Just like a true Crime

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A.N: In my requests I have the song 'Lily' and 'Notion', I'll be doing those soon. This chapter takes place after Cale defeats White Star and while they're investigating 'The Hunters'.

Cale licked his dry lips before opening his mouth to speak.

"Why would I need an Autobiography?"

The disguised blond let out a sigh of stress.

"Because It's either that or you'll be forced to become the Prime Minister."

At that Cale shivered eyes turning accusing.

"Hyung-nim the citizens wish to know more about their hero, so it's either autobiography, constant attendance to balls/banquets, or Prime Minister."

Cale rubbed his temples, before glaring at the future Emperor of Roan Empire.

"How did I even win? I didn't even make myself a voting choice..."

Alberu shrugged sheepishly.

"I had to sign your name up to the ballot choices, the people were rioting."

At that Cale's glare intensified.

"So this this your fault?! Hyung-nim you promised to gift me my slacker life!"

Alberu sweatdropped.

'Donseang, I love you but its hard to give you something nonexistent.'

Of course Alberu didn't say that, he didn't want to end up with the duchy declaring war on him.

"Look it's not that hard, just describe your life."

Cale's left eye twitched.

"Ah yes, describe my entire life to strangers, not to hard is it?!"

Alberu sighed.

"I mean that's just the life of a noble hero such as my lovely donseang. If the citizens see me as the Sun of the Empire then they might see you as the crimson moon glowing in warning toward any threat of the empire. That is the Supreme Commander of the-"

"Shut your mouth."

Alberu held himself from laughing.

'This is fun, no wonder he's always doing this to me.'

"Donseang, it doesn't have to be specific... a small speech or a short summary, hell maybe even a poem would suffice!"

At that Cale perked up.

"A poem?"

Alberu nodded his head.

"Yeah the citizens love you so much even a poem from you would be treated like a holy grail. Although you better not half-ass it or -"

"Ok."

Alberu froze.

"Huh."

"I'll start a recording of a poem that will be released, and in return you WILL hand the Prime minister seat to someone else." The tone of voice left no room for discussion.

Alberu blinked.

"Uh sure-"

"Now get out of my room I'm tired."

Alberu's brow twitched at the disrespect, but he did as he was told.

After the man left Cale got of his bed and practically ran to one of his private rooms, not coming out until the day was almost over.

***

Cale had a bright smug grin on his face.

He was completely unaware of the dozens nobles staring at him for it.

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