What if Cale turned into a child? (Trash of the Count's Family Fanfiction)

What if Cale turned into a child? (30)

This reminds him more, that through these past few days—Cale can only grimace at his behaviour. He even forgot the others and what more,

'I just sentenced those vicious father and son duo to walk the guillotine.'

Cale felt chills run down his spine as he remembered the cold and sharp look the two was giving him after he turned back to his adult form. They looked like they're ready to slice him into a slab of meat and just the thought of it made Cale's body shudder in fear. Thinking that he barely avoided his own death after sentencing Ron and Beacrox to their own death sentence, the redhead was thankful that he turned back and remembered them plus with Alberu's interference. If not, just thinking about it makes Cale want to lock himself away from his butler and chef.

Although that would be impossible since the Patriarch and his son already put a tail on Cale whenever he goes out of the villa and with the duchy having assassins in every nook and cranny. That's why even if he plans to hide away from his butler and chef, it is utterly impossible. 

"Young master-nim."

Speak of the devil.

Cale flinched as he heard that benign voice coming from outside the room and soon the door opened revealing his assassin butler who has a benign smile plastered on his face. He looks especially kinder today and Cale knew.

It's not a good sign.

"The lunch is ready. I came to help you get dressed."

As soon as Cale was properly dressed, he and the three children with Ron proceeded to the dining room where the others are also present. 

As soon as Cale arrived, the others were looking at him silently and thus the redhead, who perceived it as something ominous, can only look away from them whilst instinctively rubbing his nape as it was turning cold. 

'Are they going to beat me up?'

Cale wanted to avoid eye contact with them as much as possible because of how these vicious people looked like they are ready to pulverize him right on his spot. 

⨳T'was clearly a misunderstanding.

As soon as Cale sat, Ron with the help of Melundo put the plates of food on the table with careful and flawless movement. And Cale was still escaping the reality and trying to avoid eye contact with the others. His back is already wet with cold bullets of sweat as he felt the prickling stares coming from the others.

"Shall we eat?"

...and Fredo was the only one who has the courage to clap and smile while saying that. He, who had kidnapped—borrowed Cale had the courage to smile and stay calm in front of these vicious individuals—Cale don't know if he should call this bravery or just plain stupidity.