Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

LIV

"Do you want to visit the palace?" Cale offhandedly, said and looked at the boy who's been frowning ever since they returned to the County. They're moving left and right then scout bastards, like shit.

"I can?!"

It rendered everyone speechless. Callen looked at them and frowned. He's actually excited to go back to the capital. He had been in a really bad mood for the past few days.

"I'm thinking of sending you there for good."

Callen was silent. He seemed to be satisfied with that too.

"You'll be safer in the capital than with us," Cale added.

"Then... I can really go?"

"Yes."

Deruth also assured him that everything would be fine.

Without second thoughts, Callen took the kittens and his black dragon and ran to the teleportation device.

"I'll go now!" he excitedly said, activating it without second thoughts. Choi Han smiled while Eruhaben shook his head. They've been informed of the circumstances, so this much is fine.

"We'll follow after him."

"Oh... Clopeh, should've reached the capital now too."

That made Choi Han frown.

Eruhaben shocked his head once again and followed the thirteen-year-old.

That restless fanatic will soon become a lunatic. Callenism as it's best. Xavier Crossman did a good job creating a new religion that Clopeh will lead, for fuck's sake. That priest will return to the palace and prepare Callen's return. That bastard lunatic will ask the Crown to establish his religion.

[A/N: another reason why I want Clopeh as friend hahahahhahaha]

Alver Crossman will have to control his temper until everything's settled.

[***]

Alver, Robbit, and Hellion finally sat down after taking care of the plaza incident.

They've already been working together for seven years. Hellion even abandons his Maternal Family as a result of it. They've been meddling in everything since they noticed him participating in all Kingdom matters.

Rowoon Kingdom thrived even more than it had in Cale Henituse's memories of a different future.

That's right. Alver Crossman discussed everything with Cale Henituse. The redhead was straightforward with him. He even revealed that Callen was a transmigrator in the past. He spilled everything the night Alver confirmed Callen's survival.

"Hah... you should go back early now," Hellion advised Robbit, "Iris is about to go into labor; you should take some time off."

"Right... We've pretty much prepared for the worst," Alver said to Robbit, smiling.

"Ahhh. I'm too tired to move," Robbit said as he stood up and headed for the bed. With Callen's belongings around, Alver's bed had been his safe haven.

Hellion stood up and aimed for the bed as well. They were used to sleeping in one bed. They can't afford to walk back to their palaces because they're always buried in paperwork.

They both collapsed onto the bed, only to hear a shriek. They got out of bed right away.

Three blondes locked their gaze on the boy on the bed. He was teary-eyed, but he smiled anyway.

"h—how?"

"Hello," Callen said, rubbing his eyes. His back hurt, but he ignored them and returned to his sleeping position, "ah..."