After taking in the 5 Daemos guys in, it was chaos.

At least they went from calling you 'prisoner' to 'sorcerer' and your own name if you really insist it.

They all thought your pet was some kind of spirit and you're some kind of sorcerer. You didn't tell them you're just a regular powerless human because you find it humorous that they think you could curse them and cowered at you making up a fake spell.

You were currently just sleeping peacefully until you felt a presence above you. When you opened your eyes, you saw Leif... who looked like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, dual sickles in his hands.