Brazenness Tames the Workaholic Trash

II

Cale Henituse, the hero of the Kingdom, the owner of the God of Death's item, the first-born son of the Henituse Duchy, the hailed trash commander of the Kingdom will receive the highest military rank as wished by the citizens of Rowoon Empire.

He frowns, almost rolling his eyes at the newly crowned emperor of the empire telling him that he can't disagree.

"Who the fuck wants the Grand Marshall's title!? Give me my slacker life!" he couldn't help but curse at the emperor who was watching him sulking right now.

"You know what, Baby Cale. You're the hero that everyone wants to be their protector... and I am the Emperor, don't curse me." Alver Crossman, fascinated by the series of events, scoffed and smugly answered the great Henituse.

"I don't want it." Cale was firm in his decision.

"Unfortunately... the people penned the order themselves... two hundred million citizens asked for a military post for you... and not just any post but the highest-ranked official in the military."

"Your Majesty, the bright sun of the Rowoon Empire," forgoing the glib tongue, "I want my slacker life back."

"Grand Marshall Henituse, my deepest apology to the rising star of the Rowoon kingdom, but this is final..." smirking like old shit that's shitting with Cale right now, "See you at the Foundation Anniversary."

"You damn bas –" *toot! Toot! Toot!* "aish! Didn't he promise me my slacker life?! What happened to that promise! That bastard crown prince! I swear I'll sue him and roast him while robbing him all the golden plaques!" Cale trashes earning a light laugh from Deruth who was watching their conversation.

"Congratulations Cale... it seems that the duke's position is not for you... I should send the Crown word of thanks for this..." Cale gasped at his father walking out of the door.

"Congratulations Cale-nim."

"Young Master-nim congratulations!"

"Human!/Cale-nyah! Congratulations!"

That bastard Prince will have his day. He will see it to the end.

As the founding anniversary came fast, Cale, the rest of his group, and his family all came to the Capitals because the whole family is required for this kind of confirmation. He can see the disappointed faces of the nobles who fought for his status to wield power in the Empire.

Being the Grand Marshal would require him to seat as the Minister of Defense. He would hold the entirety of the Military forces, especially absolute commands over the knights, the mages, and the naval forces which are directly under Alver's command. Well, this badass position suits him but his slacker life is waving far away from him again.

He sulked for a good three months before he was coaxed to leave his den and attend this fucking party.

"Should I destroy the kingdom with the forces?"

Deruth frowned at his words. "Cale Henituse..." He sternly said, "do that... and the Duke's seat will be yours."

He flinched and went back sulking in the corner of the room.

Aigoo... my life... I just want my slacker life but this bastard emperor is taking the cake!

When he arrived at the palace a day before the celebration, Cale scoffed at the emperor who was giving him the capitalistic smile.

"ah..." he pondered, "I wonder when I started doing all this hard work..." He stared at the confused Alver and said, "That capitalistic smile brought my slacker-life far away... I feel like regretting being sworn brothers with you."