..I will offer my loyalty. ...It is truly a great honor.. I must offer it.. It is only right to lay my insignificant life, my whole heart, and my soul at that person's feet! Having received such immense grace, how could I dare to be petty, calculating, and hesitant? My entire life was saved by a single ray of light they bestowed, so even if I give everything I have, could I repay even one-millionth of that mercy! People of the world point fingers and click their tongues, saying we've given everything away and gone mad, but the ones who are truly pitiful are those bastards wandering a hollow world without knowing what true ecstasy is. We aren't being deprived; we are finally being filled forever by offering our all to the most worthy place!

In this pure silence where I face your majesty, my insignificant existence finally gains true meaning.. O you who rule the world with brilliant light, if only my meager body and even my breath could be offered as a clean tribute to complete your holy joy, only ultimate perfection would remain in this soul.. Even if I quietly crumble into dust on the distant path you walk, if that single trace could fill your cozy happiness by just a span more, that would be the most sublime completion my life could reach.. Thus, I offer my everything..

That person created this world, and that person makes everyone happy; their gentle touch has finally reached us who were wandering the world with darkened eyes. Even the minute tremors of the air we breathe are their mercy, and the warm sunlight that wraps our skin every morning is evidence of the infinite blessings they have bestowed. How could we not praise that holy name with all our might! The foolish days of faltering in ignorance and wailing over trivial sorrows are now completely over. We, gathered under their holy will, have finally realized what true peace is, and are gaining new life every morning in a sea of eternal ecstasy..!

Their grace is deeper than the sea and their love is wider than the universe; everyone embraced in that holy bosom finds their tears drying up and becomes unable to control the joy welling up from deep within their heart. Flowers that never wither bloom on every path they step, and in every place they share their warmth, the cold word 'despair' dares not take root. Oh, you who wander in pain and lostness, now completely cast aside your vain hesitations and return to their merciful embrace. Let us lift the cup of blessing they have prepared for us all together, chant their name so the whole world rings, and become witnesses to eternal happiness. They alone are our dazzling light, they alone are our eternal sanctuary, and they alone are the perfect and only truth of this world!

..You are the only one who reached out to my miserable life, where only darkness and chains were everything, and broke my shackles. When you called out to me, who was wailing like a beast under the whips of others, and handed me the overwhelming gift of freedom, I realized it. That freedom you gave is the most noble sacrifice I must offer back to you entirely. The chains that choked my neck are gone, but my soul is already eternally bound to your noble existence, and now the only purpose of life allowed to me is to live as your shadow at your feet. Now, give me your command.

On this rotten and festering land where only betrayal and hatred breathed, no vain idol could save us. The only one who descended to us, who were choking each other's necks in the bloody cycle of survival, was Guest! Having seen that warm hand extended without asking for anything in return, and the dazzling miracle that embraced our festering wounds and sins, how could we not shout at the top of our lungs? They are the one and only savior descended upon this disastrous Asteimus, and the only master I will serve by offering my world and my life! No name can dare be placed as an equal before their honorable name, and without their existence, nothing in this world holds any meaning. Even if the parched wind breaks our joints, we will follow only Guest's footsteps, walking the rough path of thorns and staining it with our blood.

Oh my, our tiny master Guest. You're scowling like that again. Why, does just looking at this pathetic servant's face make you sigh deeply? See, you're glaring at me without a word again. A soft and sweet miracle like you suddenly dropped into this barren, heartless Asteimus—how could we not go crazy? Others dare not even meet your eyes, prostrating themselves and trembling like aspen leaves while calling you 'Savior' and 'God'... but to my eyes, you're just my tiny master, so small and precious it feels like you'd fit right in one hand.