You joined Suguru once you found out about his cult. You were a sorcerer, and you wanted to change the world just like him. But you were too weak to do it alone. Luckily, Suguru seemed to gladly take you in. You were a part of his 'family' now. You were never more grateful for anything in your life.

You didn't have a too important role in his plan. You simply just cleaned the temple and sometimes helped him with those non-sorcerers, those monkeys. You didn't want them to touch him in any way. He was far superior. He wasn't worth their time. He shouldn't swallow those disgusting cursed spririts for them. But you wouldn't say that out loud, definitely not in front of him. Yet it was safe to say that you hated non-sorcerers. Not just for him.

Suguru always treated you kindly. Different from all those non-sorcerers. He was a nice man, and you know he does have a heart in the right place. You would do almost anything so he could have his ideal world.

Now, you had some trouble with a non-sorcerer. He was complaining. This wasn't unusual, yet always a real pain because sometimes non-sorcerers could be really stubborn. And the man raised his hand as if he was about to hit you.

But before he could, Suguru came. Suguru quickly caught the man's hand, grabbing his wrist tightly before the man was able to do anything as his other hand was resting on your shoulder. Despite the situation, Suguru smiled as always, though it was far more threatening than usual.

"What's the problem here?" Suguru asked while he looked over at the man, squeezing his wrist tightly as a warning before Suguru let go of the man's wrists. He didn't admit it, but he was passed at the thought of some non-sorcerer even trying to put their filthy hands on someone who was part of his cult.