(Cale x W.s)
Red had meant everything to him, and one day, he saw the very red he thought he would never see again. This was reason why he started it all.
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dear readers; the chapter above 'the planning' might have major spoilers for the novel...
Cale smiled even wider when he saw them nodding their head, even if Choi han didn't, he knows they will also get along.
"It's getting late, you should all get back to your quarters." Cale claps his hands together, "Ron, please show Luca to the guess room... We will find him his proper room tomorrow"
"Yes.. young master"
"Good,
By then, Ron had already put one foot outside Cale's room with Choi han and Luca following not far behind.
The white wings that were protruding Luca's back and the horns were no longer visible.
"Ah, one more thing,"
The three who were about to leave stopped and looked back,
"Luca is a Human."
Cale announced, but none of them noticed the slight flinch from the half blood when Cale said that.
"Got that?"
"Yes, young master"
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Beacrox woke up the next morning feeling confused.
As he remembered, there shouldn't be any new recruits nor did they had any guest the day before. Did he just slept through something important...?
"Beacrox,"
Beacrox tilt his head to the side and saw his father who had his usual benign smile, "Morning, father" he greeted his father,
"Morning son," Ron nodded his head, "Prepare another set of meals for the... guest"
"I am currently doing so, father"
Beacrox noticed the pause before his father had said 'guest'; Was he right? did he really slept through something important? He was sure he wasn't that tired the night before...
"Good," Ron walked pass by him, "Keep an eye on him,"
"Yes, father" Beacrox directed his attention back to the meal that he was cooking. He must have been quite laxed for him to not notice it...
No, He was more surprised his father hadn't dragged him to the training ground while laughing about needing more training and sharpening his senses that was growing dull-- Just what happened last night?
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"Count Henituse, there is a report for you from the county." A messenger placed a letter on top of the desk that was already filled with paper.
Deruth, who was miles away from the county, opened the letter sloppily. He had been tired and fatigued from the accumulated stress he had to repeatedly present himself, to entertain the Duchess with her high standard of what a Noble is.
"Alright, thank you" he waved the messenger away,
"It is my pleasure, Count Henituse"
The messenger bowed and left the temporary office of the count, closing the door behind him. Leaving Deruth alone as he opened the said letter.
Inside the letter was a simple report;
'The young master had brought home someone to the county again.'
And ,
'The person the young master had brought back was a mage,'
Deruth couldn't help but sighed,
He suppose, he should be Surprised?
Taken aback?
Confused?
Deruth rubbed his temples.
He wasn't, since all he could feel was the feeling of Déjà vu at the mention.
They both were too similar.
It was almost the same thing as when Drew brough Hans to the county, and maybe also like how Ron and his son Beacrox had ended up in the estate too.
He began to wonder, does the Thames had a habit of picking up anyone they see?
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A/N; As usual, the higher resolution will be in my insta 'Myaoulri'.
Anyone notice the painting inside the illustration? If you do, you must have been here for quite a while, since yes. It was the first ever cover used here.
