Ron had wondered why the puppy young master brought back a boy that had reek with the scent of the organization that destroyed the Molan's...
Well, at least that was his first thoughts on the boy,
Someone that may have been related to the organization,
But after further inspection, it appears that he was mistaken; The boy was strong, but he didn't have any lingering scent of that organization. So what was the smell that he had smelled the first day his young master had come back?
Was there a little slippery little snake near that he must hunt down?
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Ron stood next to the pillar that supported the training field walls, his face blank. Some shades from the said walls created a shadow that was dark enough to hide the assassin butler from those who weren't paying attention.
He watched as the knights ran around the training field as they warmed up... with Choi han leading them at the front, setting up their pace. The knights behind were barely keeping up,
That boy, he had proven himself to be more than capable of taking down most of the trained knights by himself single handedly. So it didn't come as a surprise when he was soon promoted to just a rank below the vice-captain.
His young master had introduced that boy to the count right after they came back.
It was a given that it wasn't just the Count or the Countess that was surprised when the young master brought that boy from unknown origin, everyone was. Even Ron himself.
However; His son, Beacrox, seemed to have taken an interest in that boy that had similar strength to a sword master.
A good training partner, he said to him.
Ron stopped his rain of thoughts when he heard faint footsteps from beside him, he merely gave the guest a side eye.
Speak of the devil, and he may come
Choi han had his wooden sword out, pointed at him.
"Pay back,"
"Hooh,"
Ron scoffed,
This punk had been asking to have a spar with him ever since he found out this fragile old man wasn't as fragile as he looked. They had already fought several times, most were close calls, but Ron somehow managed to win purely because of terrain advantage.
But it seemed like the punk wasn't satisfied with the result, especially after yesterday's slip up he did during the spar;
"This old bones won't be able to keep up with your energetic self, I will have to decline" this was what he had always said to the others when there were still others around.
Shouldn't this punk pick up the hints that he doesn't want to fight when there are others around by now?
"Don't give me that crap" Choi han scowled, a small growl escaped his throat.
"Not now, punk"
A strained benign smile slowly formed on his lips, eyes dark "I'll deal with you later, when everyone else is asleep" Ron was also close to just openly hissed at the wolf pup.
"Fine," Choi han huffed and went back to where the other knights were;
Ron also set his eyes back to where those knights were at. All sprawled to the ground like a pancake on a pan, huffing and puffing for air.
Were they always this weak?
Maybe they were, and he just never realized it before since there wasn't anyone else to compare them to. And now a real monster had appeared, it became more than evident how lacking the knights skills were.
How sad,
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Beacrox pushed his knife against the stone slate again in a rhymythic manner, actively creating friction that sharpened the knife.
"Son,"
Beacrox paused, he put down the knife and turned his head towards his father, "Yes, father?"
Ron appeared with a tray filled with teacups and a kettle, some of the cups already had the remains of the tea. He strode next to where his son was and towards the sink, putting down the dirty cups to wash.
"The count asked if you want to go to the capital" he casually said,
"The capital?" Beacrox frowned, "what for?"
"It seems like there will be a meeting of the northern noble kids... a playdate, and he wants to send the young master there"
Beacrox looked at his father funny. Knowing that young master of theirs, the chances of him wanting to a meeting was as close as zero percent. It was already a miracle enough that he wanted to get out of his room lately.
"And the young master agreed?" he couldn't help but asked, curious
"Not yet,"
Ron was sure the count hadn't even asked the young master yet. He probably had thought what he did was for the best... so that the young master will have some friends around his age.
"It's a 'what if' question"
"Then I'll just consider it for now," Beacrox continued sharpening his knife.
"Alright then,"
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"Come in," A voice rang from inside the room, and without a second of hesitation, Cale opened the door to his Father's study.
"Why did you call me, Father?" Cale asked, his face stoic
Deruth had been doing some paperwork before Cale had arrived, so his desk was still filled with stacks of paper that obstructed the view from his nose down. After the arrival of the other, he had put down his pen and brought his attention towards his eldest son.
After years of not cutting it; Cale, now, had long red hair reaching his waistline. His beauty was something that could even rival the elves...
Deruth, he... he couldn't help but accidentally choked on his own breath. His son was starting to resemble his late wife more and more.
"Today..." Deruth started, he pulled out an envelope and gave it to Cale, "There's a gathering in the capital for the northern noble's around your age. It's a good place for you to make some connections and friends,"
"A meeting?" Cale opened the envelope as if he was intrigued by the offer. Though, that was merely for courtesy. The moment he heard the word 'gathering' and 'capital' he had lost all interest.
"Yes," Deruth looked hopeful, and Cale didn't miss that.
"Is it necessary?"
"ah-- ,Well.."
Now he looked troubled; Truly, his Father's face was like an open book.
Cale internally sighed,
He doesn't really want to go. He had always hated those noble meetings guised as playtime and meetings. He hated it, Especially if it meant his time with his Hyung was going to be decreased if he were to go. But...
Cale remembered what his Father had said about the meeting. Make some Connections and Friends...
Connections,
It was something he can make use of, and didn't Hyung say he was a part of a mercenary group? an organization? If he can act as a bridge, wouldn't his Hyung have an easier time making connections with the northern nobles?
"I'll go"
Deruth sighed when he heard his eldest finally answered,
"As I've thought, you would decline it--" His eyes went wide, "wait.. pardon?"
"I said I would go, Father. Like you said, 'It's a good opportunity to make some connections and friends', yes?" Cale smiled ever so innocently, but for some reason, Deruth felt iffy.
It was supposed to be good,
His son had accepted the invitation...
So why does he feel like he just lost something?
"T-that's good, ...son. I'm glad you accepted it" Deruth tried to smile, but he still could feel something was wrong,
It was like an itch that appeared somewhere in your body, but you couldn't find the spot where it had itched.
"Yes!"
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Cale remembered what his Hyung had told him two days prior to this;
He had said that he would be busy this week trying to catch some rats in his home, he also said that the rats were very sneaky and sly...
Counting the days he needed to go and back from the capital plus the stay, He should be back by the time his Hyung was finished.