The Trash's Guide to Rewriting a Parallel World

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Even the trashy Lief said that it's a fair and just family, so allying would be difficult, but once approved, it's worth the entire noble factions combined.

"Hello. Are you bored? " He asked.

The red-haired one looked up and stared at him. He bowed his head and coldly said, "Hi. I'm sorry, I'm not too fond of gatherings like this. Please have your way, Your Highness."

A straight but flat refusal to mingle. A reaction different from what he expected, and the flat-out

Alberu found him annoying.

Are you trying to ignore my existence?

The cold and distant response made his blood boil.

While everyone was trying to win his favor, this annoying little thing was ignoring his existence?!

He heard hearty laughter from behind.

He glanced at Lief, trying to hold his laughter. This man warned him to brace himself when facing a turtle.

Not only did the turtle try to hide in its cozy little seat, but it also flatly rejected someone trying to force it out of its shell.

Alberu raised a brow at out of its

Because he had a hard time with this one, Alberu decided to sit down beside the redhead with a smile on his face. Definitely flaunting his good looks with the redhead.

[OG! CALE HENITUSE's POV]

Just what is this sparkling golden bastard doing right now?

Cale hates the center of attention, but he just became one because of this stupidly grinning bastard.

His father told him to do whatever he liked, so he's fighting his reason not to beat this person up.

Especially when he's talking nonstop, speaking nonsense.

Amazing, there are still kinds of people like that.

So... let's just ignore him!

It's actually a good thing that the northeastern nobles began to swarm towards his highness. He had a chance to slip past the attention and relaxed in the secluded part of the palace.

He walked into the secluded garden and noticed a beautifully carved monument of a lady.

"Here lies the High Concubine Thalia," he murmured, "mother of the First Prince."

Oh...

He paused. He bowed his head and silently offered a prayer.

It's no wonder he's working so hard.

Cale thought. He realized that Alberu was trying to form a faction to solidify his place inside the palace.

He couldn't help but bitterly smile. The resemblance of their lives was uncannily similar. They're both children of a commoner, struggling to find a place for themselves.

But their difference was that Cale didn't have the desire to place himself inside the Henituse, unlike the First Prince, who was trying to obtain the highest position to protect himself.

"What are you doing here? " the crisp voice echoed.

Cale turned around and saw a very agitated Alberu. Cale couldn't help but notice the angry vein on the first prince's face.

So... this is his real self? Better than I imagined. I thought he was just

He smiled and said, "Your mother must have been a very kind and lovely one."

Alberu was taken aback. Instead of giving excuses, Cale simply praised her.

"For you to be angry at me for intruding," Cale said. "I can tell that you truly love her."

Alberu was silent. just

"My mother died two years ago," Cale said. "I lost her even without me knowing and without me seeing her one last time."

He was never sentimental, but when it comes to mothers, Cale had these attachments, these sentiments and feelings he didn't want to bottle up.

"I am in a position where I couldn't openly go to her—because I no longer had a place to go."

[ALBERU CROSSMAN'S POV]

Alberu felt someone enter the northern side of the garden. He was ready to cut down the enemy that dared to sully his mother's resting place when he saw Cale Henituse sincerely offering his prayers for his mother.

The words... yes, those words this redhead uttered.

It's warm.

The voice that speaks about his mother is warm.

Alberu's guard lowered the moment Cale talked about his mother. The cold and distant bastard talked sorrowfully.

We're the same.

Children who loved their mothers so much.

"You have a place to go," He suddenly said, anger dissipated from his voice.

Alberu sat on the grass. "I'll make sure I'll make a place like that."

The wind blew strongly enough to make their hair flutter. However, the sight that met his gaze was nonchalant yet sorrowful.

Cale's gaze was that of a person who has already accepted death and failure.

Somehow, I feel like I shouldn't let him go.

There's something about Cale that Alberu couldn't tell but knew he should protect.

"A place where you can start and feel safe... To live in peace and happiness sounds great," Cale said.

"Young Lo—"

"Cale..." Cale Henituse spoke, "I am Cale Henituse, Your Highness; please just call me Cale."

Hearing those words, Alberu couldn't help but sincerely smile. "I am Alberu..."

The silence filled the moment with joyful smiles and color, and without time.

It was a moment bathed in comfort.

The moment that Alberu and Cale found solace in their grief-stricken life.

TBC