A.N: Enjoy. Sorry for any OOC.
The carriage was quite pretty, it was completely covered in black and red tones, the smooth wood and marble seem to glisten as the sun hit it.
Two strong maroon mustangs pulled lazily as it came to a spot right infront of the elite Banquet party being held in celebration for King Zed's 50th birthday.
The nobles naturally grew interested in it.
The carriage held a symbol that none recognized boldly written on the side.
The symbol was a bloody rose that wrapped around a black snowflake dyeing it bloody red. Despite the gothic vibe he entire thing gave it nothing compared to the people that came out of it.
The first person was obviously a butler, his crisp outfit perfectly tailored, his ginger haired styled neatly. The butler opened the door wider and reached out his hand to help the people out of the carriage.
First was a male that seemed to have just reached adulthood.
His red hair flowed lightly and reached his nape, his skin was completely flawless and his outfit was practically made to be worn by the person. The only thing that seemed out of place was the smooth black eye-patch covering one of his eyes.
After the man came a small girl around the age of ten. Her silver hair was tied and a smooth ponytail that brought attention to the very expensive pearl earrings that sparkled in the sunlight. Her outfit consisted of a beautiful black dress with a silver belt that tied the simple but elegant look together.
Lastly was a boy about the age of seven, he wore smooth dark shorts with a button-up dress shirt. A cute navy bowtie giving his a sweet innocent vibe, and straps one that slipped off once again adding to the adorable factor.
The butler snapped his fingers and the horses snapped into action going to park in a place to rest after the long journey.
As the reached the gate the Ginger handed four invitations toward the guard before continuing leading the way for the nobles.
Whispers broke out as they tried pinpoint who these people were.
As they entered the party they walked smoothly everything about them screamed nobility.
They all sat down at one of the vacant tables and began to talk amongst themselves.
"Hong, On..." Cale spoke.
"Yes, Red?" Both kids answered.
"You can eat if you want, It is a banquet after all." He smiled lightly hoping to calm the nervous kids.
Cale could understand why they were so tense, 'Gin-Gin' had given them a crash course on manners and being 'Peasants' they didn't wish to look out of place.
That and the fact that this was their first mission under Cale, they didn't want to disappoint.
"People are staring." Hong whispered as he glanced at the other nobles.
Cale grinned.
"So? They're nothing but extras, remember you are members of the noble Thames line. You don't walk in shame you strut."
"Strut?" Asked On.
Hans smiled lightly.
"Yes Miss On. The nobles have to act like they're perfect, and the perfect way of doing is by 'Faking it 'till you make it'."
Both members of the Cat Tribe nodded their head.
"So nobles don't care what you're doing... unless you act with outmost confidence that you're doing it right...?"
Hans gave a wicked grin.
"That is correct Miss On."
Hong gave a calm and slightly arrogant look.
"In that case Hans fetch me a steak."
"And me some Extra Hot Spicy Curry." Smiled On.
Cale and Hans felt a surge of pride. Hans then got up from his chair and gave a polite bow.
"Right away Miss On and Mr. Hong." With that the butler went out to get food for his masters.
While Hans was gone the kids began to speak to Cale in 'code'.
"So On how has your Embroidery Class been going?" Asked Cale.
On gave a rather nonchalant look.
"So-and-So, I have the theory of it down to a T, but my actual work need some practice. As for Hong it's the exact opposite, he sucks at the theory and has his actual physical work in peak shape." She answered cryptically.
Cale nodded.
"Well done. However since you both fall short in the section the other excels at why not trying to work together instead of turning it into a competition?" Asked the Red-Head.
Both kids shrugged.
"We've tried that but it seems we both have trouble teaching each other the ropes." Hong stated.
Cale gave a pensive look before opening his mouth to speak.
"In that case I'll be intruding in your sessions as a... translator of sorts." Stated Cale.
Both kids nodded their heads in acknowledgement.
"But that's beside the point... how about you start socializing?"
"After the meal?"
Cale's smile grew wider.
"After the meal."
As if in cue Hans came back with the plates in his hands.
After setting them on the table he bowed and scampered off, ready to start his part of the operation.
However a snag seem to be caught in their plans.
"Well~! If it isn't the trash of the Count's family!" Smiled Venion.
He didn't say loud enough to be obnoxious, but loud enough for the other nobles to hear.
Instantly whispers broke out.
On gave cold look.
"Well~ If it isn't the Pedophile~" Smiled On.
'Shut up, scum' Both Hong and On mentally spat.
That was untrue she didn't know if Venion was a pedo, but nobles love a scandal. Seeing the disgusted looks from nobles Venion instantly went for a rough point.
"Little girl? Why are you using these words when it's obvious that you don't know the meaning of them? Unless Young Master Cale told you... which honestly says a lot more of him then me..." He stated simply, like he hadn't just accused Cale of being something disgusting.
Hong decided it was his turn of spot light.
"Who are you to speak? No offenses to you Young Master Venion, but why are you constantly bringing such a disgusting title up? Are you perhaps trying to hide some gross title on yourself.... such as traitor, brother killer.... or perhaps kidnapper and dragon torturer?"
Hong whispered the last part soft enough to be heard but Venion but not by everyone else.
"H-how?"
Hong grinned, before reaching for a ring on his finger, he tapped to reveal a... hidden camera.
Hong then tapped it again to close it before giving a bright smile.
"Young Master Venion may you please cease to intrude in my family's time? Not unless you choose to test my patience... we all know how that ends." Cale grinned while slowly twirling a glass of fine wine.
Venion glared at all of them before turning a heel and walking away.
All members of the Thames family smiled at eachother before continuing.
"Ahem may I have you attention?" A man spoke.
'A servant of the Royal Family I assume.' They all thought.
The the Thames Family decided to ignore it and instead focused on Hans who had just come back from his personal mission and sat down at their table.
Before long the speech ended and all the attention was on the Royal Family.
Cale rolled his eyes as he watched countless of nobles fall to the whims of a few loose compliments from the Crown Prince.
However.
"Cale-nim."
Cale turned toward the Priestess of the God of Death.
"He told you?" Asked Cale eyebrow raised.
"Why yes. He would not stop singing praises about you!" Smiled Cage.
"Well I'm glad Miss Cage, but you seldom not needed to walk on eggshells, I have no plans against you or Young Master Taylor."
The Priestess seemed to calm down.
"May I have a glass of wine?" She asked looking much more relaxed.
Cale shrugged.
"Go right ahead."
The Priestess took a glass sipping it all in one swell swoop... much to Cale's shock.
"What? I'm not drunk enough to deal with your father's antics."
Cale understood and then proceeded to down another glass flush instantly rising in his cheeks.
"You must be the oldest Young Master of Henituse." Smiled the blond bimbo himself.
Cale frowned slightly.
'Oi, turn down the brightness Prince Charming Wannabe.'
"Ah, it is his Majesty... the Rising Sun of this here kingdom." Smiled Cale thinly.
"Ah, I've heard quite a few word of your free-spirited nature. I must say I deeply admire your freedom of self!"
"His majesty. I must apologize I am not in here in behalf of the Henituse, that'd be Basen that'd your looking for." Cale said not missing a beat.
'So... this is one of my Relatives? He seems....' Alais thought.
Cale had sent Alais and the Royal twins on their on missions they were scouting for the mana bombs.
However they were still mentally connected so anything Cale saw and heard so did his Ancient Powers.
'Fake?'
'Well didn't want to insult him... but yeah. He doesn't stay true to self.' Alais answered.
'Well of course. Being a quarter dark elf is not exactly something that is very well excepted around.'
'Point Taken.'
Cale was glad he'd turned of his Ancient Power, the amount of 'Ripples' here was dizzying.
"How so?" Asked Alberu.
Cale smiled.
"News to me. I broke of with the Henituse sometime back... was not expecting to find an invitation in my mail."
'I have nothing to offer. So dear Crown Prince kindly fuck off.'
A.N: Next chapter is the attack. And the 'Protagonist' and Basen will show up.