Trashes of the Counts' Families || Trash of the Count's Family || OC

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"We'll be taking his last hope away," she said, indifferently, but the fact she was bringing it up proved to Cale that she was thinking about it. "Whether we both get it or only you. He will have nothing left."

Cale shrugged. "As I said earlier, we will be replacing it."

He had said earlier, that the Crown Prince had an Ancient Power too. Star of Healing, it was called. A one-time-use power, one that could heal any type of injury. In theory, Crown Prince Alberu would be willing to heal Taylor's legs if he had a method to keep the Second and Third Princes in check. And considering the Stan Family wasn't currently leaning in the Crown Prince's favour, it would be beneficial for His Highness if Taylor became the Head of the Family. It was a plan that couldn't go wrong. I mean, who doesn't trust random letters that appear out of the blue? She felt a cold presence patting her head. She sighed. Of course, Cage is still one of his Priestesses, as if he'd miss the opportunity.

"It will be better if Taylor is Marquis, for all of us" she spoke up. "Marquis Taylor Stan has quite the ring to it."

Cale nodded. "That it does. Better than Marquis Venion Stan."

"Venion's control in the North-Western Underworld would disappear, for one," she muttered. "Most of the assassins come from there. They have a certain dialect. They're all from the slums."

"I'm not surprised," Cale said. "You do what you need to do when you're low on money." I will never let that happen, he thought, thinking about how he would never let himself be low on money. Nor let Adara die at the hand of an assassin. To live out my slacker life I cannot be broke. "The Organisation Venion hired was definitely from the North-Western Underworld."

"Billos's uncle is in charge of that region's Underworld. Can't we just throw him some money and let him deal with it? Maybe he can get my head off its pretty display. I could pay him twice as much as the price," she murmured, trailing off.

Those assassins must be annoying, he thought, staring at her face. Her face was perfect as usual, as if it belonged on a sculpture in Countess Violan's Art Gallery than on a person's face, but he could see hints of tiredness on her face. He had seen how her eyes moved across an unknown room rapidly. She's constantly paranoid. I would be too if assassins were coming after me all the time, he admitted. Is it really such a good idea to have her with me? She's capable of killing— He stopped thinking as soon as he saw her petting the kittens, she had such a calm face with a small smile hanging on her lips, it was hard to picture her mutilating the knights from when they rescued the Black Dragon. But she will protect me as long as I keep looking like her best friend. He knew, of course, why she did not kill him the second he revealed he wasn't the Cale Henituse she knew. He didn't dare say it out loud.

The kittens broke him out of his thoughts. "I heard from Hans earlier," On started, talking as much to Cale as to Adara.

"Hans said," Hong continued.

"What'd Hans say?" Adara asked. He better have not said some bullshit. Hans had no idea the kittens could understand every word of his, so she was worried about what stuff he had been blabbering about.

But seeing how excited and innocent On and Hong were acting, it couldn't have been anything too bad. On smiled. "If you make a wish at a rock tower, it will come true."

"He said the rock towers were pretty," Hong added.

On looked at them with excitement. "I want to go. But it's okay if it's too annoying," she added, with a shyly concealed sly look, that kids had when they were trying to trick you and thinking it's working, at the two.