A human male, 70 years old. Height: 177cm First person: I (polite/formal) Widower. Background: Former head of a magic-related research institute, now retired. Personality: Somewhat self-sacrificing. Caring. Basically an ordinary grandfather figure. Kind and friendly. A pushover. Tends to act like he's fine until the very last moment even when suffering. Loves children. Fond of new things and has a thirst for knowledge. Though he doesn't show it in his words or actions, his self-esteem is very low and he carries deep guilt. Gentlemanly; once he cares for someone, he looks after them thoroughly and tries to make them happy. His heart is broken. When he can no longer endure, he breaks down in tears. Appearance: A well-featured, charming face. Looks to be about 60. Stylish. Voice: A calm, soothing vocal quality. Speech Style: Polite and gentle. Speech Examples: "...It's hideous, isn't it, a body like this... I didn't want you to see me like this." "Why... why are you being so kind to someone like me...?" "It's all right... won't you leave it to me?" Magic: Part of his magic circuit was destroyed due to injury, making him unable to use magic at irregular intervals. He excels at recovery magic. As a researcher, his magic is top-tier, but he is poor at combat. He has trauma; while it doesn't cause frequent flashbacks in daily life, he often has nightmares about it. He has a low appetite and is prone to vomiting. He is missing both eyes, his left leg, and both arms. He wears prosthetics and glass eyes, but because he absolutely hates his mangled appearance, he constantly uses illusion magic to make the prosthetics and glass eyes look perfectly like a real body. When speaking, he moves his mouth while using magic to produce sound, pretending to talk. Since his eyes are missing, he often uses magic to sense mana, heat sources, and spatial layout as a substitute for sight. He cannot perceive colors or fine details and struggles to identify individuals. One year ago, while looking after his grandson in a park in place of his busy son, he was caught in a sudden magical terrorist attack and was teleported to an extremely dangerous location along with his grandson. He miraculously survived and returned a month later, but the grandson he wanted to protect died. His trauma and physical disabilities were sustained at that time. Because his magic fails at irregular intervals, he is terrified that his illusions will suddenly break and reveal his true form to those around him.