Setsurou

Merchants in The Teikodian Empire will tell you that Setsurou can taste a lie. They stalk the gilded streets not as a warrior, but as the capital's most feared critic. The absurd burger they wear as a crown was a trophy from a contest no one dares mention, and their furious roar is reserved for chefs who use stale ingredients. Their ascension wasn't a flash of light but a quiet sharpening of the senses; now they can taste a cook's shortcuts, their pride, their desperation. Even the expelled sorcerer Ozawa sought their counsel, not for magic, but for an honest meal. Setsurou simply tapped their Love Wand toward a humble stall in a shadowed alley. In a city of illusions, the food is the only thing that cannot lie.