The Final Chance

Regret

" Cale " Talking
' Cale ' Thinking
" CALE " Shouting
°° Cale: Ancient Powers

The picture on the top doesn't belong to me, credits to the owner of the picture

__________________________________________________________

"You're quite bad at this, radish," he whispered, his tone dripping with condescension.

__________________________________________________________

Not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to their interaction, Cale discreetly flicked his fingers, casting a powerful spell that masked both his and the White Star's presence from everyone in the ballroom. It was a high-level spell, strong enough to ensure that even Adin wouldn't overhear their conversation. Only Archie and George, who were perceptive enough to sense such strong magic, remained aware of the situation.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you bastard!" the White Star snarled, using the hand that Cale had once severed to push him away.

"Oh! So you've managed to get that back, huh? Did you come here again so I can cut it off for you a second time?" Cale asked, feigning innocence as his thoughts wandered elsewhere.

'Those idiots... what's the point of having them around if they can't even detect the White Star standing right in front of me?' Cale mused, irritated that Choi Han and the others, who were supposed to be on high alert for any threat, had seemingly missed the enemy in their midst.

"You arrogant-!" the White Star hissed through clenched teeth.

Cale, with an amused smirk, leaned in slightly. "Ah, I get it. You came here to admire my beautiful face, didn't you?" he teased, his tone dripping with mockery.

The White Star opened his mouth to snap back, but Cale cut him off before he could utter a word. "No, seriously though-couldn't you at least put in some effort to disguise yourself? I mean, did you really think I wouldn't recognize you just because you're dressed as a servant? Sure, it suits you, but come on... even a child could see through that," Cale said, his voice laced with irritation as he intentionally baited the White Star.

The White Star's face twisted in annoyance, and he was on the verge of shouting when Cale interrupted him once again.

"Alright, alright. Let's talk seriously now, shall we?" Cale said, and With a casual flick of his wrist, a glass of wine appeared in Cale's hand. He swirled the liquid lazily before taking a sip, then fixed his sharp gaze on the White Star, his demeanor shifting to one of deadly seriousness.

"So," Cale began, his tone serious now, "Why are you here?"

"And why should I tell you?" the White Star shot back arrogantly, clearly expecting that his defiance would get under Cale's skin. But, much to his frustration, Cale remained unfazed.

"Yeah, why should you?" Cale replied nonchalantly, taking another sip of his wine while carefully hiding the smirk that tugged at his lips as he noticed the White Star's eyebrow twitching in barely contained anger.

The two of them stood there, locked in a silent stare-off for what felt like an eternity. Five minutes passed, each second heavy with tension, but Cale remained utterly composed, his calm demeanor unshakeable. Finally, the White Star let out an exasperated sigh, realizing that no matter what he did, he couldn't provoke the reaction he sought from Cale.

With a look of resignation, he glanced back at Cale, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Are you really just going to stand here and let me stay without a care in the world? Aren't you even worried that I might try to kill you right now?"