#tcf ron

[iikisa]

Another request from @animabouabdalla! I think they like seeing cale sick lmfaoo

Get better soon young master silver shield 😄

[slackerlifewhere]

random thought #1

You know...I had a sudden realization as I'm starting to re-read the novel so I can catch up to the second part (I'm getting really impatient and I just want to read more of their chaos).

Despite how easy he makes it seems, Cale's natural charisma is one of the reasons why a lot of people are quick to trust him.

Like imagine meeting all these distrustful characters (Molan father and son, Choi Han, the kids, Alberu, the dragons) and have them trust, follow, and care for you for the whole story? And he also handles them like it's a piece of cake? He's "scared" but he sometimes lets them get away with doing stuff like a tired old man. Like I know it's a thing that his friends and family are so done with him being a chaotic little shit who faints every few minutes but imagine being in his shoes and dealing with all these dangerous and equally chaotic little shits.

That's basically impossible. It's extremely hard to do the same thing he did. If it were another person, they won't even last a minute with them. They'll probably experience different kinds of trauma or death or worse.

And this guy is completely oblivious to it.

I mean, if you know his past as Kim Rok Soo, it makes a lot of sense but even then, I don't think he was in the right headspace to notice his charisma in his previous world. He's so in denial about himself even in this new world though and I honestly understand why some nobles were so scared of him. Sand Ailan was right. He's like a king.

At this point, I don't know who's babysitting who, especially if you remember the mess Choi Han and Mary did when he was away. Or when Rosalyn did something explosive. Or the kids. Or Ron. I guess it's because he's so extra in the way he does things that it kind of hides how crazy the rest of the characters are.

At best, Alberu, Beacrox, Bud, and Lock are the "normal" ones in the group if you can even call anyone "normal" in this story. You can't change my mind. Even Eruhaben doesn't count. He's also a little shit from time to time and he's proud of it.

[galaxygirl8880]

He understands now.

He understands and it hurts because this is what he put them through.

Is this how his kids felt? Laying next to his still body waiting days for him to wake up? Replaying those last few moments, over and over again. Wondering, what ifs running through their heads.

Ron, changing his sheets and clothing as needed. Knowing he would wake up but that seed of doubt lingering in the back of his mind-

'what if he doesn't get better this time?'

Choi han and lock, running through their training drills over and over again because if they were strong enough- maybe Cale would be okay.

Cale replayed the battle in his head, over and over again.

He looks at Rosalyn's sleeping form laying in the medical bed, looking so weak and pale.. nothing like her brave, firey personality.

He looks to her left, alberu, his left side covered in bandages. He should be awake and smiling with that stupid fake smile and Jack had done the best he could and he said the crown prince would be fine but-

Cale was being illogical. They were both going to be okay.

He stayed in his seat, carefully watching the rise and fall of their chests.

Ron gently opened the door, stepping inside with refreshments. His steps were quiet and his face solem.

"Young master, your tea." He set the plate down on a nearby table, pouring out a cup.

He offers it to Cale, who takes it with no clear reaction. Cale takes a sip. It's sweet.

"...Thanks, Ron."

Ron stays with him for the rest of the afternoon.

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[fireofdestruction23]

I will never get over the fact that, Our strong and magnificent Dragons’ constant source of stress is Cale!!😭🤣 Cale is the Ancient powers, Eruhaben and Ron’s problem child. They love him to death, but the stress is too much!!😭🤣

[wingedcreatorhlebushka]

Day 5 - Tea Set

Hooray, hooray, happy seventh anniversary of TCF! 💋

[lalasimping]

THAT'S FREAKING WHY HE'S GETTING MORE GORGEOUS THAN EVER!??!? Let's all say 'ALL HAIL RON!'

[xiximalette]

Whenever I get introduced to a character in the totcf novel, I always wonder how they will look like in the manhwa adaptation but then eventually remembering that I'm 500+ chapters in almost at the end of part 1 and the manhwa is still around 100+

We most likely see them beautiful characters in 10 decades😓

Long haired Cale suffering and half of the tcf cast fighting for their lives🫶

Eruhaben though, we are nearing!! Actually, idk I forgot what happened in the novel during that time but his appearance was like after the ten peak mountain battle though idk what exactly happened in between those events.

[unluckycactus]

I've been seeing for a few months posts anticipating the Cale reveal to the Molan and being nervous about it, and I was like: huh, weird. Because of all the people you can worry about reacting badly, seriously, why pick them?

And now that I'm reading the Central Plains arc I can say it confidently.

Beacrox and Ron are so chill guys. They didn't even ask for explanations, lol; Cale was the one who went: "we need to have a talk, right?"

Also, idk why some ppl are nervous when Choi Han's reaction was praising them (indirectly) by saying "our house is great."

Idk, I think part of the fandom takes the Molan's loyalty a bit lightly. Especially Ron's

A lot users are still fixed on the early descriptions in the series/use TBOAH as a point of comparison, forgetting that: 1) Choi Jung Gun's story was unreliable as fuck, and 2) Ron and Beacrox were not loyal to OgCale.

You're not automatically loyal to your employer just because they hire you, they have to earn it.

Ron & Beacrox are people whose trust is hard to gain to begin with, but once you have it they're not the type to throw it away.

Repeat after me: Ron and Beacrox are loyal to Cale, not to the Henituse

Idk, i just think it's a bit wild how little part of the fandom trusts them

[merpingpangolin]

Cale: You should go home and take care of yourself, your health is important.

Ron, Choi han, Beacrox, Roan, Everyone else:

[weirdsht]

Longing - LoTCF & Molan! Reader

notes: There's so much I want to include here but it's so long already... I might make a part 2. Also I woke up and decided to change the way I address reader lol. I used to use _____ because it was easier to type but I've decided to go for aesthetics now (disillusioned will still have the same format though so readers won't be shocked with the change).

tags: female reader, death, blood, injuries, angst(?), hurt/comfort

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[Name] Molan was about to fall asleep when intruders suddenly infiltrated the Molan Estate.

“...Mom I’m scared.”

The 5-year-old clutched her mother’s skirt. Screaming and clashing of weapons can be heard throughout the house.

Her mother said nothing at first. Opting to get her greatsword from underneath the child’s bed first.

“Baby you started learning stealth techniques with your brother right?”

[Name] nodded as she felt her mother squeeze her hand.

“Remember what Dad taught you okay? You might have to use it tonight. Think of it as an exercise to see how well you’ve learned.”

The situation is scary, but despite that [name] feels calm because her mother is smiling at her.

But that doesn’t stop her hand from shaking as she hears their family members’ screams.

Slowly, the mother-daughter duo slithered out of the bedroom. Their main goal is to find Ron and Beacrox before escaping the estate.

Run, hide, roll over, they did everything just to avoid the eyes of the masked people attacking their estate. As they run away corpses of their family members and servants can be seen everywhere they go. The stench of their blood overtook [name]’s senses making her want to puke.

Everything seemed to be going well at first. However, they have been discovered after a few minutes of sneaking around. It was inevitable. With every corner being surrounded by those mysterious people massacring the Molans.

“[NAME]!”

[Name]’s mother just hadn’t expected one of those bastard’s swords to pierce the child’s chest instead.

The Molan Mistress was surrounded. She was trying her best to fend off everyone who dared to hurt her child.

But her efforts weren’t enough.

One of the enemies still managed to slip past her greatsword.

At that moment Beacrox, her first child, entered the room they were in. His eyes were shaking along with his legs as he ran to hide behind her mother.

“Beacrox take care of your sister.”

Her voice was calm. Fitting as the wife of the Molan Patriarch. Her hand tightly clenched on her greatsword. Eyes fierce, their gaze holds a promise of protecting her children.

Meanwhile, Beacrox sat on the ground. His arms cradled his baby sister while also trying to apply pressure to where she was hurt.

“Orabeoni… it hurts… it really hurts…”

“Just hold on a little longer. Father will get here soon.”

Beacrox’s hands are covered in blood. [Name]’s blood. No matter how hard he tries he can’t stop the bleeding. He can’t stop his younger sister’s body from going cold.

“Orabeoni… Orabeoni…”

[Name] tried to lift her small hands, but was too weak to do so. Beacrox shushed her, reassuring her that she’d be fine. That she’ll make it through the night. That they’ll get out of here alive.

She has to. Beacrox doesn’t think he’ll ever be the same if his baby sister dies here.

“I’m scared… Everything hurts.”

Beacrox is scared too. Scared of the copious amounts of blood escaping her little body. Scared of her body slowly becoming colder as the seconds fly by. Scared of her eyes that are slowly fluttering themself close.

“Hey, hey, you can’t sleep yet. We have to wait for Father first okay?”

Despite all of those things, the Molan heir stood strong. He has to. He needs to be strong enough for the two of them.

[Name] tries hard to follow her brother’s orders. However, the task starts to feel impossible to accomplish as time goes on. Sleep tempts her, tells her that if she closes her eyes the pain will disappear.

Her surroundings became more and more hazy and her family's voices grew quieter until she couldn’t hear them anymore. She was fighting to stay awake despite her body desperately shutting down.

“Dad…”

She mumbles as she sees a blur of a person that she thinks she recognizes as her father. 

“It’s okay. Everything is okay now. We’ll get out of here.”

Ron tries to reassure the girl but she can’t hear him anymore. He pressed his fingers on her pulse desperately trying to find one. Once he found it he asked his son to monitor the pulse as he aides his wife.

Bathump

“Baby stay with me. Dad’s here now. Dad will get you out of here.”

Thump

“[Name] you can’t close your eyes. Beacrox try to keep her eyes open!”

thump

“Mom! Dad! I- I can’t! I can barely feel her pulse. She’s also not breathing anymore!”

…thump

“Run. I’ll handle it here. Go with your father!”

“But what about [name]???”

“...It’s too late for her…”

…thum…

…

Only then did Beacrox let go of [name]’s wrist. Even after removing his hand, he felt like he could still hear it.

Her last pulse.

The feeling of it lingered in Beacrox’s hand. He clenches and lets go of his hand, but still…

Still, he could feel it.

Even as he runs away while looking at his father’s back. Even decades later when his serving the Henituse family as a chef. 

That feeling never goes away.

Meanwhile, the one left at the Molan Estate is still fighting. Desperately fighting the intruders with all her might.

She knows she’s outnumbered. She knows that she will die at their hands. She knows she has no fighting chance.

But still, she fights.

In hopes of buying her husband and her son time. In hopes of letting them escape and live to see another day.

And as she expected, she didn’t last long. After a few minutes of swinging her greatsword, he had finally succumbed to her wounds. Her body fell on the ground of what used to be their home. Of what used to be a safe space for her and her family.

Luckily, they left her alone after that. Figuring that she’ll die on her own either way. It gave her a chance to crawl over to her daughter. Gave her the chance to hug her one last time before her inevitable doom.

[Name]’s body was still bleeding. It had slowed down considerably thanks to Beacrox’s efforts but it was still bleeding. But her mother didn’t mind. She didn’t mind the puddle of blood gathering underneath her daughter’s body.

She just wants to hug her child one last time.

That’s why she ignored everything. The sticky blood, [name]’s cold body, her own ragged breathing. She ignored all of it and imagined that they were back in her daughter’s room. That she’s just hugging her daughter to sleep after telling her a bedtime story.

…thump

Ron’s wife wasn’t sure if she heard that right.

…thump …thump

She pressed her ears closer to [name]’s heart and heard the faintest of pulse. It was almost nonexistent. 

But it meant that there was still hope for her daughter.

Gathering her strength. She draped over her body on top of her daughter. This effectively hid her and put pressure on her wound.

She didn’t know if her daughter would survive. But she knows that she won't. This is her last ditch effort to make her daughter live. The only thing she can do with her dying body.

Kissing the crown of her sweet baby’s head for one last time, she let her body finally succumb to its wounds after fighting for so long.

Gasp!

[Name] gasped awake from her sleep as she dreamed of that night again. It’s been a few years since then. She has somehow managed to escape with her limited stealth skills at that time. Managed to go outside the borders of the Molden Kingdom in order to live.

For the first few years, she had to live on the streets. It was a sudden change. From having her own room and servants to barely eating one day a meal. But still, she persevered. It’s what her mother would have wanted.

She has nothing on her except the clothes on her back. She can’t even use her real name anymore for fear that someone will recognize it. 

However, she did have her father’s teachings.

It may not have been much as she was just starting out before their family fell apart. But she still practised them every chance she got. Tries to expand what she knows by remembering what she has read and her experience while living on the streets.

“You’re already taking another job? Go out and play or something! You’re too young to be taking job after job!”

Her hard work paid off in the form of her being a mercenary. She used her skills and wits to qualify for such a dangerous job. In turn, she became a full pledge mercenary at the young age of 12.

Every mission was life-threatening. She never knows if a mission is going to be her last one. But it puts a roof over her head and a warm meal on her plate.

“Nalom, why do you take so many jobs? You already have enough money to last you for at least 3 months.”

One of the mercenaries ruffled her hair but she ignored it. Focusing her attention on the name she was called.

Nalom…

The opposite of Molan.

Cheesy. She knows it was cheesy to make her alias just the reverse spelling of her last name. But she feels like she will inevitably forget her real name if she doesn’t do it.

She might have lost everything that night but she promised herself that she’ll take revenge one day. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, she will get it done.

Hence why she takes job after job. Honing her skills and pushing her limits. Trying to discreetly sniff out any information about the secret organization that attacked the Molans.

“Bud I heard we’re going on a war with Arm?“

The now 27-year-old [name] sneaked behind Bud.

“Nalom! How many times do I have to keep telling you that you’ll give me a heart attack if you keep sneaking up on me like that?”

[Name] ignored the Mercenary King holding onto his chest as she waited for an answer.

“Yes, the veterans will attack their secret base in a few days.”

“I’m included right?”

Bud Illis looks at her as if she’s joking.

“Of course you are. You’ve been here for 15 years. There’s no way you’re not a veteran.”

Good.

That way she’ll finally get her revenge.

“By the way. Is the investigation about our first base done yet?”

[Name] could see Bud’s shoulder tense at the question. She honestly didn’t care much. It was devastating that it had been blown up and the directory is now gone but it’s not like anyone from their side died. So it’s not her problem.

Well at first at least.

Until she heard the rumours that the one who attacked the directory was Molan’s last patriarch.

“Not yet. I wasn’t there when it happened and we’re putting all our efforts into the upcoming attack that’s why the investigation is taking longer.”

She could sense that Bud was only telling half the truth but she let it go.

“Say Nalom, did you learn your stealth techniques from someone?“

The Mercenary King asked just as she was about to go out of his office.

“No, I learned during my time living on the streets.”

A half-life. It was only fair since Bud also lied to her.

With that [name] closed the door behind her making her unable to hear the conversation that happened in her absence.

“Her techniques feel similar to Patriarch-nim…”

Bud mumbled under his breath once the stealthy mercenary was gone.

“It’s different but their foundations are similar.”

Glenn agreed from the couch. Both of them wondered if there was a chance that Nalom was somehow connected to the Molans.

“Where’s the kid?”

One of the mercenaries asked as they prepared to attack Arm’s secret base.

“I don’t know, you know how Nalom is. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

Another mercenary reassured the guy.

“Nalom? Who’s that?”

Cale asked Bud who was also trying to look for the missing mercenary.

“She’s our youngest veteran, only 27-years-old. But she’s the best among the mercenaries when it comes to stealth.”

Bud checked one last corner before sighing and giving up.

“She was here just a second ago… Well, it’s not like she can’t handle herself. But she has never gone on her own during large-scale attacks.”

The Mercenary King decided to trust the missing mercenary and continued with the original plan.

“Who goes there!?”

Beacrox hears a familiar yet foreign voice ask him as he dodges a flying dagger.

“I should be the one asking you…”

Brown hair that was the same shade as his own greeted him. Her one hand preparing to throw another dagger while her other hand was clutching on a flag that had been drawn on.

22 years. It has been 22 years since he last saw his little sister. His last memory of her was her body growing colder in his arms as he felt her pulse slowly stop.

Even today he could still feel her pulse linger in his hands.

“[Name].”

Beacrox called out. If only he knew that it was the first time in 22 years since anyone had called [name] by that name. 

He could see the mercenary stop in her tracks. Her arm lowered as she processed his voice and the name he called her.

“Orabeoni?”

She asked and Beacrox nodded. Yes, it’s him. It’s her orabeoni. 

[Name] slowly walked towards him. Her steps slow and staggering. Almost falling in his arms once she was close enough.

“It’s you. It’s really you. You’re alive.”

She cried in Beacrox's arms and for one he didn’t mind that his clothes were being tainted. He’ll take as much dirt as he needs as long as he can hug his sister in his arms.

Bathump. Bathump.

Instinctively his hand reached out to her wrist. The same wrist he held onto that night. But unlike that time, her pulse is loud and clear. Full of vitality.

Alive

“What’s taking you so long? I thought you were going to check out who was sneaking around your sister’s room?”

Ron’s voice echoed through the halls as he walked closer to where the siblings were.

“Dad’s alive? It was really Dad who blew up the first mercenary base?”

[Name] heard her brother hummed in affirmation. His chest vibrates against her cheek as they are still hugging each other.

Ron’s footsteps were silent but [name] could sense that he was close. Letting go of the hug, she stepped outside of her room to greet him.

They didn’t say anything. They don’t need to. 

For Ron will be able to recognize his daughter anywhere.

That’s why he didn’t say anything and just accepted his running daughter with open arms. Hugging her tightly, as if trying to make up for the two decades they have been apart.

“Dad I was so lonely. I was so scared.”

She confided in her dad. The veteran mercenary who’s the best in stealth and wields double daggers is gone. In the arms of her dad, she’s simply [Name] Molan. She’s just the daughter he loves. 

The daughter he thought he lost.

“It’s fine now. Everything is fine. You can tell your dad everything that happened.”

Ron stroked his daughter’s hair. His hands shaking ever so slightly.

Tears gathered in his eyes but only Beacrox noticed them. 

The chef said nothing about his father’s vulnerability. He stayed silent even when a lone tear managed to escape his father’s eyes.

His strong father. The same one who bulldozed through everything just to keep him alive. The same father who worked hard to train him while discreetly investigating the organization that attacked them. His father showed no weakness.

That same father of his has been overcome by emotion.

And Beacrox can’t say anything about it for he was the same.

[lovecherishmm]

Age regression of Ron Molran.... Gone Wrong

It was supposed to be easy. Mob just needs to cast random spells and hinder the Silver Shield hero's party, staying true to his liege's order. He, as a mere butthole to his squad, the only thing he's good at doing is messing things up, which is precisely his line of work. His colleagues cheered him up and said having the exact opposite of Mida's touch is a form of 'Mida's touch' in itself, he's the expert in causing trouble to the hero's party. Incessant inconveniences. A persistent fly. That's why his liege views him in a bright light. Quite sad, but the pay is hefty so he held it in.

Usually, it works in their favour. Triggering a landslide or causing unintentional flooding because he chanted random magic spells was great so long he did it at the right place. It endangers the civilians, and heroes always save the civilians.

His favourite hero is Choi Han-nim, by the way, he even succeeds in securing an exclusive signature. Mob is not sure if he has to be happy Choi Han-nim regards him as a civilian and a fan, instead of someone from White Star's party. Maybe he looks too unassuming for a bad guy, maybe he looks too stupid.

So when Mob raises his hands, not knowing what spell he casting, the hero's party does not bat an eye in his direction. He's standing on their side after all, behind him was a bunch of cute children he'd promise to buy a cake if they stayed still. His mana glowed in a soft ambience of muddy green, the ugly version of healing magic the healers are busy casting to the injured. Choi Han-nim briefly glanced at him, he parried every attack of Mister Sayeru with ease, offering a proud smile along the way. His favourite hero recognize him, Mob feels bad.

The spell took the form of a shield, expanded wide enough to cover him and the cute children, perfect displays of defence magic. He waited for something else, something wrong, his constitution was such that whatever spells he cast, the intended result would diverted.

Nothing happened for a moment. A beat or two. Everyone in the surroundings is occupied with their own opponents. Bom, his sibling in crime, strike his shield in a convincing pretence. They work together for so long that they repeatedly almost kill each other on a regular basis.

"Did it work?" Bom asked after the third beat. "Or was it a proper spell this time?"

Mob shook his head, he had no idea. "Pretend to lose now, I need to see if it was aimed magic and struck someone already."

Bom relented, "Damn. Someone better not end up dead on our side."

Mob delivered a strong punch, sending Bom to crash into a building, probably knocking him out.

"Let's head to somewhere safe."

He gave two silver coins to the children and let the healer in charge know to treat them to some cakes once things got settled. The children cheered, their laughter brought hope. Mob knows hope was the best deceit.

It wasn't until he reached the blind spot of the battle, observing everyone and everything to see where his spell had landed, that he saw it.

He could see the Silver Shield hero screaming 'Ron!', face paled and horrified, it was the name of his trusted butler. The old guy was coughing up blood, soaked in cold sweat and staggering. He spams and seizes, his body seems to crumple on itself, the process grotesque and painfully slow.

The grey hair turned dark brown, lush and silk. The wrinkles disappeared, muscle firmed and apparent even from the place Mob sat dumbly on.

"Why...," he's completely taken aback, "Why does he look so handsome?"

The butler seemed to de-aged, not into a child, but into the age of his prime.

Usually, his ability works in the White Star's favour. But like this, he knew he just boosted the butler back into his youth. He just strengthened another threat, he messed up things in the wrong direction.

"Ah sheesh." At least he didn't mistakenly killed his fellow again, so he could count that as a win.

"The muscle.... Damn. He got better muscle than Choi Han-nim."

If the Silver Shield hero himself got flummoxed into oblivion, it shows how mind-blowing the whole thing was. The thick eyebrows, sharp eyes and sculpted nose. Muscle built from countless battles made its appearance beneath his bloodied uniform, the butler... Ron... Was too handsome to be a mere butler.

In someone's head, a certain baby dragon shout in awe.

– Lemonade Gramps! Human, Lemonade Gramps looks so fine!!!

[slackerlifewhere]

random thought #2

About Arm (don't take this post seriously)

[Mild SPOILER??? Can this be considered a spoiler? I'll just put this here to be sure. I guess I should also warn you that this post is stupid.]

Another random thought I had today that no one probably cares about but I find it funny anyways so here I go:

Without any context, the name "Arm" is absolutely confusing and hilarious.

Like if Cale is a normal person who has a bad sense of humor (like me) and saw Ron lose an arm, he'll probably be like, "They must really like arms, huh? Get it? Because their name is 'Arm'?" And Ron would proceed to give him different kinds of lemon treats, food, and drink for a month just for revenge.

But putting my bad sense of humor aside, I don't know why they thought of naming a secret organization "Arm" and think it's going to be intimidating. Like I know Cale is also bad at naming things (aside from Raon, that name is beautiful) but wtf White Star? I know you're old but at least give your organization a better name. It's like they just want to use different parts of the body as their name because they don't have creativity.

I guess he does have a point for uniqueness because I doubt anyone made an organization and called it Leg or Foot or Head so he's the first one to do it! Good for him.

It also says a lot about how utterly bored he is with his immortality if he doesn't even care about the bad name (unless he actually likes the name).

When I first read the novel, I couldn't take the name too seriously. I saw it and immediately laughed. And when Cale used it for his "Real Arm" agenda, I almost died because it's so funny without any context because one of Ron's arm is fake.

But remember, the author also has a bad sense of humor for using the name "Bob" several times in the story so I think I can get away with this.

I suck, I know.

I'm sorry. Please ignore this post. This is just me sharing a post nobody should see but I did it anyway. Good day! I hope I didn't ruin your day with this stupid post.

[justtt-a-hooman]

I just realised that Cale has a lot of nicknames😂

And Imma list some of them nicknames:D

1. Crazy bastard

2. Stupid bastard

3. Unlucky bastard

4. Unlucky human

5. Stupid human

6. Weak human

7. Human

8. Young master

9. Young master of the silver shield

10. Good crazy bastard

I thinkkkk this is enough:D I am pretty sure these are the nicknames that are mentioned very oftennnn and you probably know who said them😁👍

[fireofdestruction23]

I’m reading Book 2, chapter 90, “Why are you there? (5)

And I’m just loving how pampered Cale is by the others. He’s so cute!🥰

Cale is looking for a place to sit. Toonka approached him and after hearing Cale’s reason, he breaks a bolder for Cale to sit! Cale is baffled because now the bolder is too sharp to sit, Sui Khan/LSH appears and cuts the sharp bolder like is tofu and now is perfect for Cale to sit. Then, Beacrox places 3 handkerchiefs on the boulder for Cale to sit, Cale grumbles but sits anyway. Then, Ron places a warm blanket over Cales shoulders so he doesn’t get cold. Choi Han stands behind him like a guard knight and Raon is happily sharing his thoughts with Cale! I love how much they fuss over him! He’s so baby girl coded! Meanwhile the Martial Artists are all scared out of their minds because Cale had recently used the Dominating Aura on them! And are looking at Cale who’s sitting comfortably like they might die at any moment if they offend Cale in any way!!🤣

[violetn1ght]

this is so emotional omg

both have gone through so much, I'm actually teary eyed rn

[wingedcreatorhlebushka]

Happy Valentine's Day! 💕

I won't be able to translate everything this time, maybe a little later.