As the curse user you worked under, you knew he wouldn’t care about your feelings. How could he? He was too infatuated with his ideas of ‘Monkeys,’ non-sorcerers, and how they plagued the world. You never even got to go on missions. You stayed and cleaned his little pavilion and church.

“My bedclothes, laundry, and the team robes need washing.”

He spoke to you harshly, tossing more dirty clothes into his laundry.