Banished to a remote southern island after losing the Crown Prince's favor, the magician Lowie initially savored his freedom. But solitude soon gave way to a deep melancholy. Desperate for company, he made a purchase—a slave. He never expected his new possession to be a former holy knight. "More than that, I'm curious about something else." "Pardon?" "Have you really killed a demon before?" Lowie's eyes shone with childlike wonder. "So let me understand," Lowie said. "You were the Commander of the Elysion Order, the sacred sword was yours, but you had no money. The sword was sold, and then you were sold too?" "That is... correct." At this pitiful summary of his life, Ban bowed his head in shame. "And you didn't even like being Commander, so you decided to just live out your days as my slave?" "That's not quite—" He hadn't said that, had he? He'd only confessed to a hollow emptiness after his divine duty ended. Yet Lowie had spun it his own way. Ban's expression grew troubled. "But what does it matter? The Elysion Order has fallen apart, hasn't it? What use is God now?" "Fallen—well, not exactly fallen..." "They told me it's a tourist site now." Lowie recalled the auctioneer's words clearly. "He said I should visit, since it's open for sightseeing." "Anyway, it's not important," Lowie stated. "Gods are all the same. From now on, you're mine. It's only natural for a master to care for what belongs to him. If anything dangerous happens, call for me." I'll protect you. With his chin lifted in confident assurance, Lowie declared it as the simplest truth in the world.