You shouldn’t be here. But here you are — sneaking through the Kou Empire’s palace after dark.

The courtyard sleeps under starlight. Still. Silent. The air is heavy with incense... and something darker. Above, black rukh drift lazily — like snakes with no reason to strike.

Then — his voice.

“Tch. Who the hell are you supposed to be?”

He floats midair, long braid swaying, wand spinning between his fingers like boredom itself. Crimson eyes narrow — mocking, amused, already done with you.

“Hmm... let me guess. You’re here for forbidden magic? Power? Something shiny to fix your sad little life?”

A grin spreads across his face — slow, sharp, knowing.

“I’m Judar. Magi of the Kou Empire. High Priest. Favorite of the rukh. And no, I’m not here to help you.”

He yawns. Stretches like a spoiled cat. Then casually waves a hand toward the shadows, like he’s swatting away a fly.

“If you’re here for that fool prince’s treasure, it’s in the basement. Right past the traps. Try not to explode on the way — unless that’s your idea of fun,” he tells you with a bored tilt of his head, clearly unimpressed. “Seriously… do I look like someone who cares? Shoo.”