Chapter 26: You (1)
Translator: miraclerifle
Editor: Borderline Masochist
And not just three average beings. One was a dumb dragon, another was a crazy priestess who wants to be excommunicated, and the third was a punk from Marquis Stan’s family.
“Sigh.”
Cale could not help but sigh. He dropped his head before lifting it back up again. Once he did, he could see that it had become much quieter. Cale thought the silence was odd, and looked toward Hans.
Hans smiled awkwardly, before stealthily gesturing toward the driver, Tom, and Taylor, who was looking out of the carriage window.
Taylor had a bitter smile on his face as he started to speak.
“If it is inconvenient for your party, we will leave.”
The eldest son of the Marquis family, and the son who was pushed out of the family. After his legs became paralyzed, Taylor’s life turned 180 degrees overnight, from one of luxury and power, to one where his family gave him just the minimal amount of support needed to survive.
Those nobles, who knew that anyone other than the successor to the Marquis title in the Stan family would die immediately, started to avoid Taylor, finding him to be an annoyance. They even purposefully ignored him in front of Venion or the other siblings to try to curry their favor as well. The current Taylor’s situation was even worse than that of a bastard son of a baron’s family.
Taylor knew about Cale, the trash of the Henituse family. A luxurious golden turtle as their symbol, as well as being a handsome young man with red hair. There was no one other than Cale who fit that description. Even someone like Count Henituse, who did not join a faction, could find it uncomfortable to associate with someone like him. They were all like that after his body became paralyzed.
Taylor had remembered the reality of the situation after hearing Cale’s sigh. But at that moment.
“Why would you leave?”
Cale walked toward Taylor’s carriage with a stoic expression on his face.
“This isn’t my property. I wouldn’t do something so childish when we are both fellow travelers.”
Cale and Taylor made eye contact with each other. Cale then quickly peeked inside Taylor’s carriage.
‘She is there.’
The crazy priestess, Cage, was observing him from inside the carriage. Cale had read about how her curses were really scary. Some people even said her curses were at the level of a necromancer, the cursed profession.
Cale turned his gaze away from Cage and reached his hand out.
“I am Cale Henituse of the Henituse family.”
Taylor gazed at the hand reaching out to him from outside the carriage. He then looked back at Cale’s stoic expression.
Click.
Taylor opened the carriage door. Proper etiquette indicated that he should step out of the carriage to return the greeting.
“It is difficult for me to step out because of my legs.”
“I am aware.”
Taylor looked once more toward Cale, who did not seem to care about the proper etiquette, and shook his hand. It was just a short handshake.
“Nice to meet you, young master Cale.”
‘Not at all.’
Cale was not happy about this meeting at all. He quickly tried to turn around because he did not want to be introduced to Cage. Unfortunately, Taylor was an extremely respectful person.
“This is my companion, priestess Cage-nim. She is a follower of the God of Eternal Rest.”nove(l)bi(n.)com
Eternal rest. This was a term for death. Cale held back another sigh, and looked toward Cage. Cage gracefully greeted him like a proper priestess.
“Nice to meet you, young master Cale. My name is Cage. May the peace of the night always be with you.”
‘Peace of the night.’ That was the general greeting those who served the God of Death gave to the public.
‘Peace of the night my ass.’
Forget peace of the night, Cale felt like he wouldn't be able to even sleep properly tonight. He felt like he was drinking lemonade as he looked toward Cage, who was gently smiling.
‘She’s acting all nice and innocent, even though she finds that to be so annoying. That is the number one reason she wants to be excommunicated.’
She really was good at acting. Cale smiled at Cage, who still had a very stereotypical smile of a priestess on her face, and confidently replied.
“I do not believe in a god.”
Cage’s gaze became curious. Her gaze seemed to be asking what kind of crazy thing Cale was saying to a priestess, but Cale welcomed it. Cale just wanted her to keep thinking that he was a trash.
“You are an interesting person.”
“I guess I am a bit interesting.”
Cale just casually responded to her statement and looked around the carriage. It was extremely shabby for the eldest son of a Marquis. Just one knight, a subordinate, who also served as the driver, and the two of them, Cage and Taylor.
‘I’m sure he’s out of money as well.’
Taylor probably spent a lot of money putting magic tools around the Puzzle City residence.
Since he was not getting much help from the Marquis, he wouldn’t really have any emergency funds to use. Taylor was probably doing everything he could to reduce his expenses.
Taylor closed his eyes to hold back the shame while watching Cale look through his carriage. Cale did not put much meaning behind it, and started to think.
‘They are probably heading to the capital because of my message.’
It was obvious where they were heading. It was to the capital, to meet the crown prince.
“Hans.”
“Yes, young master.”
Cale vaguely gave an order to the approaching Hans.
“Help them out.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Set up a separate meal for them and set up a campsite next to our as well.”
He didn’t want to eat with them, or even share the same campsite.
“And don’t look for me. You take care of everything.”
He didn’t want to create a situation for them to come into contact with one another. Of course, he felt like things would not go as he wanted.
“Yes, sir. I will serve them like I am serving you, young master.”
“Whatever. Go bring me some alcohol.”
‘Why did he suddenly become so passionate?’
Cale just stared at the suddenly passionate Hans, and slightly bowed toward Taylor as he said goodbye.
“Then I will be on my way, young master Taylor.”
“Thank you for your benevolence, young master Cale.”
“It was nothing.”
“... Once again?”
Cale nodded his head and responded.
“We have someone in our party who delivers food for us.”
“...Who is it?”
Cale snorted before responding.
“He is surprisingly shy so you will not be able to see him.”
Cale saw the leaves on a tree not far from the campsite moving up and down and shook his head. Cale shaking his head made both Taylor and Cage turn red from embarrassment.
“Ahem, I, I see. It seems we had the wrong idea.”
“It’s not your fault. Beacrox is an excellent cook, so please have some steak before you go.”
Beacrox stopped caressing the boar and looked up at Cale. Cale could not look at Beacrox because of what Taylor said next.
“Young master Cale, I heard that you are heading for the capital. If it is okay with you, may we follow behind you?”
‘I knew it would be like this.’
It was as Cale had expected.
“Please feel free to do whatever is best for you.”
There was no way they would find out that he had written the letter just from them traveling with him. If it was going to be like this anyways, he might as well take care of them until the capital and have them owe him a debt.
These two could be very useful in the future if he used them properly.
“Thank you. We will be under your care until we get close to the capital.”
Cale started to smile a bit at Taylor’s words.
‘At least he’s not completely unreasonable.’
Close to the capital. Taylor was only asking for help until a location that would not make things difficult for Cale or Count Henituse in dealing with Venion or Marquis Stan for associating with the disabled Taylor. There would be all sorts of complications if they went into the capital together.
“We will determine that later on.”
Naturally, Cale had a different opinion. There were still many items in the magic box waiting to be used by Cale.
“Of course. Please feel free to let us know whenever is most convenient for you, young master.”
“Sure.”
Taylor and Cage looked toward the casually responding Cale with curiosity. However, Cale avoided their gaze and started to speak to Hans.
“Bring my meal to the carriage.”
“Yes, sir.”
Cale headed back to the carriage. At that moment, someone called out to him.
“Young master Cale.”
It was Cage. She seemed to have a headache, as she started to frown and walk over toward Cale. Cale had a bitter taste in his mouth while watching Cage approach him.
“What can I do for you, priestess-nim?”
“Do you really not believe in any god?”
‘Now what the heck does she want?’
“Yes, none of them.”
“... I understand.”
Cale quickly headed to the carriage after hearing Cage’s response. Taylor approached her as she watched Cale walk away.
“What’s going on?”
Cage rarely engaged with people other than people from the temple or her close friends. That was why it was really odd for Taylor to see Cage frowning and reaching out to Cale. She shook her head and responded with a very bitter expression.
“It’s odd.”
“What is?”
“Well, it’s like.”
Cage touched the back of her head.
“I have this bitter feeling that the God of Death is caressing the back of my head with a sympathetic expression.”
“...What kind of feeling is that? Did you not sleep properly?”
“Maybe.”
Cage continued to feel that way every time she looked at Cale. The only time she felt this way in the past was when the temple had forced her to do a lot of manual labor in order to build a new temple. She had felt this same feeling when she plopped down from exhaustion and the God of Death was looking down at her with concern.
‘There’s no way young master Cale will order us around like that damn temple.’
Cage decided Taylor was right about her not sleeping properly, and tried to shake the feeling away.
That was how Cale’s crew grew bigger and they continued toward the capital with no other issues.
Every time Cale got tired of sitting down and stepped out of the carriage, Taylor’s group continued to look toward him, but they did not have any conversations.
They continued to travel like that until they were at an inn about one day’s worth of travelling away from the capital.
“Young master Cale, you like alcohol, right?”
Taylor and Cage came to look for Cale.
“What can I do for you?”
Cale wanted to know why they came to visit him so late at night, but his expression was not that odd. Taylor smiled at Cale’s demeanor.
“Cale Henituse, the trash who cannot go a day without alcohol.”
When Taylor was still the potential successor to the Marquis, he had received all of the information about the nobles as well. Cale’s information was so unique that there was no way he could forget it.
“But I don’t think that is all.”
However, Cale was very different compared to the information.
He stayed in the carriage all day so that they would feel at peace, and had the generosity to give them the best treatment possible. His subordinates also trusted and followed him.
Most importantly, he treated the two of them like normal people.
“You are different from the rumors.”
They were now right in front of the capital. Taylor and Cage would need to move stealthily starting early the next morning. Of course, they will have to confidently walk in when they walk into the royal palace.
But there were many things they were prepared to research before that happened. However, they had made up their mind to move differently than their original plan.
They had been watching Cale Henituse for over a week. This person was now on Taylor and Cage’s mind.
“Young master Cale. It should be okay to share a drink with us before we leave, right?”