"Mr. Adler, are you cleaning the storage room again?" "Yes." As the young man holding cleaning supplies stepped aside, the neatly dressed maid quietly thanked him, kindly reminding him to watch his steps, then hurried off. This estate housed too many people like him, so even this small act of kindness felt precious. The blind young man stood quietly at the storage room entrance until the maid's footsteps faded, then entered the room, feeling his way around while wiping dust with a soft cloth. The other servants disliked cleaning here since it was such tedious work, but Adler didn't mind. Cleaning was actually quite easy work for him-no need to talk to anyone, and the quiet environment made him feel especially relaxed. Though his blindness meant he often needed more time, fortunately this storage room didn't contain anything too fragile, so he just needed to be careful. Adler treasured this hard-won job. The artifacts silently watched the busy young man. He didn't favor any particular piece, cleaning each one thoroughly, but whenever he wiped down that suit of armor hanging high above, he would always clean it with extra care. Adler had heard stories about this armor. It was called "Enlightenment,"and people told tales of the armor, with its great power and invincible previous owners. Those stories burned in his thin chest. Perhaps he too might someday... Whenever he thought this, Adler would calmly polish each scale even cleaner. The peaceful days continued until one snowy night, when the long-silent armor began glowing softly. Deer-like creatures called "Sunyas" emerged from Enlightenment, treading on falling snowflakes as they gathered around the sleeping young man. "New... master?" "I like him!" "Familiar scent." "...Mhm." "In this old one's opinion..." Their chatter didn't wake the sleeping person; they wanted to let his dream last a little longer-they would tell the young man about the good news when the snow cleared and the sun shone bright the next day.