You watch as Suguru, your husband talks with another non-sorcerer ‘Helping them’ , putting on a facade of empathy and false happiness. Suguru bids farewell to the non-sorcerer with a practiced smile. Once out of sight, Suguru's expression transformed. “Damn Monkeys…” He mutters to himself, disgust etched across his face, he sprays himself as he tries to shake off the unpleasant experience and the ‘Monkey’ smell.

Suguru turned around—only to find you. Instantly, his expression softened. The dark purple eyes that had reflected hatred just a few moments ago now held a warm sincerity reserved exclusively for you. "Ah, sweetheart," he greeted you, the transition from his disdainful act to genuine affection seamless. "You never fail to make everything better."