The Trash's Guide to Rewriting a Parallel World

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CALE/ALBER: ALIAS LIEF CICERO in Alberu Crossman's POV

[ALBERU CROSSMAN'S POV]

A tea party.

Alberu let out a sigh. It's been two years since he became the perfect prince. He aced everything, from academics to swordsmanship, and even became a magic swordsman as well.

However, there's one thing that he didn't have.

ANYONE.

After that fateful night when he witnessed his mother's death and his father's betrayal, he became estranged from matters of the heart and trust. He realized he had no one to trust him, and he only had himself.

The Dark Elves couldn't be trusted as well.

His trauma caused him to distrust everyone except himself.

Yet... that Lief Cicero. A man full of farce taught him what it takes to obtain what he wants, but now he told him to find someone worthy to trust.

Just... how can I trust again?

When the person whom he thought loved and protected him was the one who signed his mother's death warrant.

How can I trust someone?

When the person he thought he trusted the most betrayed him most painfully.

He gazed at himself in the mirror. His blue eyes and golden hair were nothing but a farce as well.

Hah. Everything about me is a lie.

From his life.

From his personality.

From his entirety.

He was nothing but a lie.

A lie that will continue to lie and will lie.

"Find someone, huh? " he mocks, "when I couldn't even trust myself."

He prepared for the day and wore his usual smile—it's another day to lie to everyone, including himself.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

Alberu frowned the moment he saw the man who had been sitting with him for two years now. This teacher came like a comet and offered a deal to him with an unknown price.

It's the cunning and trashy Lief.

At first, he thought that this guy suffers from split personality: the cunning and trashy Lief and the elegant and calculative Lief.

Spending his day alternating between these two personalities and the constant change made him really believe that Lief Cicero is two different people. Whether they be twins or simply persons using magic, Alberu decided not to care. After all, this is the very person who gave him reason to make a place for himself.

"Today is finally the tea party you organized."

Tea party, huh. Alberu smiled. It's a gathering usually hosted and prepared by royal and noble ladies. A tea party hosted by a man is usually on the premises of another celebration. However, he hosts a tea party free from a celebration or one prepared by a member of a female royal family. Alas, Lief will attend to oversee the party in the guise that this is part of his highness's royal etiquette studies.

"Indeed. I wonder what kind of people I am going to meet," he flatly replied.

He wore a decent, simple, but elegant violet gala. One adorned with gold and silver. His hair was slicked back, giving him a mature but youthful touch.