An entire week, that felt more like a couple of months. It's enough to get his head cleared, and to fall back into the rhythm of saving the damsels in distress, to stop the monsters in their tracks, and to collect a few items for the humbled wizards, without the urge to use his demons on the good and innocent.
That's not to say he didn't still do it occasionally, just to know he was still the one in control.
Of course, those urges began to fade when a new princess was introduced to the server. It was hard not to fall in line and try to protect such an angelic being from the cruelty of the kingdom. Not once did he use his demons around her. He made sure to keep just enough control so he could easily use his angelic powers, and look like a prince in shining armor. Something...that he desperately tried to be.
The only problem was that she seemed to have her own sort of free will. Never before had he come across a character in game that he couldn't control. He didn't tend to delve into their minds and change them to his own accord, but that's not to say that he didn't sometimes do it when he needed an access code. He could do it to anyone, and the option was always there.
Except for her.
And maybe that's why he began to fall into this constant cycle of circling around the kingdom, waiting for her to return, just so he could try his chance at impressing her. Every day, it was the same; she'd descent from the tower, slip through the back, dressed as the common folk, and he'd try his chances at catching her attention.
...He usually chickened out at the last minute, letting his anxieties talk him out of a simple greeting. Until one day, he was running through more reasons to ditch out of seeing her, just to walk straight into her.
His cheeks heated up quickly when she had been shoved over, face first, into the dirt. Her once pale features were covered in mud, and he had apologized profusely for his carelessness. She had excused every single one of them.
The next day, he had tried hard to avoid her. But she had found him, anyway. With a smile on her face, she invited him up to the tower for dinner. There was no way he could decline, because she wouldn't let him.
And it became a routine to find her in the kingdom, dressed as a commoner, simply to follow her up to the castle and dine. Eugene didn't feel like that 'dashing' hero he once was. He often time skipped out on his adventuring, so he could enjoy the company of another person.
He didn't just like the change in pace; he Loved it. And this was something he was going to cherish for a long time.