Lost Faith

Chapter 5

Kim Rok Soo rushed everything so he could go back to where his precious little brother was. It was wrong of him to leave his Cale in the care of the people who killed him. He felt stupid since a part of him still believed his so-called found family. He still has that notion they would treat Cale right. Hearing everything from the communication device of Eruhaben, it broke his heart. They slapped Cale with the fact that the cold shoulder he's giving them was unjust and unfair, when actually they were the one who was unfair to him.

I shouldn't have taken him if I would be this too preoccupied with shits! Rok Soo cursed.

Eruhaben and Rosalyn saw how Kim Rok Soo had sacrificed his sleep so he could go back to Cale. They felt guilt as these things wouldn't happen if Cale Henituse didn't die. If somehow they believed him. But Kim Rok Soo was the most precious existence to them. Cale was like a tag-along to their benefactors' existence.

Maybe we shouldn't have taken Cale Henituse back, Rosalyn thought as she continued to help Rok Soo with the matters of the war's aftermath.

Meanwhile, Alver was looking for Cale and he remembered whenever the redhead was stressed he would go on top of the clock tower. He was delighted to see the top floor's door open. As soon as he entered, he saw Choi Han touching what's his. Choi Han was seemingly kissing his lover.

"Choi Han? What the hell are you doing?" Alver angrily asked. Choi Han turned to look at him.

"Your Majesty, I am just checking his temperature since his face is red. Good thing he isn't sick," Choi Han calmly responded. Alver was about to approach and carry Cale when Choi Han did it instead.

"Choi Han, I can carry him," Alver said.

"It's alright, Your Majesty. It is my job as his knight to look after him," Choi Han responded. He didn't have any intention of letting the redhead go. Alver glared at him and grabbed his arm.

"Is something the matter, Your Majesty?" Choi Han innocently asked.

"Know your boundaries, Choi Han. Cale isn't yours," Alver answered.

"He isn't yours too, Your Majesty," Choi Han talked back, which angered Alver and he tightened his grip on Choi Han's arm.

The black-haired swordmaster glared at the Emperor. This would be considered as insolence and a rude act towards a royal but since they owed Choi Han, Alver cannot punish him. Upon noticing Alver was still clutching on his arm, Choi Han spoke.

"Isn't Your Majesty the one who ordered to have him executed in front of the masses?"

"Don't speak as if you're clean, Choi Han. You made his days inside the prison hell, you hurt him too," Alver growled. Choi Han let out a condescending chuckle which irritated the Emperor more.

"At least I kept him alive despite that," Choi Han responded.

Alver was about to reply to that but they heard Cale groan. The Emperor watched his beloved nuzzle his head unto Choi Han's chest, because of this the swordmaster smirked and he walked out of the tower. Alver slammed his clenched fist into the wall.

"That bastard!" He yelled.

It was night when Cale Henituse woke up and the first thing he saw was his former butler. He slowly averted his eyes and looked through the window. He sat up and stretched his arms and legs.

"Young Master, would you like to eat?" Ron asked. Cale shook his head which made the butler frown.

"Young Master hasn't eaten since morning. You'll get sick at this rate," Ron said as he sounded worried for the redhead, which made Cale laugh.