Red Knight

Start of a new beginning

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜! Okay so maybe after some thought and recalculation I might not be able to update a chapter every week on Friday, more like each 3 or 2 weeks as I've been rewriting and re-editing anything I have already written that's yet to be published because I hate the way I've done the dialogue I still hate it but I don't feel like rewriting again for the 10th time.
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Everthing hurt on his body as he woke. A throbbing sensation as he held his head. "What the hell happened?" he muttered under his breath as he stood up slowly and made his way to the mirror in his room. "I remember now, that stupid punk." He said as he looked at the bruise on his forehead that would be a constant reminder of that night when he was on his way back home from a day of drinking and throwing bottles. He had gotten beaten up by Choi Han or how he liked to call him 'the stupid hero' or punk whichever suited his mood.

"Young master, your awake!" exclaimed Hans as he walked in to check on cales condition.

"I'm fine now will you stop yelling? Also where is Ron?" Asked Cale even if he knew the answer already deep down he hoped he had not gone.

'What am I thinking he's obviously with that punk.' He thought as he looked away from the mirror and looked at Hans.

"Sir Ron has left with the man from Harris Village."

Cale gave a small nod as he looked at the mirror again. "Hah of course he did..." he replied under his breath

"What was that young master?" Hans asked as he had not heard what he said.

"Nothing." Was cales short reply.

After a few minutes of awkward silence as Hans proceeded what to do next and also feeling sorry for his young master as he had just woken up and his butler who had basically raised him had left and not even left a note. He looked at the young masters complexion which was paler than before and his face as it now had a clear scar on his forehead that would most likely be permanent.

"You may leave now." Said Cale as he walked back to his bed. His legs hurt but he pushed the feeling aside.

"Ah yes young master. I'll let the count know that you've awakened as well." Hans said as he left the room closing the door behind him.

Once Hans left the room Cale sat on his bed as he contemplated on what to do. 'Basen should be on his way to the capital as of now.' Cale frowned at the thought the kings 50th celebration were the first of many attacks had began. Basen had gone in his last life because he had woken up later than expected and it wasn't as if he could have gone as his injury's needed healed as well.

Now thanks to the God of Death he was in better shape than in his last life when he had woken up. The more Cale thought the more memories he remembered. One that he will make sure never happens is the death of his family. 'Even if it comes to it I'll die just for them to live.' Unlike what many thought of the Young Master he loved his family. He had promised his mother, Jour, that he would protect his family and this time he wouldn't fail.

Cale could still remember how it was during the war. After having lost his family he had joined the war as a soldier. Cale had always been smart, having always been able to pick things up quickly, and remembering what he learned so it came to no surprise that when he needed to fight he remembered just how to wield a sword.

On the battlefield it was as if he had lost any sense as he would fight. Many knights called him, "The Red Knight", while others would call him, "Crimson Knight", not that it had ever mattered to Cale.
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Yeah no I'll probably come back and re-edit this again I don't like how it turned out. Anyways, bye dear readers!