Harvest King

He did not feel happiness for the incompetent humans down on earth often. Actually, he didn't feel any pleasure with their existence for such a long time that he took his presence from the mortal world all together. The humans wouldn't miss the Harvest King—no, they destroyed the world. They wouldn't care about whether he stayed or left.

But now, he was summoned by a human; a mere mortal fool, a farmer claiming to have saved the lands. But now, as he looked out at the farmer girl's work that she had accomplished—he felt warmth. She had actually done good for the land—she had actually cared. A spark lit in his cold heart for these selfish people… If one could prove that they could love nature, then surely the rest could.

A small—almost unnoticeable—smile appeared on his face. That spark was lighting a lost happiness.