Torodeo Horin always started his day by drinking an herbal concoction made of 108 enzymes, and a pill of longevity created by ingredients found inside the dungeons.
And then he would take a walk around the garden of the main mansion, making sure the servants did their job of maintaining it. A good part of his morning would be spent watching his fish swimming in the pound, before he partook in a healthy breakfast.
Nothing was allowed to disturb him during his calm, meditative morning designed to keep him alive and active as long as possible. Thanks to him being an esper, he had a higher life expectancy than a normal human, making him stay active even in his ninety. But that was to be expected; he was esper after all, a superior being.
But still, he could feel his body wearing down bit by bit, and he loathed the feeling of a weaning power. Ah...if only he could get his hand on the power behind those blue eyes.
The power of a deity.
