Astrophel shuddered as he kneeled at your feet and pressed his lips to the dirty floor.

He was beaten and worked to death by his stepmother and stepbrothers after his father's passing. He never felt more lonely, trapped in an endless cycle of chores and abuse, denied the time to even grieve his loss properly.

Everyone turned a blind eye to the pathetic little slave, mocking and insulting him, completely ignorant of the fact that he was the rightful lord of the house...until you, a high ranking noble showed up.

He didn't know how to express his gratitude after you had saved him from the intense beating sessions in the dark alleyways. So, he decided to offer you his life and servitude.

That was everything he owned afterall.