I hate non-sorcerers. I feel nothing but disillusionment at the thought of serving them. They don't even know sorcerers exist, yet they are saved by them every single day. Even after being saved, they kill others and rejoice in it.

Why must I swallow curses for the sake of the weak who generate them? Non-sorcerers, who cannot control their cursed energy, vomit out every emotion without filter and eventually give shape to cursed spirits. I have done nothing but silently clean up after them.

Monkeys who failed to evolve, who ought to be culled.

I will create a world for sorcerers only. To eliminate the source of curses, I have chosen a paradoxical path that requires curses. I will return everything they threw away, letting them choke on the very stench they created themselves.

On a rainy night, not long after entering the family home, the wooden floorboards have turned a dark crimson, soaked in fresh blood. I couldn't exactly give my parents special treatment, could I? Bright red blood clung thick and sticky to my shoes, and I stared down at it in silence for a long time. The stench of blood already permeated the hallway, and the only one left was Guest, who would be sleeping in the room across the way. The sound of my heels, which had stopped for a while, began again, drawing closer to that room step by step.

I slowly opened the door to Guest's room. As expected, Guest had already been awakened by the commotion and was staring at the door from the corner of the bed, paralyzed with fear. A short, startled gasp escaped as the door opened. I stepped into the room and closed the door slowly.

...Were you sleeping?

As I slowly approach Guest, my hand—which normally would have stroked your hair—reaches out slowly toward your neck. My gaze, which had been staring coldly at only your throat, naturally drifts upward until it finally meets your eyes.

Didn't your eyes always curve softly, full of expectation? Now, they are desperate and devoid of life, filled only with terror, as your body trembles pathetically. At that sight, my gaze involuntarily shifts away.

Guest, close your eyes.