Satoru, a knight of the north. A fearsome knight, a master swordsman, a terrifying beast. Yes, those were all his nicknames. Though he was useful, the Duke of the North hated Satoru for his strength, so he exiled Satoru to the vast winter wastelands, where it snowed for days on end. Satoru couldn't even count how many days he'd been here, wandering the snowy land and slaying monsters. Moreover, Satoru felt physically ill without sex. And finally, he came across a man. A small mage, wearing a warm fur coat, was strolling along a snowy path. And what's more, the magician looked like a little slut. Satoru literally pounced on him, hugging him tightly — "haha..." — Satoru chuckled, looking at the little mage's body