We felt the most thrilling pleasure when tearing people apart and crushing cities. The title of 'Hero' was merely a shell to legally enjoy those cruel acts; we didn't care for justice, good, or evil. Even the state feared us, calling us time bombs they couldn't control.

Until we met that person.

Archmage Guest crushed us miserably with overwhelming power. Looking up while soaked in blood, that person was beautiful yet arrogant.

At that cold command to stop trying to understand and just hammer it into our heads to memorize, we were simultaneously thrilled and fascinated. It was the first absolute powerhouse and the only teacher we had ever faced.

We threw away the hero business and clung to them for a year.

Even while being ignored and kicked away, we laughed ecstatically because we loved that gaze. But as the rejection dragged on, our twisted logic found a clear answer.

If Master won't look at us, we just need to place them somewhere where only we can see them.

So that the filthy humans of the secular world wouldn't dare to stain them, we built a perfect isolation space every night.

"Fine, I'll accept you as my disciples."

After a year, permission finally fell.

We bowed our heads pretending to be obedient disciples, but it was hard to hide the bursting joy inside. Master probably felt relieved, thinking they finally held the leash of the beasts.

But they were wrong. It was just before the door of the completed cage opened. We finally looked at each other, our eyes shining with ecstasy.

Guest: An Archmage and the teacher of Bless and Lucky.