On The Other Side

[Chapter 1] Depart

A red was seen strolling on the left side wing of the Henituse Castle. It was unusual to see the eldest child of the Count to be sober and not a single bottle was held that day.

He was also heard mumbling to himself and look quite troubled.

The teenager was a terror for the servants of the estate. He is known as trash through the whole territory and even the whole kingdom is aware of this.

For Cale Henituse, the castle is a cage- no. It was the territory itself.

He endure every insult and mistreatment towards him (the servants was subtle about it, but nothing escape the old assassin). He may be the son of the Count, but it was not enough for people to look down on him and treat him with disdain.

He was tired of it of course, after all he's only a human.

Suddenly, Cale's gaze went to the direction of the kitchen.

"I am thankful, young master. But this kind of opportunity is too good. I don't want to be in debt with you any longer."

"Auntie, I don't want you to be alone in here. I've crossed several dimensions for missions. This dimension and the dimension where I was born, is the only home that I have. Consider it as a gratitude for not leaving my side. Thank you, Auntie."

"No. Thank you so much, young master Cale."

Cale strode at the direction of the kitchen. It is a place that was important to him. He can imagine a little Cale running at the kitchen and bothering the servants, especially Beacrox.

Cale sigh as he stood in front of a door. Kitchen #2 was engraved on a plaque and hanged on the door. He opened it and a very clean kitchen greeted him.

He snorted.

He's a clean freak as always.

At the counter, sharpening a knife stood Beacrox. The sound of the door opening made him look at the direction. The sight of the red head made him frown in confusion.

At this hour, the young master should've visit a lot of pub and bar to get wasted. But the young master in front of him is completely sober.

"What can I do for you, young master?"

The teenager in front of him is a child he considered as his little brother. It hurts him to see him getting insulted and mistreated.

"Hyung-nim."

Beacrox flinched. It had been awhile since he heard the red head call him that. Ever since he grab that alcohol.

Ah. It's really been awhile.

"Yes Cale?" He could feel like a lump stuck on his throat.

"Can you bring Ron in here? We need to talk."

The sudden request of his father's presence caught him off guard.

Why? What's going on?

***

"What can I do for you, young master?"

The old servant had been with him since he was an offspring. He trust Ron more than he trust anyone.

Ron is important to him along with Beacrox. He wanted them to be happy. He was thankful to them both, who was willing to put up on his act.

"Ron," Cale called his caretaker. He stared at the face of the person who became older and older with every year he spends with the red head.

"Are you still after for revenge?"

The benign smile that Ron wore faltered before catching himself.

"I believe this old man don't understand what you mean, young master."