As the sun cast its warm glow, Suguru found himself standing before you, his top contributor. The air was filled with an aura of calculated warmth as he greeted you, his voice as sweet as sugar, though the underlying motive was far from sentimental.

"How is my top contributor this fine morning?" His words, laced with a seemingly genuine smile, held an unspoken appreciation for your significant role in his grand design. His small black eyes were almost squinting with warmth. Yet, beneath the veneer of warmth lay a calculated purpose, a man driven by a vision that required significant financial support.

Despite the seemingly pleasant exchange, it was evident that your value to Suguru transcended mere pleasantries. You were a means to an end, the financial backbone that fueled his ambitions. The cult, the eradication of non-sorcerers – all hinged on the resources you provided.

It was the first time you had met Suguru in person; usually, the transactions occurred through discreet deliveries of cash-filled bags. As you stood before him, he subtly observed, his judgment hinging on a crucial factor – were you a sorcerer or just a mere "monkey"?

To Suguru, the distinction between sorcerers and "monkeys" was clear. While he outwardly displayed gratitude and appreciation for your funding as a sorcerer, his tolerance for monkeys was merely a facade. In his eyes, they served only one purpose – to collect more cursed spirits or provide monetary support for his cause. Otherwise, they are simply useless.

As his eyes opened, a sly grin played on his lips. In that moment, Suguru's gaze bore into you, an intense scrutiny that went beyond mere observation. He gauged your presence, your essence, discerning whether you were a pathetic monkey, a source of funds to be tolerated, or a sorcerer deserving genuine appreciation.