Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

XXXIV

Callen was awake the whole night that Alver watched him sleep. He rose from the bed and watched him leave with the Royal Knights trailing behind him. His gaze was fixed on his brother, who had a serious expression on his face.

"Follow them."

The swordsman and the dragon followed.

Choi Han undoubtedly follows his orders, but he was surprised that Eruhaben followed too.

He stood up, looked at Ron, and began addressing the Palace of Joy's affairs with the same accuracy and precision he had always displayed. He began reviewing the accounts and issued orders to assist the forces.

He is unable to accompany them.

He can't follow them by sneaking behind them. The Royal Knights who were protecting Zed Crossman were also protecting him. It's as if they're telling him he's the only remaining heir to the throne. He sighed and resumed his duties as the second master of the Royal City.

He looked at the knight, who was watching him work with Alver's documents. His willpower was so strong that he didn't notice that a toddler was working on such important documents so quickly.

"Prepare for the rations. Open the gate to the Witton Palace, and have the people whose villages were burned down take refuge there."

His orders were consistent and literal in nature. He procured medicines and magic potions, and even after not less than a day, the forces left. The order was made just yesterday, and everything passed by in a second. His leadership, decisions, and the knights watching this ostensibly spoiled prince sent shivers down their spines. That's not an ordinary toddler, if you ask them.

"Ron."

"Yes, My Lord."

"Vicross."

"Yes, My Lord."

Even the beastmen that took refuge at the Witton Palace are moving according to their will.

"Send a message to Hyunnie, tell him that rations will be delivered to the camp." The little hawks around him are one by one sending messages, even to his other brothers.

He was supposed to be supporting Alver and Robbit, but he's supporting all of his siblings, who are fighting for the throne.

"Ron, take some healers to the Witton Palace. While you're at it, gather information about the patterns of attack."

"Vicross, prepare the dungeon, we will attack the Northern gates."

"Yes, My Lord."

Papers after papers flew around the table. Orders after orders were given in just a week. When it's time to attack the Northern gates, the Seventh Prince however, did not leave the palace but left his butler to take control of the North.

It happened so fast, the no one can deny the real influence that this Seventh Prince has.

Even the people are moving and supporting the fighters without second thoughts.

The knights who had been with Callen marvelled at his talent. A child was able to concoct devilish tactics that the rebels couldn't predict. It didn't even take three hours to retake the north and east gates in a day.

"Prepare the carriage, I will go to the palace."

The Seventh Prince looked haggard but he still worked.

Zed Crossman who had been receiving reports about Callen looked at the child calmly submitting is report. One could hear some nobles sneering. However, the child was unfazed with the fact that everyone was looking down at him.