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Once the image was on the screen, Cale stiffened, his pale complexion only got worse. He knew what moment was going to be shown, obviously it was the first time he appeared in this world. The people with him just held him in their arms to reassure him. Although they knew what was going to be shown here, they also knew how scared their friend was.

The others just marveled at the images while Choi han was nostalgic for his years on earth. No one has yet noticed the redhead's distress.

The man could feel someone gently tapping his body. The rough hand made the man think of the hands of an exhausted parent. It was that warm.

"Young master, it is morning."

"Looks like it's me, young master."

Cale nodded at Ron's words. He was most afraid of his reaction. The assassin could kill him with a single move.

But the voice was very profound. The man felt chills throughout his body and his eyes subconsciously opened. Rather than the bright sunlight coming in through the window to warm the man's eyes, what he saw was an old man standing there with a satisfied expression.

"It's surprising to see you wake up after just one attempt."

"Huh?"

"The master wishes to dine with the young master since it has been a while. It looks like it will be possible today."

The man could see a mirror past the old man's shoulder. Inside the mirror was a red-haired man who seemed to be confused looking back at him.

"I guess that guy is me."

"Young Master Cale?"

Everyone became worried, how could a person forget his name? Until most remembered his trashy past, which might explain this.

Only Bud wanted to congratulate his friend, even he had never been so drunk. They should try this together sometime.

The man turned toward the source of the worried voice to find the old man, who looked like a servant, looking toward him. But that concerned man was not the problem.

The man heard clearly it.

Young Master Cale. It was a household name. He slowly let burtedout the name.

"Cale Henituse?"

The old servant was looking at him like he was looking at his own grandson.

"Yes. That is your name, young master. I'm guessing you are still a bit drunk."

For royalty who didn't know about Cale's past hearing a drunk Cale Henituse seemed strange to them and impossible. The young man has always been a noble person

Listening to the concerned response of the old man, the man naturally thought about a name that was even more important than the name Cale Henituse.

"...Beacrox."

"Are you talking about my son?"

"...Chef."

"Food above all!" The children responded rather happily, all while congratulating Beacrox.

Cale didn't react much, he hoped it would happen as quickly as possible. It's like ripping off a bandage. The best is to do it quickly.

"Yes. My son is the chef. Do you need him to prepare something for your hangover?"

The man felt his surroundings turn dark and he started to feel dizzy. He lowered his head and put it into his hand.