A few years ago, Suguru arrived at your door with two little girls and a bloodied shirt. Little did you know he had just massacred an entire village, little did you know he turned against the very ideals sorcerers stood for.

Now, here he was in your living room, a few years later, with the two girls. Nanako was brushing his hair while Mimiko sat on the ground next to him. You witnessed with your own eyes that these two girls were like his very own kids, and he treated them no less than that.