The Final Chance

The Attack

"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

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"Hmmm, well, fortunate indeed," Cale commented, settling onto a couch while regarding them all with a knowing smirk. "Now, let's commence with our plan," he declared, a sinister smile spreading across his face-one that sent shivers down the spines of two particular sea creatures in the room, who had seen it far too often.

'Not again,' was the collective thought shared by many of those present.

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"Where are you now?" Cale inquired, using magic to communicate with Rosalyn.

"We've just landed on the island, Cale. Archie is already on his way back, and Raon-nim is safeguarding the bombs. We're heading to the designated locations now," Rosalyn responded.

The plan was officially in motion. Cale had laid out every detail meticulously, ensuring that today, they would obliterate the island, leaving nothing behind for the White Star.

He had dispatched Choi Han, Rosalyn, Raon, Ohn, and Hong to the island. Their mission was simple but critical-plant magical bombs without being detected.

Based on what the heroes had shared with Cale about their original timeline, the capital of the Roan Kingdom had been brutally attacked by a crazed individual. This man had bombed the capital, causing mass destruction and casualties.

Choi Han had identified him as the same person who had assaulted Harris Village. Lock, too, had confirmed the man's involvement in the massacre of the Wolf Tribe. His name was Redika-a powerful mage with ash-blonde hair and eerie red eyes.

Redika seemed to have an unnerving obsession with the color red, particularly, it was shown when he noticed Rosalyn's red hair. Everyone mentioned how disturbing it was to witness his fixation, as he would mumble bizarre things while staring at her hair.

"While they secure the bombs, you two create a diversion," Cale ordered Whitra and Aries, who stood ready before him.

"Consider it done!" they responded in unison before transforming into their beast forms and leaping into the water, followed by their tribe members.

As soon as they vanished from Cale's sight, the sounds of battle filled the air-clashes of steel, the roar of attacks, and distant shouting. The fight had begun.

"George, Amos! Deal with Redika. He's becoming a problem," Cale commanded.

"As you wish, Your Majesty/dongsaeng," George and Amos responded, one with a stoic expression, while the other had smirk,

Cale glanced at the two briefly before turning away. From a distance, he could still hear George's mocking tone as they made their way toward Redika's location.

'That bastard... I'll make him pay triple for the mess he's caused,' Cale thought, as he seated himself in a chair, hidden in the shade.

Shickler and Harald approached Cale, while the other two elders remained at the palace, tasked with managing the overwhelming amount of paperwork. Although Cale would have preferred someone other than Gerald to handle the administrative duties, he had no choice. Gerald's maniacal laughter still echoed in his mind, an unsettling reminder of the chaotic presence he left behind.

"Your Majesty, what are your plans for the next course of action?" Harald inquired, standing beside Shickler, both of them awaiting instructions from Cale.

Before Cale could respond, the unmistakable sounds of shouts, explosions, and the clash of swords filled the air. A faint smirk played on Cale's lips.

"It's begun," he remarked, his tone laced with satisfaction. "That must be Whitra and Aries engaging the enemy forces. Choi Han and his team should be done any moment now. We ought to shift our focus to George and Amos. That deranged mage is not someone to be underestimated."

Cale casually seated himself in a chair, crossing his legs, his head resting on one hand. His long red hair framed his face elegantly, while his reddish-brown eyes glimmered with a dangerous, fiery hue.

"Rest assured, Your Highness," Shickler said with confidence. "George and Amos are more than capable of handling their mission. And if, by some unlikely chance, they falter, we can dispatch reinforcements immediately."

Cale responded with a quiet hum of acknowledgment. He was waiting for Raon's call-a signal that their mission was complete. Once Raon made contact, Cale would teleport them individually. Choi Han and Rosalyn would be sent directly to the battlefield where the others were engaged, while Lock would accompany them. Meanwhile, the three children would be brought back to Cale's side for safety.

Raon had initially protested during the planning phase, insisting that he could manage the teleportation himself. However, Keith had gently declined, explaining that his own control over magic was far superior, which would make it harder for the enemies to detect them. Though Raon appeared reluctant to accept this, Eruhaben had soothed him by promising to train him to master his magic even better than Cale, so that next time, he would take charge.

Of course, Raon had eagerly agreed, and with that mischievous smile of his, began teasing Cale about how he would soon surpass him in strength. Keith had simply smiled warmly, shaking his head at the banter.

A faint smile crept onto Cale's face as he recalled the moment. He couldn't wait to put an end to all of this and return to his peaceful life with the children in the forest.

'Just a little longer, Cale thought. 'Once I kill that White Star bastard, we can finally live in peace again.'

The two standing beside Cale exchanged glances, clearly aware of his unspoken thoughts. Their expressions seemed to say, Are you serious?

'It seems His Majesty has conveniently forgotten that he's an emperor now,' Shickler mused, casting a knowing look toward Harald.

'Poor man,' Harald silently continued the thought, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Both of them stifled their amusement, quietly snickering between themselves. Eruhaben and Paseton, seated nearby, observed the scene with subtle headshakes of disapproval.

"Don't forget, there's a mountain of paperwork waiting for you," Harald whispered teasingly, causing him and Shickler to finally break into fits of quiet laughter. Cale glanced at them with a bewildered expression, clearly perplexed by their sudden amusement.

"Have they gone senile already?" Cale muttered under his breath, only to pause mid-thought when he noticed Ron approaching, smiling benignly as he handed Cale a cup of lemon tea.

'I'm surrounded by insane old men,' Cale lamented internally, taking a resigned sip of the tea.

Meanwhile, a familiar voice echoed in his mind.

°°🌊💦: BAHAHA! Poor Cale!
Crazy Kid bellowed, her maniacal laughter reverberating with glee.

Super Rock, ever the steady presence, could only sigh, shaking his head in exasperation as Crazy Kid and Cheapskate snickered, whispering mischievously to one another.

"Ah, young people these days..." Super Rock muttered while looking at Glutton fussing over food, and Crybaby crying about Cale's mental health

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The majority of you chose the second option, so here is your weekly chapter

BTW I have already chosen the end of the story, it won't take long to finish 😉

I have gotten some crazy ideas for the upcoming chapters😏