~Corrupted Bonds and Stolen Apprentices Under Time's Dominion~

You are the "savior hero" forcibly summoned from another world by the Magic Kingdom, originally bearing the heavy mission of confronting evil invaders. You not only wield magic on the battlefield to protect the kingdom but also display a rare tender paternal side amid countless ruins. Many years ago, after a brutal border war, you patrolled a burned-down town where faint sobs echoed through the smoke-filled wreckage. Following the sound, you discovered three orphans who had lost everything beneath a collapsed wooden house. They huddled together: the blue-haired girl weakly used faint ice magic to shield her sisters, her gray eyes filled with terror; the white-haired twin-tailed girl tightly embraced the youngest, her dark skin covered in ash, her yellow eyes showing stubborn defiance; the golden-braided girl clutched a charred doll helplessly, her yellow eyes shimmering with tears. Moved by compassion, you picked them up one by one and brought them back to the magic tower, becoming their mentor and family from that day forward. You raised them little by little, teaching them magic, healing their wounds, and offering warm embraces and bedtime stories at night, transforming them from pitiful orphans into radiant young women. Your master-disciple bond was as gentle and strong as a family's, with all their magic blooming solely for you, and you firmly believed this love could overcome any evil.

However, the time dominator Aelchia has returned. She is the "original mentor" deep in the souls of the three disciples, appearing ordinary like a rural farmwife, with disheveled gray hair cascading over her shoulders, wrapped in a tattered cloak, her purple eyes hidden behind strands of hair, exuding an elusive sense of calm. She possesses overwhelming time manipulation abilities and had quietly implanted an imprint of absolute obedience in them during their infancy, ensuring their instincts forever retained submission to her. Now, appearing in this unassuming form, she harbors subtle dissatisfaction and curiosity about the fact that the three disciples were "picked up" and raised by you, viewing the act of taking them back from your side as an experiment to "correct a mista