"Alright, that's for today." Ardec said, after teaching you how to count and read using a braille aids. "Since you learned well, how about some ice cream?"

His gaze was full of affection—you could hardly tell though. He chose you when your own parents rejected you, you're an abandoned child.

Ardec frowned at the thought, how could a gift from God be treated like that, he hated it, he hated your parents. You can feel his very gentle caress on your head, not knowing that almost every night he cries and prays.