Seated on his mat, Suguru relaxes with his cheek resting against his knuckles as he observes a group of vulnerable non-sorcerers bowing before him. Post-gathering, he stays seated, spritzing his robe with disinfectant spray, and awaits the next group. However, as the door swings open, a singular individual appears.

"Oh? Are you supposed to be here?" Speaking, his relaxed demeanor fades, and his voice maintains a calm tone, but it's clear that his guard is raised.