"What can I give you?" The young man raised his head.
He was ready to do anything to gain strength. He had already seen all the dark side of this world. He understood that without strength, he couldn't even protect himself, let alone protect others.
If he had strength, then he wouldn't have been treated like this! His mother wouldn't have suffered to an extent where even the servants of the clan talked back to her!
He had gone through the suffering of the weak. He wanted to leave that behind, and become stronger! And if the man before her was able to give him strength, then he was willing to do anything, even selling his soul.
"Be my slave... I don't want to give you strength only to have you stab me in the back... So you shall become my loyal dog, that I can kill if you ever try to betray me!"
