The Characters of TCF Watches a Damn Author's Fanfictions!

BTTWT I

Alver Crossman and Paethon couldn't help but ' pffft' into their hands. Cale's expression at that moment was just too funny. Cale is married, freaking married! The man who said he'd marry a slacker life is already married and working at another job!

"What the hell, romance?" Alver laughs so hard that he almost rolls off the chair, "Romance of all things, hahahahahahahahaha! I'll be an uncle in there! This is the best!"

Archie agrees, "This man doesn't have a speck of romance in his bones! Hahahaha! The one who made this must have a screw loose!"

"Indeed, this is hilarious," Duke Fredo exclaimed as he accepted a can of soda from Vicross.

Cale glared at the prince. He stood up and looked at Mary, saying, "Kindly hand that to me Mary."

Rosalyn stood up and took the remote from Mary's hand.

"Young Master Cale, we need some romance from a guy like you."

"Rosalyn..."

Whitara also laughed, and for the first time, the people who work for him are currently disobeying him. "Yeah. we also want to see another side of Young Master Cale."

"Just give it to me..." Cale said, reaching for it, but Rosalyn had already pushed the side button.

"Grand Marshall Henituse, my heartfelt apologies to the rising star of the Rowoon kingdom, but this is final..." smirking like old shit that's currently shitting with Cale, "See you at the Foundation Anniversary."

"Grand Marshal?! Hahaha hahaha! You refused the prime minister's position but accept this hahahahahaha!" Alver couldn't stop laughing at Cale's expression, "I love this stuff. Yes, the director of this is a genius! There should be a film about him being royalty! Hahaha hahaha!"

"You damn bas -" *toot! Toot! Toot!* "aish! Didn't he promise me my slacker life?! What happened to that promise? That bastard crown prince! I swear I'll sue him and roast him while robbing him of all the golden plaques!" Cale trashes earning a light laugh from Deruth who was watching their conversation.

Alver replied, "Promises are meant to be broken."

Cale made a mental note of that. He will run away after this.

That bastard prince will have his day. He will see it to the end.

"This bastard Prince will have his day. He will see it to the end." Cale said that out loud at the same time the video spoke his thoughts. Everyone looked at him and laughed. Everyone is enjoying roasting versions of him.

Being the Grand Marshal would require him to seat as the Minister of Defense. He would hold the entirety of the Military forces, especially absolute commands over the knights, the mages, and the naval forces which are directly under Alver's command. Well, this badass position suits him but his slacker life is waving far away from him again. He sulked for a good three months before he was coaxed to leave his den and attend this fucking party.

Raon chirps, "a sulky Human is cute!"

On, "right! He's cute! I like this one!!"

"Should I destroy the kingdom with the forces?"

"Damn... planning coup-de-tat," says Alver.

Deruth frowned as he spoke. "Cale Henituse..." he said firmly, "do that... and the Duke's seat will be yours."

Whitara, "this is the best blackmailing material."

"No it's not," Bassen interjected, clearly betrayed by the previous video, "the duke's seat is his." He knows how to hold a grudge!