I new life for a new problem

chapter 25

In the short time where he was alone, he now had to find an excuse for his father to let him attend the event in the square. If Basen had been there, he would have surely laughed at him. Both father and son were equally stubborn and nearly impossible to change their minds when they had an idea.

"Is there something wrong?" Deruth seemed to have arrived. The expression he had seen on the count's face a few hours ago was still the same, anger and worry.

"I have to go to the square." He looked at his father firmly, trying to convey that he wasn't going to change his mind.

"No." A simple but clear word, his expression had changed as well. The worry had almost disappeared for anger to take its place.

"*sigh* I really have to go!" He raised his voice a little but his father didn't seem to care.

"Cale, you're old enough to understand your mistakes and take responsibility for your actions. You agreed to these conditions yourself, remember?"

"As if I had a choice to refuse in the first place!"

Yeah, no, they wouldn't have accepted it and they both knew it. He would have most certainly been dragged out of the palace, if he had refused.

"Just rest and stop arguing about it." He was about to leave, but the young master still hadn't given up.

"Are you going to let me go then?" He asked hopefully.

"Why do you want to go so bad?" It's true that his son's attitude was strange, for someone who always hated this kind of gathering. No, everything Cale did since he had called him to his office was strange. He had been hesitant at first, almost wanting to refuse, then he changed his mind to want to go at all costs.

"What exactly are you hiding?" Deruth looked at him suspiciously

"Me? Nothing at all." He smiled innocently but his father didn't seem to believe him at all.

"Give me one good reason to let you go."

"I'd like to spend time with Basen and my friends." He mentally congratulated himself for that answer, but the earl began to frown.

"You know you could see them at other times, especially since you're currently injured and should be resting. Don't think you can keep lying to me, I can see exactly when you do it!"

Cale made a slight mocking noise. "Of course, you always did." It was hard to ignore the obvious sarcasm in those words, the earl's anger completely gone to be replaced by sadness and shame.

Deruth was about to open his mouth to say something but his son stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"I don't need to hear any excuses from you. I'll go to the square whether you like it or not. You can leave and look away like you always did after all." He looked away from his father to turn to the wall. He hoped to hear footsteps walking away and a door opening but nothing the silence was palpable in the room at the same time as the tension between the two men.

"I...I will never be able to make up for my past mistakes or even make up for what I did but I want to be a better father to you like I already promised you. So for once I'm not going to do anything you say and I'm going to think about your health instead. That's why I forbid you from going out until I'm sure you're healthy enough to do so." His voice sounded harsh to anyone who heard it but it made Cale even more annoyed.

"I warned you just to keep you from looking for me and worrying. I plan on doing what I want." He still hadn't turned around to talk to his father.

"Cale-"

"Can you be less annoying and act like the usual coward you are, this is getting ridiculous. You don't understand anything! And your son isn't even here to see what a great father you've become." He was facing him now but was wearing a mocking smile.

"What do you mean?" He was very confused, what is that supposed to mean?

He could see Cale rolling his eyes with annoyance. "I'm not your son, can you go now? I'm tired." He hadn't meant to say it like that, he hadn't even meant to talk about his true identity. But he was again exhausted, as the doctor had said, he needed to sleep and an argument wasn't exactly relaxing, either his tongue seemed to have forgotten that there were things not to say.

Deruth approached his son to help him, seeing him trying to get up to go god knows where. "What are you doing?"

Cale didn't even make the effort to answer him, he just wanted to be quiet and away from annoying people and his brain was telling him to get out of here. He didn't think any further about the matter and simply obeyed.

Of course at the first step out of bed, he would collapse on his father or acquaintance? God why was his brain so confused all of a sudden? And that's how he fainted a second time, much to the chagrin of the count who was trying to understand what was happening.

—-

The young master woke up, and immediately wished he hadn't done it.

"*sigh* What do you want?"

"What's your problem?!" The god of death seemed to be furious for some unknown reason.

Cale looked at him confused, frowning.

"The Count, seriously, if I hadn't brought you here you would have told him everything! What exactly are you trying to do?!"

Well he didn't really have an answer for that, he didn't really know what had gotten into him either.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed..." The god continued to lecture him for a few hours afterward.

He didn't know, but the time in the god's domain was flowing differently. As like the other times, he was only there for a few minutes, he hadn't noticed it and the god who was currently busy had forgotten to tell him.