Disclaimer:TCF doesn't belong to me!
OG! Cale was sick of Deruth's bull crap, so he planned on running away from his home. The God Of Death (who had taking a liking to the witty child) took him to another dimension where he was raised by Kim Rok Soo...
A.N: So enjoy. *Sniff* I memorized the damned scales, but now I get them confused!
Cale stared at the fight while taking a sip of tea.
The heir to the Blue Wolf Tribe was currently attacking the Princess Mage and the Black-haired Swordsman with short and uncoordinated blows.
Honestly, Cale couldn't help but wonder what bullshit Butterfly Effect he or the GoD had made to make the you heir to go into his Berserker Mode so early.
'What he loses in strategy he makes up for his uncontrolled strength' He couldn't help but recognize.
*Snap*
A soft silvery glow surrounded the red-haired mage in a protective way.
'Que Estupides, couldn't she be more careful she almost lost an arm there!' Thought an irrated Henituse.
"Young Manster?"
Cale turned his vision toward Rosalyn.
"Yes?"
"The rumors don't lie! The returning Cale Henituse truly is an angel in human skin!"
Cale froze spitting out a stream of hot (and sour) lemon tea.
"Oh, no Miss you have it wrong I am the worst trash of this here Territory!" He spluttered.
'Don't tell me those blasted rumors spread all the way to her kingdom...'
Cale suddenly held a very uncomfortable look on his face.
Rosalyn misunderstood it as embarrassment.
"I'm sorry if this lowly commoner has made the young master feel awkward."Rosalyn smiled.
If she was to keep the appearance as a random Mage instead of the princess she need to act as if addressing someone of higher status.
"Miss Rosalyn it is fine I preferred to just be called Cale!" The red head tried to sound improper or silly unlike most prideful nobles.
'Wow! They weren't kidding the Returning Young Master of Henituse Territory truly is as kind as they come'
Cale felt sickened as he stared at the girl with stars in her eyes.
"Of course Young Mas- I mean Cale!"
Rosalyn didn't recognize who the Black-haired Swordsman (later revealed to be called Choi Han) was talking of when he took off carrying the young Wolf boy in his arms.
But now she knew.
The newly returned Young Master Cale, who went missing nearly a decade ago.
He was rumored to be the nicest person in the status of a noble even gaining the title: The Scarlet Angel.
'Good to know these rumors weren't just for show, he truly is a kind person.'
Currently, on Cale's words they have been "Sparring" with Lock for around an Hour 43 minutes. According to Cale he should turn back soon.
Till then they had to make sure he didn't harm himself or anyone around.
Rosalyn felt kind of dumb when she didn't realize what was wrong with Lock, but that was fine as long as Lock's safety wasn't threatened.
Some more time passed and although the Swordsman didn't seem the tiniest bit tired Rosalyn was expirencing a high amount of fatigue.
Cale couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt so he left the room coming back around 15 minutes later with some lemonade he was not planning on drinking and some simple sandwiches made by Beacrox.
It was quite obvious Lock was slowing down, his movements becoming slopier and slopier... till his transformation began to wear off.
As soon as Lock fainted on the floor, Cale came up to Rosalyn and Choi Han with a tray of sandwiches and lemonade.
Rosalyn quickly dug in, enjoying the perfect taste of the simple yet filling snack.
Cale then grabbed the Wolf Boy like a sack patatoes and called Ron.
"Yes Young Master Cale..?"
Cale jumped three feet in the air as he heard what appeared to be a teleporting butler.
'God Damnit you vicious old man stop giving me heart attacks!' Cale mentally cursed.
Meanwhile Ron gave a benign smile.
'Ho, so Cat Tribe and Wolf Tribe? The puppy Young Master sure knows how to pick his allies.' Ron felt a touch of pride, his young master truly was a Cunning Hunting Dog.
Yes, he wasn't dumb he quickly noticed the small kitten were Cat Tribe.
Meanwhile Choi Han grew even more suspicious of the Old Man from before.
"Ahem, Ron sorry to bother put could you please put my guest in a nice room?"
Ron simply smiled. Gently taking the slightly scrawny boy from the Young Master's hands.
"Of course. Anything else..?"
Cale blinked.
"Oh yeah, thank Beacrox for the sandwiches." Cale stated before turning to the Swordsman and Mage.
Ron simply nodded before exiting the slightly destroyed room with the teen in his arms.
"No offense, but your butler is creepy Cale..." Rosalyn muttered suspicion laced in her tone.
"You have no idea." Cale said rolling his eyes.
Cale turned to Choi Han.
"Good job on completing the mission..."
Choi Han's eyes sparkled at the compliment. He looked like a happy puppy.
"But."
Choi Han froze.
The tone he spoke in... gave him chills.
"Next time you have to tell me not leave me a note and a bunch of unanswered questions..."
Rosalyn sipped her lemonade avoiding eye contact with the still smiling Cale.
'I didn't know the Scarlet Angel was a mother hen...poor Choi Han...'
Meanwhile Choi Han felt his body tremeble in fear as he listened to Cale's sickly sweet tone.
"I-i Opologize C-cale-nim..." Choi Han stuttered.
Like some sort of light switch Cale's smile went from threatening, to angelic.
"Good I'm glad to hear that Choi Han."
A certain hidden Black Dragon sweatdropped.
'That human... is bipolar.'
Rosalyn sighed a breath of relief glad the tense atmosphere was finally gone.
'Ah... so this is the feeling... the feeling of being a Third Wheel.' Rosalyn sulked.
A.N: @Lightsabergobrrr, @Stef_coffee, @ChisanaBasoMusoka here it is the cover
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