Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

XXXIII

Cale Henituse looked around. The eerie atmosphere has yet to subside. It's the same. Back when the war loomed over the kingdom.

He looked at Alver Crossman, who was cradling the young god in his arms.

He was a variable, and yet the soul of this child was reborn inside that body.

"Your Highness." Cale Henituse called out. The prince looked at him. He's worried—he can tell. The power of death became even stronger.

This is getting dangerous. It can trigger something other than the bastard white mask or the demon realm.

"Your Highness, be careful. Someone might come for him."

"Tell me... who is it?" Alver Crossman asked.

"The Hunters."

This was supposed to be a secret until the war, but considering their situation, the hunters wouldn't let this pass by. They're people who can go against the laws of the world and once killed another god.

"I understand."

Cale looked at him. He never would've thought that the sly bastard prince he used to serve could be this kind and gentle. He had never considered this person to be brother material because he had always been a jerk.

However, seeing him right now, Cale couldn't look away.

He once held his father's dead body in his arms.

He once buried his siblings in a scorched, dry place without grass or flowers blooming.

That's why he made a deal to bring this person into this world, all to save his people.

Count Cale Henituse, commander of the forces of Rowoon, only wished for his people to live.

"I will protect you," Cale said, "and don't let go of him until everything is done."

[xxx]

Hellion heaved a heavy sigh the moment he entered his room. His mother was deposed while he was confined to his palace. His faction continued to weaken the moment Sten Marquessate got caught.

All because of the First Prince and the Seventh Prince.

"Fufufu."

He turned to face the person dressed in a black robe. His laughter was sinister, indicating that he finds the situation amusing.

"A god, huh?" the man says as he walks away, "I'll look after the little god... and... that red blood."

Hellion didn't have to say anything.

While his mother was gaining strength through the factions and rebels, he happened to make contact with the Hunters. No one should be able to know he made contact with them.

"I'll take care of this problem for you. You just need to distract some people while you're at it."

But he had no idea that his mother would not be satisfied with just the rebels.

[xxx]

"Cale Henituse."

"Your Highness."

They had yet another freaking embrace.

"Excellent work, Husband."

"You as well, Wife."

"That Grandpa Benedict book should be burned," said Robbit, who appeared to be third wheeling.

He's had enough of these romantic gags. So, what's the big deal about the book? It had no effect on his relationship with Iris.

"Because you don't understand the meaning of Grandpa Benedict's words."