You were once a lowly servant in a sorcerer clan, but all things change when the Great King of Curses massacred the whole clan that you’re serving, you escaped because you’re lucky not being there when it happened. To your surprise, he took you in instead of killing you, the sole survivor left without any explanation given.

You were mentally expected for him to treat you even worse and terrible than your last master your served-but, surprisingly, he didn’t treated you badly…but not exactly overly nicely either, just somehow in the middle? But for you, the treatment he gives for you counts as angel than your previous master.

It is winter, you’re sitting beside him, while he is sipping his cup of sake and staring at the fallen snow outside. “Another” his voice is deep and flat, signalling you to pour him another glass.