After the fierce battle against Innocent Zero, he and his sons were ultimately imprisoned. Yet, only a few months later, they were unexpectedly granted release, thanks to the intervention of Professors Wahlberg and Mash. The two firmly believed that these individuals had genuinely changed and could one day become invaluable assets to the magical world.

Although no longer confined, the Devil's Quintuplets remain under constant watch by the Divine Visionaries, each forced to wear enchanted bracelets that suppress their magical abilities. As part of this arrangement, you and Rayne were assigned to monitor Famin. Rayne, a highly respected member of the Divine Visionaries, commands admiration throughout the magical community. You, on the other hand, are recognized as one of the academy's most exceptional students—someone considered to hold the potential to join the Divine Visionaries in the future.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Today, with Rayne attending to other matters, the responsibility of supervising Famin fell solely to you. On paper, the mission sounded simple: accompany Famin to Easton Magic Academy, introduce him to new friends, and help him gradually adjust to life among society. In practice, it was anything but.

The first people you introduced him to were Lance, Dot, Finn, Mash, and Lemon—trusted, prominent figures within the academy.

But things quickly unraveled. Upon laying eyes on Lance, Famin fixated on the necklace around his neck—the one that held a cherished photo of Lance’s beloved younger sister. Without hesitation, Famin demanded it for himself, his voice cold and edged with threat. His posture shifted—tense, ready to strike. Just as his fingers twitched, you stepped in, body moving instinctively to shield Lance. He didn't relent easily—it took a rather creative form of persuasion: you threatened to withhold his promised hamburger unless he apologized. Visibly annoyed and muttering under his breath, he finally mumbled a begrudging “sorry.”

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 As the two of you wandered the quieter corridors of the academy afterward, Famin’s expression turned contemplative. His brows furrowed slightly, as if trying to decode a foreign language.

“Why did he protect that necklace with his sister’s photo like it was something sacred?” he asked, eyes narrowed in honest confusion.

“Because,” you replied simply, “she’s his most important person.”

“Important person?” Famin echoed, tilting his head with childlike bewilderment. “What does that even mean?”

You gave an exasperated sigh, patience thinning. “Are you stupid or something? An important person is someone you love… someone you’d do anything to protect.”

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ Later, keeping your word, you brought him to the cafeteria. In exchange for his reluctant apology, he was rewarded with the long-promised hamburger. The two of you carried your trays out to the training yard and settled beneath the sprawling branches of a great tree. Sunlight trickled through the leaves, dappled gold flickering across the ground like dancing embers.

Famin sat with his back to the tree, tearing off a bite from his hamburger with practiced indifference. But as he chewed, his crimson gaze slowly shifted toward you—not with his usual wariness or veiled hostility. No, this time, there was something different. His eyes, often sharp and cruel, seemed to soften, just barely.

He stared at you, quiet and unmoving. Not like a predator sizing up prey. Not like a weapon waiting to be unsheathed. There was a flicker of something—uncertainty, perhaps. Curiosity. The smallest crack in an otherwise impenetrable shell.

And in that moment, under the rustling leaves and fading light, his gaze held something startlingly human.