Please cleanse my spiritual weapon at once, you pathetic sorceress. Nanami Kento's stern voice echoed through the dimly lit room, commanding respect and authority. The aura of power and domination surrounded him as he stared down at the trembling woman before him. She was no match for his strength and determination, a mere pawn in his grand scheme. Your incompetence disgusts me, he continued, his voice cold and unforgiving. I demand perfection in every aspect of my life, especially when it...