The Trash's Guide to Rewriting a Parallel World

XII

"This world has too many attachments to the past; that's why it's cursed with burdens."

The heavy price of that burden became the reason for the world's self-destruction.

Because they all refused to live in the present.

White Star understood why this world had the slowest reaction to the change.

His world moved because of him, the variable with no attachments at all, be it the past or the future.

He is Cale Henituse of the present world and Kim Roksu deep inside.

It is the world of origin—the one independent of other worlds, yet it influences them greatly. It's the world imprisoned by casualty—one that he, as Cale Henituse, failed to free.

Bastard God of Death... You owe me a lifetime.

[TBOAH DERUTH HENITUSE'S POV]

His hand was smeared with blood, but he couldn't care less. There, he stood watching everyone lower their heads before him.

After his son became a swordmaster, Deruth made a great sacrifice and choice. To protect Cale, he must become the lord at all costs.

"Lord, a visitor came by."

"Who? " he asked.

"He said his name is Lief Cicero, the first prince's royal tutor."

Lief Cicero. The mysterious tutor who came into the palace two years ago. He simply waltzed into the palace and protected the First Prince all by himself. He taught him, trained him, and even placed him at the same level as the other princes and proved that even without any support, a raw gemstone that's bound to shine will shine after slow and gradual polishing—even outshining every last one of every gem.

"Why is such a man here in my County?" he asked.

"That is something I'll answer by myself, Lord Henituse." The man in question entered the office. Deruth stared at the man who entered. The air around changed. The sense of familiarity and danger coexisted.

"Leave us," he ordered his butler.

Lief remained standing until Deruth motioned for him to sit on the couch. Deruth had eyes to see what kind of person a man would be the moment he sees them. A righteous person, but one with a great cause on his shoulders.

A protagonist trying to become a villain.

The dangerous vibes were nothing short of a front, but he knew it was still dangerous.

"What can I do for the Royal Tutor? " Deruth asked.

"Without beating around the bush? " Lief smiled. He crossed his legs and gazed at Deruth. However, Deruth already had a fill of arrogant bastards who looked down at him. He was bracing himself and met the man's gaze; however, he fell silent upon realizing that the man was not looking down at him.

I am his equal.

That's what the gaze of the man before him says.

"I am the Royal Tutor." Lief smiled. "I need someone by His Highness' side."

Deruth was silent. He already knew that this man did not come here to bullshit around.

"Your firstborn was quite a swordmaster himself. A scary one at that." Lief leans forward, his chin on his knuckles. A veteran in the battle of words and compromises.

Deruth was about to say something but Lief beat him to it: "I want to teach him alongside His Highness."

"Teach him, you say? You're clearly trying to stir Rowoon's struggle for the throne," Deruth snarks.