Light stabs at reddish-brown eyes as they open, bandages wrapped around his wounded side. Caused by the accident that happened last night, that try to heal him gently. A warm and gentle hand touches and shakes his shoulder lightly. The hand feels like a tired parent waking up their child for their studies or breakfast.
"Young Master, the count hopes to eat breakfast with you."
A benign and old voice calls out to the crimson-haired child as he pretends to stir. The young master, Cale, already knew of the butler- an assassin- as soon as he entered the room. He looks at the familiar face of his butler Ron, who he cared for like his father until Ron left him to fend for himself. Yet, he finds those loving feelings floating back up to the surface. The thoughts of the betrayal gently wash in, like gentle waves against the shore of a beach, which causes his mood to slowly sour while sitting up. Ron stands straight watching his master rub his face groggily as he just woke up. His old eyes scan the bandages that wrap around the redhead's slender yet built frame with a hint of coldness in his brown orbs. Cale doesn't notice as his mind is foggy as he goes through and orders the thoughts that run rampant. Ron walks to his side and tends to the blood-soaked wrappings as Cale frowns at the memory of having to meet Choi Han tonight. He does not want to get beaten by that vicious punk again. The butler, Ron, takes notice of his master's sour expression before he stands back up and holds out a cup of lemonade, which the crimson-haired does not like.
Cale takes the cup before pouring all of the contents onto the white sheets, gaining a slight eye-widening from the old butler in shock. He then throws the empty tea cup across the room, making it shatter as it contacted the wall opposite him and Ron. Silence envelopes the room, the air thick with Cale's anger and distaste for what his used-to-be ex-butler did. Ron recovers from what the little puppy did since he thinks Cale is a bit upset from last night's hangover. Ron could not be even more wrong with his thoughts at the moment. Ron goes to move, just moving his shoulder slightly to turn. Cale gets up and violently glares at Ron causing the latter to still be in his spot, not wanting to anger this-this tiger anymore. Cale purses his lips in a distasteful frown as he observes Ron. The butler stands as still as a statue before him, yet his benign smile never faltered even when the cup broke. His Henna brown eyes then turn to the cup and glare before walking towards the bathroom silently. The air is still stiff as Ron moves to leave before hearing Cale.
"Tell the Count that I won't be eating with him. I have more important things to do than to play family with a piece of garbage."
Cale closes the door not noticing how Ron stares at his back in muted curiosity and shock at his words that would go unnoticed by everyone but those close to him. Ron smiles as he leaves the room to clean up the mess of lemonade and ceramic. Cale has never looked at him like that before. A look spoke, "if you move one wrong way, your life ends right here." It has been years since he saw that look on someone's face that only comes from someone alright with the thought of blood being shed and is not afraid of getting a bit dirty. People only like him and his son could make that glare, those looks of pure distaste and hatred for the person's mere existence. Shivers run up and down his spine as he walks right by his son, Beacrox, who notices this sudden odd behavior from his father. However, this story is not focused on Ron and Beacrox's side so let us move back to the main character of this long and seemingly endless Record.
As Cale looks over his now scarred body from last night, he lets out a light chuckle at the memories that flood his mind, how he will change things this round, this time being back in this spot, in this pain. He will never forget the pain everything has caused him- not everyone has caused him. Cale is familiar with this feeling of waking up in that bed, on this day, at this place after dying. He felt it so many times that he did not even count them. This crimson-haired man is just so tired that he wishes that death take him and let him be, yet, he knows that God won't be as kind to him. Oh, how he hates the damn God of Death. He wants God's head on a pike, his body tortured under all of the pain that he made Cale feel.
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The Trash Comes Back for Revenge (Regresser! Cale)
PertualanganKim Rok Soo never became Cale Henituse as Cale has regressed. Cale has lived through the war and has reverted to the past with the help of the God of Death who takes pity on him. In this life, Cale has taken the knowledge from his past life to this...
