Legend of the Western Lands

Secret Organization? (2)

Cale idly sipped a cup of tea while watching the night sky from his position on a rooftop. Stars twinkled in an unfamiliar pattern, unlike the few ones he could watch on earth during a short break or a sleepless night.

Boom.

Cale sometimes wonders how his old world is doing. It has been years now since he has been swapped with Kim Rok Soo, previously known as Cale Henituse, and Cale sometimes just thinks about old things he misses or doesn't miss.

"Ah! Stop-Stop them!"

"Help!"

Taking another sip of his slowly cooling tea, Cale quietly sighed.

He doesn't want to go back as he found a family here and Kim Rok Soo also made earth his home, there would be no place for Cale Henituse. However, Cale can't shake the feeling that something went disastrously wrong.

Crash. Boom.

He just wants to be a slacker and enjoy all the money he 'earned', only sometimes leaving his cozy mansion when the kids want to travel for a bit. Cale did his part by disposing of the white radish and his god complex alongside an actual god.

"Ah! No! Plea-please, have mercy."

Crash.

Cale didn't react much when Ron arrived next to the redhead. The butler bowed and wordlessly filled Cale's empty teacup with fresh tea. A sticky substance dyed the sleeves of Ron's uniform red. The butler noticed his glance and smiled ruefully.

"This Ron is sorry to present such a dirty picture. A rat got away, I'm afraid, and in my haste to clean up the mess I must have gotten some filth on my clothes.", the butler's benign smile looked as vicious as always.

Cale idly sipped his tea, hiding a grimace when the sour taste of lemon hit his taste buds.

"Not a fox?"

Ron set down the teapot carefully on a side table they prepared beforehand.

"A fox? No, they are nothing more than some sewer rats and this Ron can't let them remain in the same city as the young master. How could I be a good butler if I let such pests run wild?"

Booom. Crash. Bang.

The butler left Cale to his thoughts again and gracefully jumped down from the roof. Cale watched him go with a stoic expression on his face and set the teacup aside. His elegant fingers started playing with the hem of his sleeves as the chaos below unfolded.

The handsome redhead on the roof was clothed in a familiar black uniform. A star was stitched onto the breast pocket, the only color on the otherwise midnight-black uniform. A few people below were clothed similarly. They also shared another trait, to the dismay of the slave traders minding their own business.

All those black-clothed people appeared half an hour ago and started destroying stuff left and right. Many slave traders, still happy from the earlier successful transaction, could only watch as those masked individuals destroyed years of hard work in a few minutes. They tried to stop them, but one worker could only cry helplessly when the strong mercenaries that were hired to defend them were tossed around like useless straw dolls.

Amid the sudden chaos, one of the cloaked individuals shouted something along the line of "We are the Secret Organization!" and when someone answered fearfully "Truth?!", the masked individual went quiet for a second. Another attacker, this time a man a bit taller than the previous one with a broadsword in his glove-covered hands answered instead.

"No, we are the true secret organization."

Before anyone could further question the intruders, the two men made short work out of both people and the area. Their terrified screams should have alerted guards and passersby, yet no one came to investigate. Every second of the chaos sent the helpless slave merchants into further despair.