The Trash's Guide to Rewriting a Parallel World

XI

It wasn't out of consideration; it was out of love.

Alberu's first impression of Cale was of an indifferent turtle who did trash, but the second the latter opened his mouth, it was another broken, desperate, searching, and begging for a place to stay.

"Congratulations, Your Highness," Lief Cicero whispered to Alberu the moment both Alberu and Cale came out of the graveyard garden.

A scummy smile filled with unbridled thoughts.

Cale Henituse stared at the man before them. His ears were ringing, and he knew right away that this man was dangerous. He exudes an aura that gives him that chilly yet elegant danger.

"He is? "

The man smiled and bowed his head. "I am Lief Cicero, the royal instructor for the First Prince. It's nice seeing my prince having a friend for the first time."

Alberu scoffed. His gaze filled with indignation and disrespect, but not for the fact that Cale was his friend, but because of this man's action.

He's full of shit. This award-winning acting could've landed him an award in the kingdom.

Cale remained silent. Somehow, he felt an extreme familiarity with this man. He somehow felt familiar with the man's voice, as if he had already heard it before.

"Lord Cale? " Alberu called; his guard was totally down.

"Ah." Cale snapped out of his thoughts. He glanced at Alberu, about to say something, when an arrow flew through the air, aiming for Alberu's head. In an instant, Cale pushes Alberu forward, making the royalty frown.

"Wha—"

Men in black surrounded them. Cale glanced at the people surrounding them.

"Wow, Your Highness, you got some amazing guests to your tea party." Cale smirks, totally enjoying this moment.

"I didn't," Alberu said.

Cale glanced at him, totally calm. It made Alberu think that Cale was too calm for this. Even Alberu felt fear when faced with these kinds of people. His trauma when facing them resurfaces, but he perseveres until he loses himself in the euphoria of cutting his enemies.

"Oh... Uninvited guest then," Cale said. "I can make a practice partner out of them."

Alberu was silent the moment Cale drew a sword.

Just where the fuck did he conjure that up?

He noticed a specially crafted spatial bag on Cale's waist. Alberu immediately thought about what a skinny and small guy could do against the enemies. He decided to conjure a sword out of magic but ended up stunned when a blazing crimson-gold aura surged before him. Cale's sword was beautifully covered with that crimson-gold.

In that moment, Cale slashes his sword and brings two enemies down without issue.

The very reason that Lief especially told him not to make an enemy out of the young turtle was the very power that would make everyone revere and fear him.

"A swordmaster? "

"Bingo! " Lief interrupted his thoughts, "A well-trained swordmaster at such a young age."

Alberu paused. He simply watched Cale cut his enemy.

"Watch carefully, Your Highness," Lief said, calm about this kind of crap.

Cale's swordsmanship was something to marvel at. Not a single wasted movement, not even a damn loose stance. It was solid, fluid, and powerful—so beautiful that it made Alberu's heart beat loudly.