“It doesn’t look like you are nervous.”
Cale smiled instead of responding to his father’s statement. Cale’s complexion had gotten much better in the last few days. It had no choice but to get better.
‘Since I didn’t get beaten to a pulp.’
He meant by both the protagonist and the count. Although Cale had done nothing for now, he was always terrified that it would make him angry in some way as an excuse to beat him.
Cale was not beaten up yesterday.
He could also sleep well now. This was because he could feel the Indestructible Shield always surrounding his heart. Knowing that he could manage to survive, even if he did something wrong to someone like the count or Choi Han made it easier for him to sleep at night.
“Father.”
Cale was forced to call the count, "father" when there were other people around so that he seemed like the perfect little family.
“It looks like the number of people in the envoy has grown again. I asked you to reduce the number.”
He had asked his father to decrease the number of servants accompanying him to help with his needs. He said that Hans and Ron were enough. Of course, Hans turned pale at first, however, he started to pack right away after hearing that the kittens will be traveling with them as well.
“Ah, about that…”
For some reason, Deruth stopped his sentence without finishing. At that moment, someone else’s voice interjected itself into their conversation.
“That was my decision.”
It was the Count’s wife, Violan.
Her hair was perfectly formed in a bun, without a single stray hair, as she was looking down at her plate. She looked so similar to her son, Basen. Even the way they both did not make eye contact with Cale and had a stoic expression was the same.
“We can’t have someone from our family looking poor and terrible just because you want to go with such a small envoy.”
It was an extremely stoic voice. Violan then lifted up her gaze to look in Cale’s direction before continuing on.
“… I am not saying you are terrible.”
“Even I know that much.”
It was a half-truth, he knew very well that the more people there were, the easier it was to control him.
Violan hesitated for a moment after hearing Cale’s response, before taking another bite of her food and continuing to speak.
“People, especially nobles, care a lot about appearances.”
The Countess Violan. Cale quietly watched her.
She was born as the eldest daughter of a poor artist’s family, and had dreamt about being the head of a merchant guild when she grew up. She was influenced by the luxury items being sold to the nobles and came to the Henituse territory. Once she got here, she fell in love with the art of sculpting.
Eventually, she met Count Deruth and fell in love, living as the director for the territory’s cultural business operations
In Cale opinion, she had a lot of pride for herself and her life, which was why she had a lot of pride for this family as well.
Even though she knew that Cale was silently observing her, she continued on without a single change in her expression
"Anyways, there are a lot of people who think that appearances reveal everything about a person.”
That was her way of telling Cale to take a lot of servants with him. Her goal was for Cale to not be judged negatively just because he only took a few servants with him and so he can be easily controlled.
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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...
