Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

XLIV

Anyone would be surprised if the second prince they knew turned out to be a little crazy, in the sense that he was not following in the footsteps of his little brother's insanity—but actually choosing his own way to insanity.

Hellion is afraid that just looking at his idiotic eldest brother, useless second brother, and the chaos incarnate-seventh who supports their insanity in ways they aren't even aware of will cause him to lose his sanity.

"I must be insane as well," he huffed, lamenting the fact that he had even come here in the first place. He must've had an inkling of what, who, and why they'd go this far when he learned they were trying to figure out who was involved in the rebellion and the movements of the north.

The masked man. On Callen's fifth birthday, he remembered seeing him in the forest. The man attempted to flee the black sphere that appeared out of nowhere. It took him several hours to remember where he had seen him.

He came from the north and had been moving in the dark. Callen and Cale devised a plan to get that jerk out of the dark. This elaborate incident will conclude it. Both of them appeared to be attempting to avert an impending danger.

Rather, they are attempting to prevent that person from doing anything. They even unlocked his mana in the hopes of killing that white-masked man.

"Mommy-nim, the Crown Prince is currently collaborating with the Paerun Kingdom," Clopeh announced solemnly.

Mommy-nim. Hellion shuddered at the thought. Cale Henituse, his brother's proclaimed wife, and their younger brother's closest aide scrutinized Clopeh's report. How can this redhead let this lunatic call him mommy-nim? He just couldn't figure them out.

"He looks as if he'd sell his kingdom for Callen," Hellion mused.

"Well, it's better than some tyrant ruling over them," Robbit observed.

Hellion looked at Robbit, who responded to his thoughts. Robbit was pleased with the devilish schemes devised by Cale and Callen.

"You know, if things go wrong, Rowoon might get caught up in power struggles."

"Everything's already wrong," Robbit smirked, "whenever Callen leads everything, everything is far from reality and always goes wrong, but aren't we still alive?"

"He's not your typical kid," Alver said. He stood behind them, observing the red and black hair as it worked.

Hellion turned to face Alver. This man was already getting ready to help. He always cleans up after himself and gets everything out cleanly in Callen's plans.

Alver's role is to assist Callen in safely escaping from trouble. Robbit's role is to lead the charge and carry out Callen's plan.

And what about him? Hellion wondered what he could do to help them as well.

"You're good with underhanded moves; why not make it your strong point?"

Fuck. Did I say that out loud?

Robbit was smugly looking at him, while Alver had a small smile on his face.

"Sure, why not? Callen's movements are always discrete, so I might as well help with that."

"You're aware that I betrayed you once," Hellion said.

"But you're not the type of person who would betray those who put their trust in you," Alver stated proudly. "You would have betrayed your mother a long time ago if you did."

That silenced Hellion.

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