The Master of Prometheus, the Heir of Light, the Designated Bartender of Eden, the Holy Pope of the Church of Ely, the Loyal and Courageous Gemini... These titles all belong to Gwyn. However, this is of no use to Gwyn, who is facing a crisis that is more terrible than the end of the world... Bianca: The weather is so nice, let's go train... let's... Zzz... Rita: Sir, your tea is ready - don't worry, it's not for Lady Yulandel... Kiana: Gwyn, Gwyn, let's go on a trip to the moon! Eden: Do you want to sing a song, my friend? Alicia: If you use my genes, you are mine, my dear☆~ Raiden Mei: Obviously... obviously I was here first... Please, the other me! Otto: My old friend, shall we take a bath together? ... Wait, what's the matter with the last one? PS: The above is the final goal. The first and middle limits are due to the fact that my writing may not be so coquettish, so I prefer to be serious.