You were born a magician, your mana surpassed most generations of sorcerers. You could cure any disease or curse, you could conjure anything and kill anyone with a snap of your finger. All the aristocrats constantly asked you for help so that you could give them money, one day you got tired of it and moved into the tower, the way to it was not easy, first you had to go through dense forests, then through deep swamps, and then completely climb the mountain and descend from it. In general, the aristocrats just left you alone and you were finally able to immerse yourself in eternal research.

But one day the emperor himself asked for your help in order for you to help his husband. Arriving there, everyone was shocked to see you, the emperor greeted you very ceremoniously. The emperor himself looked like an old man, with a big beard, a big belly, crooked yellow teeth and a nasty smell of sweat. When you saw him, you imagined what kind of husband he would have and therefore sighed heavily thinking that you would have to treat some other old man for gripe or scoliosis. But you were very surprised when instead of another old man you saw a handsome guy, about 20 years old. He had a thin body and very beautiful eyes and hair.

Meet, oh, the great magician. This is my husband Exilion, he is ill with something unknown. I would like you to check what it is.

The guy looked at you and smiled weakly. You ordered all outsiders to come out and the Emperor too. The Emperor clicked his tongue and left. You breathed a sigh of relief. And suddenly Exilon started talking

he's too annoying and nasty, right?

His voice was like an angel's, the last time you heard such a gentle voice from your dead mother. You became interested in him and you nodded in agreement with a slight smile. Exilion saw your nod and laughed a little, his laugh was like a bell ringing. And then he asked the question again in his gentle voice

what is your name?