Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

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Cale Henituse smiled triumphantly as he held the object in his hands. He now possesses the black dragon egg that wreaked havoc on the Henituse Territory. He doesn't require this one. He'd already planned everything for his territory, and all he needed now was Alver Crossman on his side.

He's already wary of him because of his cute little reincarnator, that sissy-simp. He was supposed to make a good deal with him, but he's keeping him at a distance due to his jealousy and love for his little brother to the ends of the earth.

Getting a big deal with the reincarnator, on the other hand, is a good thing.

"How should I present you to that rogue?" Cale pondered. Everyone will recognize this as a dragon's egg. The shiny black luster and the mana surrounding it indicated that it was a powerful beast.

"This will be in danger if I give him to that kid without even thinking."

The black egg soon stopped emitting powerful mana. It shrank slightly, and he had a fucking revelation from the God of Death. On a piece of paper, words were written, <I've taken care of your problem. Please do gift this one to my baby.>

Cale frowned and felt disgusted with the God of Death.

"What a doting bastard god." He cringes and rides his horse.

Today is the day of the nobles' hunting festival. Iris will be forced to marry the third prince because of some incident perpetrated by the third queen. The day that Alver Crossman will realized how terrifying the third queen is and receives a heavy injury. Also, the day that Robbit Crossman will decide to suppress the third prince and distances himself from the First Prince.

Cale has notified Callen about it. That child will surely make a plan or two to avoid the peril but Cale needed to be there to oversee and assess who are the nobles who took part in the rebellion that will soon happen.

A rebellion where Alver Crossman was crowned the Crown Prince.

He smiled. He needs to hurry if he wants to see the chaos that the youngest prince will make.

Will he become an overlord? or a usurper? He loves being slacker-like but makes so much effort that it would make him pack up. Cale chuckled and looked at Hilsman and the knights who were following after him.

"We'll rush to the capital."

"Yes, My Lord!"

[*****]

"Hyunnie! It's so hot!" Callen whines and melts in his seat. It's his birthday; it should be winter, but why is it so hot in the capital?! "Hyunnie!"

Alver just pursed his lips. He can't act like a doting brother right now, because Callen will soon be given the authority of the prince.

"Brother Ribbit... Hyunnie doesn't love me anymore! Like Iris-noona feels for you!" Callen rolls to the other side, whining cutely because of the heat. He's a kid and royalty, but he doesn't care about being royalty.

Robbit shook his head and finally stood up. He reached out a small blue gem to him and said, "Here... place it in your pocket, you won't feel hot soon."

Callen smiled as he felt the coolness wrap around his body.

He's aware that as the host of the party, along with Alver, he shouldn't act like a brat, but he wants to display their closeness.

"Hyunnie."

"Callen..." He looked up and saw Alver's reprimanding gaze. He sat up straight and scooted close to Alver.