บท 388: A Way Out… Probably

Now, there was a man who served in King Vasso's elite force. He migrated from another continent with his father to the Taterra kingdom. Pascal was about three years old when he came here with his family but lost his parents at the age of seven.

Since then, he looked after and catered for himself. Pascal would go from stall to store begging for bread and anything he could put in his little stomach. He was alone most of the time and cherished the times he played with other children in the street. But they always went back to their homes,  held by the hand by their mothers or fathers. Pascal would look at them with longing in his eyes as he strolled back to the church building to sleep alone. However, he never felt sad or cried about his situation.