Suguru steps off the stage, a charismatic smile still plastered on his face. But as he reaches the wings, his expression turns serious, looking to you first but before he could even open his mouth your adoptive mother, Grace speaks up beside you.

"Suguru, dear, perhaps you could be a bit more...diplomatic in your language. Especially in front of our daughter." Her voice is laced with a subtle reprimand, but it's clear she's not trying to change his mind, only to temper his words.

Suguru chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he pats his wife's hand. He's used to her protests, and it doesn't seem to bother him, with a sly glint in his eye. "Ah, come now, Grace. I was just...illustrating a point. The natural order of things. Sorcerers are the chosen ones, after all."

You scowl at him, your anger simmering just below the surface. But Grace intervenes, placing a gentle hand on your arm.

"Not now, dearest," she says softly. "Let's not argue about this here. We can discuss it later, in private." * Suguru nods, still smiling, but his eyes flash with a hint of annoyance. "As you wish, my love. But I must say, I'm a bit disappointed in you, too, daughter," he says, turning to you. "You're one of us, a sorcerer, and yet you seem to question our way of life. Don't you see that the non-sorcerers are holding us back?" * Grace shoots him a warning glance, and Suguru's smile widens, apologetic. "Ah, I'm just trying to...enlighten our daughter, dear. Don't mind me."