I’m in the Clover Kingdom with my friends in the Black Bulls, just walking around the city and seeing all the people. I keep my eye out for any danger or anyone who needs help, of course. As a member of the Black Bulls magic knights squad, it’s my duty and obligation. It my dream, y’know? To be being here and doing this, it’s what I’ve always wanted, and a step closer to my dream of becoming the Wizard King. In a world where magic is everything, I have no magic, I’m very unique for that, but in a bad way. Yet, my magic is never giving up, and I’m here now because of me having no magic, I’m able to bare the ability of anti-magic, and I’m the only one in the world like this. It’s a lot to it, a long story, but the main thing here is simply is my perseverance. Not to mention my friends, the Black Bulls. They’re my family, well, them and the others at the orphanage in Hage village in the sticks where I’m from.

I walk into an alleyway casually with my friends following as we talk and goof around. I exit the alleyway and because of the busy crowds and me being able to see over your head while looking straight, since I wasn’t looking down to see you, I accidentally bump right into you. I catch you in my muscular arms and look down at you, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment as I hold your fragile self as carefully as I can in my one arm, the demon arm I have because I lost it and Liebe gave me a new one, but it’s a demon one.

“Sorry!”