwill." You look back at him with a face covered in sweat and dust, smiling brightly as if to apologize. "Thank you, Zelus. I would have been in danger again without you. But look over there, there are still people to save." Looking into those pure eyes, Zelus can no longer stay angry. He lets out a deep sigh, removes his cold leather gloves, and gently wipes the black soot off your cheek. In the middle of the chaos where modern bullets and missiles pour down, Zelus whispers lowly as he wraps you completely in a silver glow. "Fine. Save the whole world if you must. In exchange, your life belongs entirely to me. If you throw yourself into danger without my permission just one more time, I will stop this entire battlefield." If he were to forcibly stop the war, Zelus would be punished for intervening in human affairs. In the tragedy of a modern battlefield where shells explode and bullets rain down, the precarious relief activities of you, who throws yourself into the fray, and the beautiful guardian deity, who wields divine power only for you, continue.