The Sun Proposed to the Moon

A very friendly turtle

There are times in life when we're met with the expected. There are also times when the unexpected is expected but not in the way we had assumed.

"Mr. Soo."

"Kim."

"I don't care. Mr. Kim, taking care of their group is your job."

"But he asked you."

"Why should it matter?"

"You're the noble."

"And you're making this harder than it needs to be. I have already given you authority equal to my own."

"Cale."

"Mr. Kim Rok Soo."

Young Master Taylor had requested to follow behind Cale's group as they headed to the capital. Right now, Kim Rok Soo was trying to pass off his responsibilities to Cale.

"You're perfectly capable of making the decision yourself,"

Cale whispered with a deep frown.

"It's your decision, you hold the most authority."

Kim Rok Soo quickly whispered back into Cale's ear.

"I already said... ugh."

Cale moved away a bit at the feeling of Rok Soo's breath on his ear. He could feel his body heating up at such a simple feeling he wanted to bash his head into a wall.

"Do whatever you want."

He finally responded to Taylor.

Besides, there was no way they would find out who had written the letter just from traveling with them. If it was like this anyway, he might as well take care of them until the capital and have them owe him a debt.

As trash, using some for his own benefit like this was only fitting.

"Thank you. We will be under your care until we get close to the capital."

Cale started to smile a bit at Taylor's words.

'He's so much better than his brother.'

Close to the capital. Taylor was only asking for help until a location that would not make things difficult for Cale or Count Henituse in dealing with Venion or Marquis Stan for associating with the disabled Taylor. There would be many complications if they went into the capital together.

"That is to be determined."

Naturally, Cale wouldn't let such a useful pawn out of his grasp so quickly. And Kim Rok Soo already has plans for them.

"Of course. Feel free to let us know whenever is most convenient for you, young master."

"Uh-huh."

Taylor and Cage looked toward the casually responding Cale with curiosity. However, Cale avoided their gaze and started to speak to Hans.

"Bring our meal to the carriage."

"Yes, master."

Cale headed back to the carriage. Kim Rok Soo, of course, follows closely behind. At that moment, someone called out to them.

"Sir. Kim Rok Soo."

It was Cage. She seemed to have a headache as she started to frown and walk toward them. Cale had a bitter taste in his mouth while watching Cage approach them.

He could feel the presence of the God of Death lingering on her.

"What can I do for you, priestess-nim?"

"Do you really not believe in any god?"

'Now, what the heck does she want?'

Cale had tried to leave but felt Rok Soo's hand wrap around his waist, pulling him close. Also trapping him to listen to this conversation as well.