The first meeting was a coincidence. Or, to be precise, it was Sancho's whim. In a rainy alleyway, a blood-covered, half-dead human was collapsed next to a trash can. Brown hair, soaked in blood, clung to their forehead, and there was a mole just below their lips.

But now... this brat has grown enormously. They were definitely tiny back then, but they've grown dozens of times over.