Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

XIX

Alver was surprised when Callen landed a deal with Cale Henituse. He didn't know how, but tracing Callen's funds related to Cale Henituse revealed that he had amassed a sizable fortune. What a terrifying toddler! It just all started when Callen went to Hentiuse County.

He would have suspected something if it had been anyone else, but everything around Callen seemed calculated and smooth. He last saw his brother tampering with his documents a year ago, but every time Callen does it, it always works in his favor. Even without doing anything, everything seemed to go his way.

What surprised him the most was Callen's choice of the Sten Marquessate as his first target.

Taylor and Venion Sten were also a major concern.

Alver had Ron look after Callen, but the butler was also keeping things in order and paying more attention to Callen than to him.

He sighed and looked over the information on the Sten Marquessate and the third queen. The farce became stale as a result of Robbit's sudden movement.

Of course, Robbit was able to deprive Hellion and the Third Queen of their funds. Except for the Henituses, all mining contracts and rights are subject to their jurisdiction.

"It's time for me to move."

Before issuing any commands. Cale Henituse requested an audience from him. The redhead's gaze was fixed on him. The trash firstborn is making his moves.

To be honest, he does have some faith in this guy, not only because Callen is close to him, but also because he exudes an aura that makes him feel at ease with him. Even though his jealousy toward him causes him to beg for his toddler's attention—Cale Henituse is someone Alver believes is worth betting on.

"What is it?"

"Right to the point, I see," Cale Henituse said as he sat down and opened a ledger. It contains all of the necessary information for the entire Rowoon Kingdom. Even Senate transactions were made public.

"Since neither of us intends to waste time, Your Highness, would you like to make a deal with me?"

In comparison to the slanderous rumors that surround him, this elegant bastard is quite astute.

"The game you and my Callie play is quite dangerous," he says, flipping the ledger.

"You know your brother is special, but you're turning a blind eye to it," Cale Henituse said emphatically.

Alver did not refute this. It's the truth, so there's no need to say otherwise.

"You know, Lord Henituse... there are times that we resemble each other."

Cale said, "What a terrifying idea."

"So... what is it that you want?" Alver asked.

"I just want Venion Sten. You can do anything you like with Taylor and the marquis."

Alver looked at Cale Henituse, his usual calm tone was bridled with anger.

"I'm not sure why you want him, but I guess it's pretty serious," Alver said, nodding, "Alright then... I'll take care of everything after... But the Sten Marquessate, I want to have and keep it at bay."

"Thank you, Your Highness... After I mess with them, you can loot the Marquessate..." Cale Henituse stood up and smiled, "You better prepare a good cushion, Your Highness. I promised Baby Callie I'd give him a good gift once this one was settled."

"All right. One more thing. Did the count know?"

Cale Henituse looked at him and said, "If he did, I wouldn't have come here to you."