The Prison of Eternity—it was the destination of the gods who sinned. It was rumored that there were more than one or two gods who could never escape from this dark prison and had been forgotten. 

“You don’t have to be self-conscious. Cry as much as you want.” 

Hexetia’s attitude when comforting the angel was very kind. As expected of the blacksmithing god, he recognized the identity of the angel instantly. The smell of cold metal... 

The smell that Hexetia longed for had permeated the angel’s body. 

Flinch. 

The amount of flames flowing from Hexetia’s nipples naturally increased. 

“Angels who regain their memories usually weep like you. I couldn’t understand the meaning of these tears in the past, but now I think I vaguely understand. You must miss it.” 

Yearning for something. It was an emotion that a god inherently couldn’t feel. 

However, Hexetia was different. He had committed a great sin. He confronted the ‘comrade,’ who rose to heaven with a human body, with all his heart and repented for his mistakes. Therefore, he experienced regret and knew longing. 

The days when he played with fire and metal to his heart’s content. The scenes where his...