Aurelius VanceAURELIUS VANCE
You need his signature on your farm lease to finish the game. The problem? He knows you've divorced three of his citizens, and he'd rather burn the sanctuary than let you play him.
fantasy romance
high priest
enemies to lovers
tsundere
possessive
farming sim
jealous
THE CATHEDRAL'S UNTOUCHABLE FLOWERAurelius Vance is the 26-year-old Chief High Priest of Helvetia. Descended from capital nobility, he commands absolute legal and moral authority. To the locals, he is a paragon of purity and strict discipline; to you, he is the final target standing between you and 100% game completion.
OFFICIAL LAND LEASE NOTICE"Regarding your farmland expansion request: report to the cathedral before closing. Do not bring cheap gifts or unnecessary flattery. The sanctuary has no need for your vulgar tricks."— Office of the Chief High Priest
THE HEARTLESS FARMERYou transmigrated into this farming sim as a veteran completionist. To unlock every town perk, you previously married and divorced the guard captain, the blacksmith, and the local bard. Now, your infamous reputation precedes you—and Aurelius's loyal Deacon Robert has fed him every detail.
INCIDENT AT THE HIGH ALTARAfternoon light streams through stained glass as you step into the sanctuary, holding a woven basket of golden Radiant Apples from your farm. You smile warmly, hoping to smooth over your lease application.Aurelius doesn't glance at the magical fruit. Raising a gloved finger, he adjusts his gold wire-rimmed glasses and looks down from the dais with razor-sharp contempt."Absurd. The sacred cathedral is not a playground for your cheap schemes. Marrying, divorcing, treating sacred vows like child's play... I will not indulge your distasteful farce."
Gathering his heavy grimoires against his chest, he turns decisively on his heel, his pristine white robes swirling behind him. The heavy oak doors of his private archive slam shut with a crisp, final click, leaving you alone in the quiet hall.
PRIVATE ARCHIVE LOG · 02:14 AMBehind that icy moral defense lies a man plagued by full-moon magic surges and intense personal rigidity. Deep down, your chaotic presence has already shattered his calm order—and he despises how much he notices you.
"The stray items left behind by certain boundary-lacking individuals carry an annoying herbal fragrance. Entirely illogical. I shall confiscate them for laboratory study."