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Peeking through the wooden barrier, Cale Henituse narrowly pulled his dagger out as he watches over the chicken battalion. He will not get swarmed this time! This is for survival! To cook! Damn that old man though. Why did he just leave him there, getting massacred by literal small beaked-animals!?
"Operation One: Capture a very healthy chicken!" Cale mumbled to himself and mulled over Beacrox' not so hidden threat.
The redhead woefully sighs then took a step forward to face the chickens, "Punishment: get hunted by Beacrox with angry chickens and might also disturb the rabbits... Reward: Rye and his small smile!"
"W,,wai-t! oH SHIT-" The noble-born can't help but cringe and yelp when he stepped on clag, causing him to fall as his upper body head on fell onto the haystack.
The sticky muck hugs his pants, completely painting a messy brown on his excruciatingly painful choice of colour, greyish denims and also along with the clutter of straws hanging around his red hair.
Oh how disgusting, Beacrox is gonna kill him after he's seen what he's done with himself.
Hoisting himself up with his best on two arms, the redhead groans in pain - the dagger was long discarded once he fell. "Life is so fucking hard. Nature take me away-- ACTUALLY NEVER MIND. HAHA! My baby would be sad if I did. And I'm no bitch to do something as ruthless as that to my children..."
The redhead blankly stares at the chickens who were starting to surround him in curiosity. Oh, great. He's an exotic animal now, and the chickens are the annoying humans. What a mess.
'Mother who art in a painting, give me patien- ah?'
Cale blinked when he feels something on his back.
He looked back only to see two cockerel on his back, necks in concerning angles as they stare wide eyed at him. Oh. Cale felt absolute dread at that moment.
"AHHHH!"
"NO, GET OFF! I SAID GET OFF! STOP PICKING ON MY HAIR! IT'S NOT FOOD!!!"
The thirty-year old chef stared silently at the proclaimed young master in front of him. A damn noble. One whose trash yet so elegantly clean without even trying.
He, who complained every single thing especially about hygiene and whatnot, stands in front of him with the most proudest, stupidest grin and a choking cockerel in hand.
It was as if he had gone to the battlefield and had achieved the dead leader's head.
Don't even get him started on how disgraceful he looks- and oh my God, something smells disgusting... wait is that wet poo-! AND GODS DAMNED, THE FLOOR IS DIRTY AGAIN!
Not even trying to hide his frustration from the noble, Beacrox pinched his nose as he closed his eyes in distress.
"Go and wash yourself up. This is so disappointing," The assassin-chef was clearly processing it still.
"Why can't I have a normal life for once- ah, who am I kidding?" Beacrox mutters underneath his breath, his eyes showed his dissatisfaction as he sassily grabbed the shrieking chicken from the redhead who scowled (pouted) at the insult.
Cale huffs at the grumbling chef and just turned his head away, stomping over to the bathroom and slamming the door close. Che! Whatever, Rye needs him anyway! Hmph, he'll get more better at cooking once he leaves. And once they meet again, he'll challenge him!
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Through Divine Intervention. || 백작가의 망나니가 되었다
Fanfiction████████████████████ "아빠, dumb." The two-year old deadpans. Cale was sure his life could not get any more miserable, his son just called him dumb! Or, Throughout his eighteen years of life, Cale Henituse has finally understand how it feels to be ha...
