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How do you think Cale manages stress?

Like I feel as though it should get to him at some point. Through a migraine or fatigue or even something like acne IDK

He needs better coping mechanisms.

uuuooohghhh I like to think that the main thing that happens to him would be severe migraines!! and if it gets really bad, then they would be debilitating, but then !! Cale getting cared for by his family !! Cale had always known how attentive the children were, picking up on what types of sweets he preferred the most, leaving them for him out of the bunch on the platter. It was always the small things that they picked out the easiest, preening with pride when Cale would thank them in return.

If anything, Cale didn't think he had any issues with overworking, after all, the one thing he wanted the most in life was to slack off. Every time he would wave off their comments with an "I'm fine," he would always receive the most deadpan stare. With the pulsing in his head came a deafening ringing in his ears, making paying attention while others speak to him hard. He hadn't thought that it was obvious, but without fail, the children would take notice. The book or papers would be plucked from his hands and he would be pulled up from his seat to be ushered back to bed. Hong runs off to refill the pitcher of water for him and Raon darts off to the window to drag the curtains shut. It's Ohn who glares at him until he climbs into the sheets, and most of the time, Cale won't fight it because maybe it is time to take a break. A nap does sound good right now.

Hong would rush back in with a pitcher in his hands, the water inside of it sloshing from side to side due to his rushing and then a glass will be pushed into Cale's hands. The boy would dump a few random snacks onto the bedside table, usually fruits or some sort of easy to eat ingredient that Vicross would surely ask about later on. An emergency snack, he'd tell Cale before clambering up onto the bed to join him.

These forced breaks always ended with the three of them joining him for a nap if it's during the day, piling onto him to keep him from getting up. Cale had learned not to fight it, letting the tension to slip from his shoulders as his thoughts slowly slipped away.

When Cale stays up way into the night, they would glare at him with sleepy eyes, their hair disheveled from having been asleep. Their dragging is more insistent at night, huffing and puffing if he doesn't follow.

On days that he really can't seem to catch a break, the molran's bring him refreshments to help him keep going. The old man always seemed to be suppressing the urge to shake his head and sigh at Cale, but he silently pours a cup of chamomile tea. It's brewed to help the young master relax, but if Cale starts yawning after a while....

The snacks that Vicross prepares for him are lighter and healthier, opting for more fruits than pastries and sweets. They'd be paired with mixed nuts that would help keep Cale awake if he gets tired while working.

these are just a few lil brain thoughts... but uooogghh soft ... cale always getting ushered to bed and fed. I just think that like,,, with the kids enforcing nap times,, its nice and soft and healthier... because if they don't then maybe Cale would keep going until its all done. Like a finish everything now so i can slack off later type vibe!!! He would probably work himself sick if left alone,,, the "this is nothing" type mindset maybe??

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The thing about vitality of the heart is that while Cale is extremely dismissive of his own injuries because of it, we probably shouldn't be ?

Like... We know he is going to be okay because of it, right ? Because That's what makes the misunderstanding what it is... But we are in Cale's point of view and Cale is lying to himself (and us) and I feel like if he passes out for days to week even with the vitality of the Heart, then his friends even if they knew he had the ability to heal himself should be worried anyway ?

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I just read the a-z whump prompt and open the comment to see Hemophilia and I can't help but think of Cale yknow. Like, let's say it's on a more severe case he's prone to bruising and bleeding. He might have episodes of bleeding internally (into his joints or muscles) or from external injury (after the wound occurred), he may bleed longer and take a longer time to heal. He could also experience joint pain and swelling!

Imagine how chaotic it is! How the limitation of treatment in that era damned him! The resulting whumpy afterwards! The devilish cycle! XD (Don't forget the severe headache, blurred/doubled vision, and excessive sleepiness too— and and, the nosebleeds—) this excited me so much I think I should feel guilty

CHEFS KISSSSSS CHEFS KISSSSSS!!!! i just wanted to write da whump .. no end... i got no brain for an end rn ghskdjh i hope you like it :>

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It’s not all too obvious in the beginning. 

With how Cale had divvied up the work between the swordsman and the kittens in their late night outing, there weren't many chances for him to figure it out. The black dragon joined them soon after, and suddenly Cale was surrounded by people who were all too eager to work. Not that Cale had any issue with that. He was slowly getting surrounded by stupidly strong people who left him with no need to step in. Maybe that was why he never questioned the green that mottled his skin at the slightest bump. Cale doesn’t question the ache that would shift into his mind like a slow moving fog either, schooling his face to keep even the slightest wince from escaping. It’s not an unfamiliar feeling to him – the low simmering ache that settled at the base of his skull, but he hoped that it wouldn’t become a frequent thing like how it had in his previous life thanks to record. 

(Ron gives him an oddly stiff smile at the sight of the blues that marred his knees. He’d crawled through the stupidly cramped hole to make it to the ancient power the night before. Honestly, he was hoping that the cry baby of a power would have been able to wipe his skin clean of these bruises. Maybe it wasn’t considered too dire of an injury or something, he supposed.

Either way, the tight smile that Ron gives sends chills racing down Cale’s spine).

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Thinking back, maybe the plaza bombing should have been when the incident to flag that something was wrong. He should have seen it in the awful burning that settled in his lungs, building and building until it burst from his mouth with a choked cough. It was all too warm across his stinging palms, but the sweet relief that followed suit was too good. The Vitality of the Heart was like a cool balm spread across his feverish skin, a quick relief that only he could feel. 

Looking up from his stained hands, Cale was met with a frenzy. Hysteria dyed the hues of his peers’ eyes, their hands landing on his shoulders to push him down to the ground. His head is cushioned in someone’s lap, but it’s a little too hard to focus on who it was. Cale’s pupils trembled, his brows furrowing as he tried to focus on steadying the shifting world in his eyes. He didn’t need to lie down, damn it, but when he’d try to sit up, he’d just be pushed back down. It invited the disgustingly slick copper to pool in the back of his throat, its iron taste flooding his mouth until he had to roll to his side to spit it out. 

The headache that comes marching in with the dragon’s threats make him feel more as though he’d just had his head bashed in with a hammer, than a headache. It was a cruel thing, really, creeping out until the pain encompassed his skull wholly. The pain from using the shield was nothing in comparison, in fact, he was feeling even better than before in terms of that “injury.” He could do without the sticky slide of blood trickling down his chin, dripping and dripping without a single sign of stopping. Cale chalked it all up to being a side effect of the ancient power. But more importantly, he desperately wished for the ancient power to whisk away the pain in his head, too. 

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There’s a time when a brief concern flits across the young noble’s mind.

Cale was splayed across his bed, comfortably sunken into the sheets as he basked in the warmth of the afternoon sun. It was the perfect time to enjoy a midday nap and it seemed that the silver kitten, Ohn, thought the same. Her fur was silky to the touch now thanks to the hard work of Hans. It’s warm where she’s loafed next to his thigh, her paws neatly tucked away underneath her. The little dragon and the red kitten weren’t too keen on sleeping their day away like the two of them, but that was their choice, not his. 

Lightly, Cale feels the squishy pads of the boy’s paws press against the skin of his forearm. One poke and then another, whatever the boy was doing, it seemed to intrigue him. 

“Cale-nya,” Hong whispered, not wanting to wake his sister, “How come you’re always all beat up? Like.. like a dropped apple!”

Cale peels open his eyes at this and true to the boy’s words, his arm was painted in fading blotches of yellow. He doesn’t remember exactly what had caused it, but if anything, it just looked worse because of how pale his complexion was. The cons of being surrounded by stupidly strong people, he supposed, but if he thought about it even more… it wasn’t like any of them were manhandling him. Cale wasn’t entirely sure where these bruises had come from. 

“I just bruise easily,” Cale says after a moment of thought.

It seems that this, too, wasn’t the right answer because the black dragon was now clambering across the pillows to shove his snout into Cale’s face. Those azure eyes of his were dyed with worry.

“You’re too weak!” He said and Cale nodded. It was true, he was weaker than the rest of their group. If anything, they could all kill him if they wanted to. 

They don’t seem to like how accepting he is of this weakness, but the dragon slumps beside him with a harrumph and a promise to protect him. Cale doesn’t pay too much attention to it after that, giving in to the siren call of fatigue. He drifts off in the comfort of the pooling sunlight and the cushiony bed beneath it. Somewhere along the way, the boys must’ve fallen asleep, too, tucked close against his sides. 

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Whatever it was, it all comes back to bite him in the ass when they’re fighting alongside the elves.

Rose gold flickered across the gathering plumes of dark grey. Cale stood with an outstretched hand, the hairs on the back of his neck rising as the scent of ozone filled the area. It was almost as though the lightning hidden in the clouds could match the rising thrum of his heart – faster and faster, the time between flashes and the beats of his heart grew shorter. 

There’s no way to fully describe it really, be it the innate tempo of the battle rising to its crescendo or the way his heart skipped a beat at the breathlessness that festered in his lungs. Of course, he’d been watching his allies zip in and out of the throes of battle, but there was just something else. 

Blindingly bright and deafeningly loud, the thunderbolt rattles the world around them. As quick as it comes, it sears its colors into the retinas of their eyes, haunting their visions even behind closed lids. Silence mars the world around them just as scorch marks marred the grounds. One beat, a second, and another after that – the world is silent with its shock. Then came the incessant ringing. 

Cale’s head throbbed with each cough that broke past his lips, the ground feeling as though it were shifting beneath his feet. Each coughing fit felt as though his lungs had been charred by the lightning bolt instead, the strain settling in his chest like a massive, tender bruise. Cale’s heart was a drum and the Vitality of the Heart beat heavily upon it, but before its relief, it brought waves of blood to seep between his lips. The darkened blood pooled at his feet in an ugly splatter. It grew and grew with each heaving cough.

The damned cheapskate hadn’t mentioned such effects as these, but he couldn’t even bring himself to curse. He didn’t have the breath to.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Cale tried to force his vision to focus, his feet stumbling over one another in an attempt to stay upright. Soon, he could feel Raon’s small, nubby horns pressing into the small of his back. The dragon’s the only reason he’s able to remain standing now, and the fabric of his shirt is quickly growing damp. The taste of iron is thick on his tongue as Cale choked out another weak cough. The pain is all too much for him to focus on anything more around him, and as the last whisps of his consciousness slipped away, he could distantly make out the feeling of hands steadying him. 

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The young voice of the dragon counting is the first thing that greets Cale when he wakes up again. Teary eyed, yet overjoyed, Raon all but threw himself into the young noble’s arms. 

---- cutting myself off here because I'm getting carried away... but i think that after this, maybe he'd be diagnosed by one of the elves.. maybe pendrick... but then like, for treatment.. hmmm i'd like to think that maybe there's a weaker version of a medicine that helps iron deficient people, but it doesn't really do much to help cale because he loses insane amts of blood at a time... and it's mostly smth to try to help increase his cell count again after he loses too much blood... hmm not a good treatment for the long run, but not much he could do..

i'd like to think that maybe it becomes a new thing for rosalyn to work on... i wonder if there's a way to control blood cells w the use of mana.. like an agent to help control the clotting factor production? i just wanna see researcher rosalyn hehe... but for the time being, i'd think that cale's meals would change a bit to include more foods that are richer in iron!! maybe one of those iron fish that seep into the water when you boil it... I imagine that even if he's healed right away, he's gonna suffer from anemia issues ehhee... i wanna see him stand up and crumple LOLOL

thank you again for the ask!!! i get excited w cale whump too heheehe... (jailed)

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Currently rereading the novel for my fic and my god, Cale really do be the little shit type. Man's out here spouting bullshit left and right. He thinks he's scamming other people but he's running the biggest scam on himself??

Like what do you mean you're scamming the Jungle by putting out their fire in exchange for land? That's called employment?? What sort of job did you do before?

What do you mean you're gonna use On and Hong, and force Choi Han to pay for his meals? You're gonna scam Eruhaben, or put Raon to work? Saved Hannah and Jack, using them to topple the Empire? They already wanted to do that, dumbass. You give these people food, a house, affection and mental stability, and you think you're scamming them?

Man's biggest scam is deluding himself.

The funniest thing is reading about how at one point, Adin considers the two of them to be alike. Meanwhile, Cale's out here kicking ass and taking names with the power of friendship.

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They look so beautiful I’m addicted send help.

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Cale: Father, why do I have a fake knife to cut my food but Lily has a real one.

Deruth: She is a mature girl. She is careful enough to not get hurt.

Cale: And I am not?

Violan: She won't stab her own heart.

Cale: …

Everyone: …

Cale: *Silently tries to cut the steak with the fake knife*

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You spoke my mind.

Reading an og Cale centered fic is making me realize that I would much rather read a Krs!Cale centered fic.

The bias is real

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New LCF Cards

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Haven’t posted anything on Tumblr for a while.

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Goldie gramp, I hereby declare that you are my newest obsession.

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Just Cale coughing blood and being in pain 🫣🫣🫣

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I promised to show the final product, didn’t I?

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I like how they spent the budget of the whole season on Eruhaben :3

Guys, the most canon accurate Eruhaben panel just dropped:

Goldie Gramps looking ethereal compilation under the cut 🙏🙏

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... Let's turn off Vitality of the Heart agenda...!

Quite often this will end up with a more whumpy scenario, like him getting kidnapped and cue bloody torture which is justified and exciting all the same! But let us have something else, something that should most likely happen once the Crybaby decided (half out of pettiness and half out of frustration) to step back and let Cale screw himself over.

On an ordinary, normal day. Upon deactivation, the fatigue will be immense, and the build-up from the lack of sleep and lack of rest in general will be heavy. There would be headaches and nausea, there would be muscle weaknesses and muscle pain, there would be gastrointestinal problems occurring at the same time!

Drenching in cold sweat, gasping for breath because everything is spinning?? Tremor and words spoken through gritted teeth?? This stubborn dude insisted on his work and then questioned why he was so weak that particular day??? The rest of Ancient Powers playing along and adding the fuel by saying things gone wrong and struck his conscience just at the right time before the real shxt goes down?!

And then... Our iconic MVP.... Ron Molran coming with his lemonade....!

Vitality of the Heart, furious: I wonder what the use of rest now? What the use of having food and never eat? After all, health is useless in life right?

Cale: ....

Other APs: You're on your own for this one.

Cale: (´；д；)

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Cale transforms into a child. He’s roughly 7 years old, but he’s small. It’s Cale Henituse’s child body, not Kim Rok Soo, thankfully.

The person who cursed him, a demonic worshipper, says that the curse didn’t transform his memories. Only his body. He says that- while Cale has all the experience of his original person- it’s now being projected through the mind of a 7 year old.

The curse can’t regress a persons mind. It can borrow a strong illusion, base it off the past, and transform someone into it- similar to Fredo’s Naru form- but it can’t mess with memories. It can only temporarily shrink the minds eye into what it used to be. For Cale, he is suddenly viewing all of his memories from the perspective of his 7 year old self.

Choi Han demands to know his incentive, and why he’s telling them about the curse at all.

“Hmph. I was hired by the White Star to inconvenience his enemy. That doesn’t mean I hate the guy personally, it’s just business. The One I worship deals with bartering, but He isn’t unfair. Your hands will already be full, so consider my explanation a small mercy for the curse you’ve been dealt.”

The worshipper expects Cale to start bawling and wailing as soon as his eyes open. Or to be confused and scream in terror. Maybe both, honestly.

But then the child opens his eyes.

No one moves. The boy scans the battlefield, looks down at himself, and looks back up. His stare is piercing and untrusting.

He meets the eyes of Raon Miru.

‘Family.’

The sudden sensation is jarring and foreign, and the mix of memories that he gathers from the feeling only works to overwhelms him. He clenches his fists and stares at those deep blue eyes.

The boys lip quivers and his eyes tear up, but he doesn’t make a sound. He looks towards the kittens, and that feeling rises in his chest again. Thick and overwhelming, blossoming in his lungs and making it hard to breathe.

‘Family’

He almost sobs- but the boy’s hands clamp onto his mouth and he shuts his eyes. His legs curl up.

‘Crying is bad.’

‘Hide.’

‘Don’t make a sound.’

The darkness behind his eyes startled him into opening them again, and he meets the eyes of Ron. He knows this man. He’s scary, and makes him drink bitter and sour lemon tea, but that’s okay because at the end of the day he’ll protect him.

The tears run down his face in big droplets, but he holds his breath. His hands are near-suffocating him, because releasing the air would create noise. So he holds it.

This mind, this boy, is fresh in this world. He understands scary emotions and bad emotions, but he doesn’t understand the rest.

Looking at everyone creates so many feelings that he doesn’t know how to comprehend.

‘Safety’

‘Trust’

‘Reliability’

But- when he was 7- he didn’t know those definitions. And right now, they scare him. He stumbles onto his feet, swamped in clothes that don’t fit him. He thinks about running away, but nearly trips on the fabric.

It’s all heavy and warm, soft and firm… but can he keep it? His mind stirs through his memories.

Yes. He wants to. So he can.

He grabs and pulls at them with one of his hands, but he’s not very strong and can’t do it. (He finds himself distracted very quickly. He can’t hold onto his memories very well, and he keeps finding himself on the next page of the life he’s lived)

He won’t be able to take them with him.

His tears run faster and he stumbles a little from being so lightheaded. He exhales, gasping. His eyes have gotten a new emptyness to them. Absence. He can’t have these clothes. He can’t have nice things. He drops his hand from his mouth and stares down.

…

He could trust someone to grab them for him. He knows he can… hmm.

He looks up. He looks at Choi Han, Ron, Beacrox, before seeing Rosalyn. Yes, Rosalyn. She’s helped with heavy things before. So has… Eruhaben, with the directory of books, and the others with different things, but he feels their overwhelming strength and calmly deduces that Rosalyn is his best choice. She’s strong, but he’s aware that she’s less violent. Or rude.

Tears are running down his face but his chest has stopped seizing up with hiccups and he can breathe again, so he meets her eyes and asks.

“Please help me with my clothes.”

She flinches, as if dumbfounded. He doesn’t understand why so he patiently waits. He… trusts her. She won’t say no.

The world is silent. The demonic worshipper left after Cale opened his eyes, and everyone assisting the worshipper had also left.

His companions, although very smart and intelligent, were so utterly stunned by Cale’s small figure and strange awakening that they forgot someone should go chase after the enemy, consumed by their concern.

Rosalyn softens her expression and walks over to crouch by Cale. “… Cale-nim?”

His expression falls by a minuscule amount. She must not be able to do it. He… thought he understood her abilities, but maybe he was wrong.

“That’s okay,” he stares into her eyes. “I can manage if you can’t.” She flinches, opening her mouth, but Cale lifts his hand and Sound of the Wind picks up him and his clothes. He smiles, slightly. Competence. The feeling is nice. He rises high in the air and he looks at the horizon. He forgets where he is, for a moment. The sun is setting.

“C-Cale-nim!” Rosalyn shouts, and Cale flinches and releases Sound of the Wind, falling back down.

A flash of gold, and he’s wrapped up in someone’s arms.

‘Strength’

‘Softness’

‘Trust’

“Oh.” Cale blinks up at Eruhaben. “Thank you.”

He kicks his feet, a little pleased with himself. Now he doesn’t have to walk or carry his clothes around. He keeps his hands to himself, tucked into his lap from how Eruhaben is now carrying him with one arm

‘Scars’

‘Dirty’

‘Ruined’

He pauses and looks at his hands. No scars.

He loses track of everyone’s eyes and frantically scans his arms and looks under his large heavy shirt. He smiles a little more.

“Cale,” Eruhaben asks, not as soft as Rosalyn had spoken, but softer than usual. “Are you looking for something?”

Cale blinks. No, he wouldn’t have the scars would he? His memories stumble over themselves, but he recalls that his life as Kim Rok Soo is a secret. He thinks hard, before looking up at Eruhaben and shaking his head.

“No. My skin is just very pale.” He lies easily. Yes, this is a different body. He doesn’t have the scars. He wrings his hands together and tucks them into his lap again.

Eruhaben analyzes Cale. The boy turns his eyes away and looks around.

Everyone is waiting for their chance to interact with the boy, but the moment to strike is stolen away by Ron.

“Young master-nim, can you tell us what you remember?”

The name takes a moment to click. He hums and looks down at his lap.

He remembers…

He flinches. He can remember Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk. He can remember the monsters and devastation. He can remember losing his terrible uncle and he remembers the orphanage…

He clenches his hands together. With an iron will that doesn’t suit a 7 year old, he forces the tears down and looks Ron in the eyes.

“I don’t want to think about that.” He declares in a hoarse voice. “I want to only remember the good things. I want to… I want to leave the hard things behind.”

The group is stunned. He was saying meaningful things, even at the age of seven?

Rosalyn steps up. As an older sister, she understands what Cale is actually trying to imply.

“Cale-nim, you need to remember the hard times too. They won’t go away. Can you answer me a question?” He looks at her. “Just shake your head yes or no. Do you remember us?”

Cale nods. His arms and hands are tight however, as if he can’t even relax himself around Eruhaben, someone he apparently remembers very well. With Rosalyn too, he confused her hesitance with refusal. The group can’t help but feel confused.

“Cale-nim,”

Choi Han finally asks.

“Why, are you so tense?”

Cale looks at him. His eyes feel like they’re boring into Choi Han’s soul, before the boy finally responds.

“I’m dirty.” Everyone flinches, and Choi Han looks destroyed. Except the boys eyebrows pinch. “I… used to be dirty. People don’t like when dirty things touch them,”

Ron’s benign smile is broken with those words, but Cale looks up at Eruhaben and runs through his memories.

He hums. Then he releases all of his tension and leans into the ancient dragons chest comfortably, closing his eyes. “Mm. I was wrong. You’re okay to touch.”

With the group falling into silence, Eruhaben decides to take the initiative and teleports them out of the battle zone and somewhere more comfortable.

The boy answers a few more questions while Eruhaben and Rosalyn find some of Hong’s old clothes for him to wear. He doesn’t talk out of turn, and stays painfully polite.

With everyone lost on the curse, Choi Han, Beacrox, and Ron set out to find the bastard who cursed him, while Eruhaben, Rosalyn, and the children decide to intrude on the Crown Prince’s peace in order to see what the royal library has got on demonic curses.

Cale demands to be carried by Eruhaben again, and swings his legs in delight when the ancient dragon caves.

On and Hong stare at Cale from Rosalyn’s arms, while Raon stays silent but crams himself right into his humans thin and lanky arms. Cale doesn’t say it, but he’s very satisfied with the arrangement. Family… feels good, he decides.

They teleport straight into Alberu’s room, and the Prince spots Cale’s red hair and recognizes him immediately. He stares intensely at the tiny Cale. Cale stares back with an even stronger intensity.

This goes on for a few very long moments.

Then Alberu hangs his head and covers his face with his hands, swearing to himself. Rosalyn thinks that she heard him say the word ‘crazy.’

Cale grins and kicks his feet. Eruhaben notes that, although Cale seems to remember everyone like before, he’s worse at hiding his emotions.

For instance, he scoffs with amusement, Cale clearly finds the Crown Princes agony hilarious.

Of course he does.

The prince’s suffering lasts for as long as his head is down, because as soon as he brings it up and sees little Cale kicking his legs and smiling, he visibly melts.

The prince looks at Eruhaben, covering his grin with his hand. “Is he- please tell me he’s also mentally a child too. Please,”

Eruhaben looks down at Cale, who’s still staring at the Prince, but this time with a pinch in his eyebrows.

Raon answers. “Yes! And no. He thinks like a child, but he remembers all of us! So don’t worry your highness!”

The Prince looks at Cale with an impish gleam in his eye. (Can he get a child version of Cale to relax and not mess with things?) Meanwhile, Cale has seemingly made up his mind, setting his face and asking, “What do I call you?”

At the rooms silence, he stares harder. “Your highness? Alberu? Hyung?” He tilts his head, frowning. “The sun of our kingdom-“

“No-!” Alberu almost jumps out of his seat. His hand fell from his face and his shit eating grin is on full display. “No, no. Ahem. I’m your hyung, so call me that.”

Cale nods, his face relaxing. “Okay hyung-nim.” Alberu smiles harder. Eruhaben sighs in exasperation at Alberu’s antics, but decides to let it be.

After all, he’s putting the Prince to work.

“Alberu Crossman,” Eruhaben addresses the Prince. “Cale has been cursed by a demonic worshipper. So, me and Rosalyn will be searching your royal library for information on the matter. Send some servants down with instructions to gather every book on demonic curses. We will also be infiltrating Endable’s Kingdom if we don’t find anything of use. We could be back in a few days.”

The words settle into Alberu’s mind, and the blood drains from his face. He looks towards Rosalyn.

“Wait-“

On and Hong jump from her arms, and Eruhaben sets Cale on Alberu’s bed with Raon. Alberu gets out of his seat and flinches.

“Hold on-“

Eruhaben steps back and teleports away with Rosalyn. Alberu, stuck with his hand in the air and his mouth wide open, feels the will to live leave his body.

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

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Finish my first set of LCF cards. The sense of accomplishment is almost too much!!!

Can’t wait to show off the final product to you.