Cale continued to talk to the powers.
"what's your name?"
"...."
"You don't have one, do you?"
"no"
"then from now on you will be Ray"
"sounds good but human why are you talking to me so casually? Aren't you supposed to be greedy like all humans? You're weird. You don't even want to know how to get me?"
The redhead was confused
was it wrong to be nice to Ray?
Despite everything Cale was still a child and he was still innocent despite everything he had been through so he didn't understand what he was doing wrong.
"then, How do I get your power?
Asked the little god
"simple, you have already fulfilled all the qualifications"
"and What are these qualifications?"
"simple you have to be a Thames to get me and you are Jour Thames' son, so you don't have to worry about anything"
The voice said excitedly
After that a blinding light dazzled Cale, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand and saw a snowflake tattoo right on his skin.
"now I belong to you, make good use of this power"
Ray said before his voice disappears.
The boy was amazed, he had just gained an ancient power.
He ran to his room, by now it was morning and without realizing it he left the lamp in the study, the only trace that he had ever been there.
Obviously with the luck he had on the way back he met Ron at the door of his room.
He couldn't help it so he decided to pretend, which is one of the things that came best to him.
He walked over to Ron, rubbed his eyes, yawned and said in a tired voice
"Ron, I finally found you, I couldn't find you so I came looking for you"
Obviously the assassin was suspicious of the child but thought it was just a child and children don't lie because they are pure compared to adults who lie for their benefits.
Ron smiles at his young master and asked
"why were you looking for me?"
"I am hungry"
Cale got straight to the point.
The two walked towards the dining room where there was still no one, fortunately.
The little boy eats in silence before getting up and leaving the room.
Right at the door the young man met one of his greatest fears ... His own father, Count Deruth Henituse.
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The child of a god
FanfictionCale's mother died when he was 8 and a part of him had died with her. He was so destroyed that tears could not fall from his eyes on the day of the funeral People began to think that he was a monster for not crying at his mother's funeral and for th...
