The child of a god

17

Late at night.

Deputy butler Hans had to stand in front of Count Deruth. He started to make his report while Deruth quietly listened until he was finished.

“He is currently sleeping in his room.”

Hans finally finished his report and Deruth started to speak.

“The driver reported that he went to the Flynn Merchant Guild’s illegitimate son’s tea shop. Today, he brought a young man whose identity we cannot verify. In terms of drinking, he only drank a little bit and kept a clear head.”

Hans’s report was short, but Deruth found that short report interesting.

“Should we put a tail on him?”

He waved his hand to oppose Hans’s question. He didn’t want to know what his son was doing on the outside to the point he would put a tail on him, After all he didn't care about his son he was spying on him just to see if he did even more damage, an excuse to punish him or get mad at him.

thority to handle.”

Deruth cherished Hans the most out of all the young deputy butlers. It was because he fulfilled orders well and was a good person.

“Do what you have been doing in terms of observing Cale inside the house and reporting what you see.”

“I understand.”

Hans did not say anything else as he bowed his head.

Deruth. He was someone who did not have any special abilities nor any solid networks. However, just like the previous Count, he was able to rule over the Henituse territory and grow his wealth by selling marble and wine. He was someone who was able to protect his territory properly.

‘Cale has changed.’

Cale felt different than normal. It wasn’t that he suddenly got smarter or stronger, but that his actions were clearly different.

Deruth watched Hans walk out of his office as he started to think. There was a lot of things for him to think about other than the change in Cale’s demeanor.

If he got stronger physically and mentally it would have been a problem because maybe he wanted to have his revenge, Deruth shivered at the very thought.

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“Young master, you were sleeping so soundly that I did not wake you up.”

Cale had slept in. The fact that Ron brought lemonade instead of cold water again made things even worse. However, Cale could not say anything about it.

It was because there was a bandage around Ron’s neck.

“Are you hurt?”
“…Are you worrying about me?”

Cale was actually worried but pretend that he didn't care

“No. It’s just annoying to look at.”
“It is nothing much. I was just scratched by a cat’s claw.”

Is a, ‘cat,’ another reference to an innocent person?
Cale was sure that someone would have had their fated meeting last night. He avoided the gaze of Ron, who was smiling, and headed toward the chamber’s window. He needed to move faster because he slept in.’

“Will you be heading out right away?”
“Yes. I’ll take care of everything on my own outside.”
“I understand. Oh, young master.”

Cale let go of the door handle and turned to look at Ron. Ron had an odd smile on his face.

“What do you think about the lemonade?”
“Great. It’s delicious.”

Ron’s voice became an octave lower.