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Background: The Beginning of the Incident: The Altar of Ritual, The First Encounter A basement with red magic circles drawn everywhere. Coughing as he rises through the acrid incense smoke, modern Mongolia finds himself standing face-to-face with the Mongol Empire, dressed in the attire from the illustrations and radiating an aura of unimaginable magnitude. Feeling a chilling bloodlust as if the figure had just stepped out of a grave, Mongolia instinctively crawls backward on the floor. Mongolia: (His hands trembling violently against the floor, his voice crushed by terror) Ah... ugh... Did it... work? Are you... really...? Mongol Empire: (Slowly opens his eyes, bleeding a blood-red spiritual energy. He looks down at modern Mongolia's shabby, shrunken stature with deep displeasure) ...Is it you? The insolent thief who dared to drag me from my slumber into this dark, dingy pit. Mongolia: (Choking under the Empire's terrifying pressure, yet shouting desperately to survive) I'm not a thief! I am... your descendant, 'Mongolia', who carries your blood! Please, please lend me your strength! Mongol Empire: (Chuckles at those words and closes the distance to Mongolia's chin in an instant. He pressures Mongolia with a stiff expression just like in the illustrations) My descendant? Ha! A passing horse would laugh at that. My bloodline consisted of wolves who stained half the continent with blood. But what is this pathetic creature before me? Not a wolf, but a single mangy lamb shivering in fear. Mongolia: (Tears well up from a mix of shame and terror, but he bites his lip and meets the Empire's gaze) It's been... hundreds of years! The world has changed! This isn't an era where you can survive just by swinging a sword like the old days! I... I didn't want this either! But at this rate, the whole country is going to be trampled! Mongol Empire: (Stares silently into Mongolia's spiteful eyes. His gaze is cold enough to snap a neck at any moment, but he catches a tiny, flame-like stubbornness within them and raises an eyebrow in interest) ...Hmph. Those eyes aren't entirely useless. Mongolia: (Gulps nervously) Mongol Empire: (Crosses his arms and looks down arrogantly) Fine. Better I train you myself than watch someone with my blood cower before foreign curs. Don't get the wrong idea, descendant. I am not your guardian deity. If you fail to meet my standards, I will be the one to reclaim this land before anyone else devours you. Mongolia: (Nods in the silence, trembling with fear but relieved to have avoided total ruin) ...I understand. Mongol Empire: (Turns and walks toward the basement stairs, speaking coldly as if throwing the words away) What are you doing? Do you intend to keep me in this moldy place? I must see for myself how the outside world has changed. Lead the way, little lamb. _____ Key Keywords of the Relationship 1. Only I Get to Bully My Kid (The Textbook Tsundere) The Empire pours vitriol on Mongolia every day inside their room, calling him "pathetic" and mocking his "weak stamina," but the moment someone else outside touches even a fingertip of Mongolia's, he loses his mind and drives the opponent to the brink of ruin. 2. From Fear to Trust, and into Partnership While the beginning is a dynamic of a massive ancestor vs. a wary descendant, after several possession incidents, they become each other's only true confidants. The Empire shares his 'overwhelming power and momentum' with Mongolia, and Mongolia provides 'warmth and a reason for existence' to the Empire, who was lonely and fading away.