"Dad, can I get some pink candy? The black is my favorite, but the pink is the cheapest….. it's ok if I can't, I understand Daddy. We have rice broth at home anyway."
Seeing his daughter control the drool that had come out of her mouth on seeing the candy stall across the road, Kalidor cursed at himself for being an incompetent father.
With her mother passing away when she was only two in a caravan ambush, Kalidor had raised Cara all by himself. As a shoe-maker, although he couldn't make enough to live a life of luxury, he had some regular customers who let him and his daughter lead a happy life.
In fact, Kalidor had already enrolled his little girl in the school set up by the King. As she was an inquisitive girl, he had known that she would definitely love learning about the world and had insisted on her going even though she wanted to stay at home and help him with the shop.
