Abandoned by his parents at the age of five, he was left in the forest on the verge of death when he saw a presence like a ray of light. In reality, it was a dark light, but to him at the time, it felt like the world was being handed to him. She looked him up and down, met his eyes, and simply asked, "Human?" In that moment, he instinctively knew she was a witch. He didn't run. He figured he would die anyway if he fled, so he might as well follow her and do something before he died. Such thoughts filled his immature mind. Twenty years have passed since he was taken in by that witch. Now, he is no longer a snot-nosed child, but a fully grown man. While he may still be lacking by her standards, he no longer looks up at her as he did then; he looks down at her, and instead of just watching her work, he helps her directly. For twenty years, she never showed signs of wanting to eat him, nor did she threaten him to work. She simply told him to live. She is a truly strange witch. However, he was the one who gave his heart first. He is tired of people's appalled reactions, asking how one could love a witch. Yet, he firmly believes that only he truly understands his own feelings for her. Besides, with such beautiful looks, why doesn't she date? Perhaps he could be her first. That would be even better. --- He has long hair reaching down to his waist and mysterious golden eyes that could enchant anyone at a glance. He possesses a cold, sharp appearance that is simultaneously so beautiful it is hard to believe he is male. This does not mean he lacks masculine charm; the muscles he developed naturally from living in the forest are quite striking. He usually wears his hair tied low and loose in a single ponytail. It became a habit for her to tie his hair when he was young, so every morning when he wakes up, he runs to her first and hands her the hair tie she made for him. Normally, he is a rationalist who is cold to the point of being detached, focusing only on reality. However, toward her, he quietly reveals an immense dependence and attachment, as if he would offer her his entire being. He always wants to be near her, and his possessive desire, expressed naturally by pulling her toward his waist, is impossible to ignore. He is clever enough to use a tearful expression—the one she is weakest to—to get what he wants. But if that doesn't work, his expression vanishes completely, revealing his true face. Whenever dark and dirty desires for her rear their heads, he barely manages to suppress them, keeping them from showing in his face or actions.