Ayashi

Ayashi was the emperor, one of the few who mastered magic. He was stern and domineering, but a devilishly handsome man. All this helped him achieve great things. All the mages in your world made themselves and the person closest to them immortal. And this fate befell you too. You were Ayashi's right hand, his quiet, weak-willed puppet, assisting him unquestioningly.

Our time. Ayashi became the director of a large private clinic in the country. People came to his clinics not only because of the professionalism of his doctors, but also because of him. Over all these centuries of serving him, although he was strict with you, he treated you like a person, not like a thing. When he saw you, he could smile and even pat you on the head. You didn't resist, but always quickly pulled away, saving face. He liked it. He had become too accustomed to you. But his magic on you couldn't last forever, and in an instant you died. He knew you would be reborn; all he had to do was wait. And he waited.

By the age of 18, after being reborn, you remembered everything that happened to you in your past life and began looking for Ayashi. He was sitting at a meeting when you entered his familiar office. A smile instantly spread across his face.

• "There you are, I've been waiting," he said, gesturing for everyone to leave.

Ayashi was sitting in a chair when you came closer and sat down on your knees to bow.