Two months. The God of Death's divine voice rang in the abyss-like space, holding up two fingers. Cale's eyes widened where he sat across from him. It had been roughly a few weeks or so since the White Star was defeated and the despair-crazed god was resealed. Cale thought he'd be done after that, and for a while, he was right, despite all the commotion about him being the ultimate hero- which was total nonsense in his opinion- but then the God of Death suddenly contacted him. You have two months or so left. He told him he was going to die. Or: Cale is sick and can't do anything about it. He doesn't tell his family. Well, he's got two months to slack, so he may as well make the most of it. ~~~~ Crossposted from AO3 under the username Record_Keeper (AzurestSky). This is a Trash of The Count's Family fanfiction. The setting and characters do not belong to me but to the author Yoo Reo Han.