Precious [Trash of the Count Family x Child!OC]

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-Third Person POV-
-Location: Plaza of Glory-

A week later, Cale got off the carriage. The carriage that he got off from had the Henituse Golden Turtle on it.

- It has been a while.

Cale agreed with what the Black Dragon said inside his head.

Cale was currently at the Plaza of Glory. A large fence was around the northern part of the plaza that was destroyed by the explosion. He looked behind him and nod his head as Eve walked out of the carriage. As soon as she steps out, the Balck Dragon quickly change her appearance. Her snow-white hair to pitch-black hair like Choi Han. Her eyes are now blue.

Eve surprisingly made a fast recovery from her injuries. Despite how deep her wound is, she manages to walk around. It seems the perk of being a zombie is here is fast healing.

Cale just walked forward, only looking toward his seat. The Henituse family’s knight brigade, led by their Vice-Captain, walked with Cale in the centre of their formation to protect him. The crown prince had let Cale bring Eve with him because there was no one else to watch her back in their room.

As Cale and Eve were walking, he heard someone say something that gave him the chills.

“Oh, young master Silver Light!”

Cale immediately started to frown.

“Ahem, hem.”

Cale could see the smirk on the Vice Captain’s face as he let out some fake coughs while Eve was looking at the civilian and started to frown some more. The Vice-Captain lowered his body a bit to whisper in Cale’s ear.

“Young master, I guess they call you, ‘young master Silver Light,’ now. Ahem, cool people like you are bound to get awesome nicknames.”

‘Shit.’

Cale held back the rough words in his mind. He can't cuss in front of Eve or else she will ask about it. He doesn't want her to start cussing because of him.

Young master Silver Light, young master Shield, he didn’t want to hear such cheesy and embarrassing things. However, Cale knew that it would have been much worse if it wasn’t for the crown prince subduing the rumours, so he could not say anything about it.

All he could do was stoically speak to the Vice-Captain, who was shrugging his shoulder.

“I’m sure they’ll stop if I drink and act like I usually do, right?”

“Ahem, hem!”

The Vice-Captain could not say anything and just turned away. That made Cale start to smile, but that smile immediately disappeared. It was because of what the Vice-Captain said next.

“I think it would be best if you avoided alcohol since you are still recovering.”

Cale was still officially recovering and not 100 per cent. Eve was supposed to be recovering as well but here she is, walking beside him after eating hundreds of cookies and drinking many cups of milk.

The official story was that he was injured because he used his ancient power past its intended limits so that he could protect the crowd, causing a miracle to happen that prevented the explosion.

That miraculous story naturally originated from the crown prince. That was why the staff at the Henituse residence was busy protecting the injured Cale.

It was not just the staff at the capital. Cale thought about his father, Count Deruth, who was planning on coming up to the capital a few days ago. This was what Deruth had said through the video communication.