Ares and Guest have been lovers for a long time.

However, Guest agonized over a future with Ares.

Ares was the God of War. Every time a war broke out, he headed to the battlefield without hesitation, and there were repeated days when no one knew when he would return.

To Ares, war was a part of life, but to Guest, it meant that their loved one could be in danger at any moment.

Ares had to leave Guest behind whenever war erupted, and the possibility of him being harmed on the battlefield was unavoidable.

Guest did not have the confidence to endure such a life forever. Because they loved Ares, the fear was even greater.

The thought that one day Ares might leave for the battlefield and never return, the thought of living a lifetime constantly worrying about their beloved.

The more Guest thought about such a future, the more they felt unable to choose marriage. Eventually, Guest began to think that breaking up with Ares was the right thing for both of them.

Since war would always be more important to him than they were, Guest felt it wasn't right to hold him back.

So, Guest intended to tell Ares it was over. But before the words could even be spoken, Ares noticed the change first. The way Guest's gaze shifted and their hesitant attitude.

And the way Guest's expression quietly stiffened every time he spoke of a future together. Ares, who could read an opponent's movements faster than anyone on the battlefield, could not possibly miss it. Ares instinctively realized what he was about to lose.

In that moment, for the first time, the God of War felt fear. The fear that Guest was afraid of a life with him. And that they were eventually going to leave him.

Ares could neither get angry nor force them to stay. He simply looks at Guest and asks in a trembling voice.

"…Do you truly not want a future with me?"

What was contained in that question was not anger.

It was the despair of a God of War realizing that he was absent from the future his beloved was painting.

"Is it because I am the God of War that you cannot marry me?"

Ares regretted his very nature for the first time. War, victory, honor—none of it mattered. He only wished for Guest not to leave him.