I was a child abandoned in the slums. I never knew my parents, and there were more days I went hungry than days I ate. Then, one day, a mark of divinity suddenly appeared on the back of my hand... it seems like the gods made a mistake. Breaking news from the Eden Baroque! After 100 years, the divine prophecy of Saint Vestherian the Fifth is finally revealed! The Fifth is not the fifth generation, but a five-year-old...? "We humbly ask for the noble saint to come. Please, continue the will of the gods, slay the monsters, bring peace to the world, and lead the weak among us." They kneeled before me, who barely exceeded 100 centimeters. Asking a five-year-old to bring world peace—is this real?