A Trashes Way To Saving The World

Chapter 2: Back In Time

Cale grunts as he turns around in bed. A tons of empty high grade healing potions were on his nightstand. He had no time to waste, for all he knew, Basen could be in danger or hurt now!

One of the reasons he had agreed upon this saving the world shit was to fix things with his family.

The only way he could think of to protect his step-family when he was a child was to act as trash. He was content with them getting accepted however, an empty hole cracked in him as he couldn't get close to them because of his act.

The hole in him grew bigger when his family all died with no happy memories of ever being able to interact properly with them.

Haa... Huh?

"Why must I come and check on that trash? It's not like anyone even cares about him..."

A scummy grin crawled up his face, still, being trash defines all his actions if he acted out towards this maid that shit talked him. What use was a dog that bit its master?

Although he wasn't serving him specifically— Cale was one of her masters as well.

"—Ah!"

The maid yelped as her eyes shook. The trash wasn't laying in the bed! Where was he?! The bandages that were supposed to be wrapped around him were all over the place as well!

Trembling as she closed her mouth with her hands, the maid ran out of the room as she yelled across the corridor.

Creak—

As the door of Cale's room closes slowly by itself in a creak, a redhead hidden behind the door let out a shrewd smirk.

The bandages that were wrapped around his body were no more— only the ones on his wrist and neck stayed as his bare skin from everywhere else showed itself.

His toned and clearly outlined abs and pecs showed itself as he walks towards his closet and picked out some of his most simple clothing as he wore one pair and shoved the others in a spatial pouch he hid in a hidden compartment in his closet.

It was bought by him to run away however after a few more careful considerations, he gave up on the idea and tossed it in there.

After Cale hurriedly shoved in a few high grade healing potions that weren't empty, magic potions of unknown origins and pouches with gold coins he saved prior to wanting to run away, he secured the spatial pouch tightly around his waist.

Clack.

"..... "

Cale stares down as he gazes at another thing he had hidden in another hidden compartment he had, his nightstand.

An unreadable expression surfaced as he looks down on it. A quick few seconds later, a soft smile took shape. A scoff escaped as he shoves it in as well and glances aside.

Walking towards the terrace after, pulling the curtains and opening the door to it, he looks down the ground beneath his terrace.

A corner of Cale's lips curve up.

Stepping back a few steps as he pulls up the hood of the cloak he wore after he wore his clothes, he whistles a tune, sprints to the terrace and jumps down.

Gallop! Gallop!

The sound of hooves galloping and shouts and screams of some people pierced his ears as a smirk latched onto Cale's face.

His trusty companion, Grace, who had followed him through life and death in his past life. The horse that grew up together with him since he was seven and the horse that died to save him.