Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

LVII

The Royal Library is vast, with thousands of books collected throughout Rowoon's history. There are records of previous kings and queens.

Callen, our great little god, fixed his gaze on the section at the library's far and secluded end.

He'd been coming to the royal library for two years, and he'd always wanted to read the red book, volumes 1 through 35. He'd been staring at those books as if they were calling out to him like an old man handing out candy to children.

He climbed the ladder and looked through the unidentified books. He opened the sixth volume and immersed himself in it.

He was so lost in time that when Robbit and Alver came into the library looking for him, they came to a halt as they looked at the book in his hands.

"Hello, Your Highness-Hyung, Brother Ribbit," the boy said, his eyes fixed on that abominable book.

Robbit instinctively took a step back. Goosebumps appeared on his body as he relived the terror of that book. The baby is holding "that" book.

The Book of Trauma and Self-Proclamation

Screw it. It's Callen's Grandpa Benedict's book!

Robbit relived his childhood memories as an innocent and sweet child. Back when he wasn't tainted by books about the whoresomeness of a man in his prime and vigor.

"This f—---"

Alver immediately shut him up with a glare. Robbit pursed his lips, defeated. The resurgence of that book makes him nervous.

Alver smiled as he looked at Robbit, who had a connection to that book. Robbit frowned at the older boy, gaping like an idiot because his Hyung-nim had decided to leave him in the care of their baby.

"Baby, we should go," Alver said, but Robbit still hasn't moved.

That was the title of Robbit's nightmare book.

Callen took a look at Alver, then at Robbit. "This book is for you, Brother Ribbit..."

See what I mean? Alver tried to stop himself from laughing by pursing his lips. He can't help but think about how Callen and Robbit previously rocked the house with that book. Robbit seemed terrified of that book. He just frowned and cursed inside his head after their baby brother went and rubbed it in his face how useless he is.

"Baby, that's a cursed book; babies shouldn't read it!"

"But I'm already fifteen years old; I'm already marryable," Callen innocently inquired.

"You're not going to marry without my permission, baby," Robbit said, hoping Callen wouldn't interfere.

Robbit continued to back away as Callen's smile widened.

"Is that why Brother Ribbit couldn't give Crown Prince Hyung and Brother Helly nephews for a long time?"

The past trauma was relived once more.

Robbit felt helpless—even his bedtime routine was being questioned.

"You should definitely go back and study Brother Ribbit; Grandpa Benedict's books are fantastic!"

He's definitely going to burn those books. His world began to spin again as he listened to his baby.

Alver stretched out his arms, waiting for Callen to leap on him. Of course, the boy did so and sat down in his arms. He looked like an eleven-year-old, despite the fact that he was fifteen. They exchanged glances, but neither of them wanted to leave the other's arms.