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“Your name will be Callen.”

When he first wakes up, he notices a child with bright golden hair and blue eyes staring at him. Their faces were inches apart, and he was smiling softly. The morning dew and the fresh scent of air filled the air, as well as the bright light that shone upon the beautiful boy in front of him.

"Good day, Brother..."

Unintentionally, his neck flinches. 

So alive... So alive...

Until he realized his body wasn't moving as he desired. What??? What happened to me?

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" 

The gold-haired boy, who liked him because he looked like gold, approached him and slowly reached out. The boy embraced him, his palm on the back of his head and his small arms on his back. He was careful in carrying him, despite having weak, childish strength. 

"Do you want milk?"

The boy inquired, reaching for the bottle of milk. He appeared to be ten years older than he was. His tiny, tiny fist resisted the urge to move and ended up lightly striking the boy's cheeks. 

"Hungry? My baby brother is so adorable!... Sorry, sorry. Hyung-nim will feed you right now." 

He was given a bottle of milk to drink. His mind was still jumbled, but he drank it anyway because he couldn't faint. 

He reincarnated, did he not? Reborn?

Or did he steal a child's body?

This was strange for an elderly man like him who was enjoying his day off. 

But this boy is quite attractive.

He has the appearance of money. 

"It is time for your classes, Your Highness."

"I'll just finish feeding Callen," the boy said to the nanny.

Callen? 

The boy gave him another look. He made him burp before gently placing him back in the crib. "Hyung-nim will be in class; let's play later, baby brother." A small kiss was planted on his brow.

His fist went instinctively to his mouth. He did not, however, expect a stern-looking man to enter the room and strike the boy as he lay on the floor. The boy flinched, but he didn’t say anything. 

"Your classes are important, Your Highness, and do you think this poor excuse for looking after your brother is adequate?"

“I am sorry, teacher."

Kim Rok Soo was furious about this. He trashed his crib and tapped the wooden one. His childish wiggle was also alarming. 

Several hits followed that slap. He taps the crib but—

Ouch, that hurts...

He began crying. The instructor who was beating the boy stopped and looked at him. 

"Another disgusting creature; His Majesty has stooped so low by bedding commoners and slaves.

When that man approached, he stated, "You should also be disciplined."

His eyes open wider. This fool is going to hit a child! A newborn, at that?! He is an absolute beast! Not a single human being!

However, he was obscured by something as the hits continued to resound. 

“It’s alright… it’s alright… don’t cry… don’t cry…” 

The boy, who was kneeling on the ground, rushed to him and protected him from the blow. “Don’t cry… brother will protect you… I will protect you… please don’t cry…”

Kim Rok Soo paused and looked at the boy, tears in his eyes. 

The young boy smiled at him before patting his head.

"That is a good boy. Yes, Callen... do not cry... let big brother deal with everything."

The older boy smiled at him, apologizing and admitting his powerlessness. 

Kim Rok Soo had stopped crying and reached out by that point. His small baby hand touched his brother's cheeks. The boy bit his lips and surrendered to his touch. 

"Big Brother will come back; be good."

He closed his eyes the moment he felt the soft touch of the boy’s lips on his forehead. The anger inside him subsided and his emotions were soothed. The boy looked at him and patted his cheeks. 

Roksu was just watching the boy being dragged by the teacher.   

He had no choice but to stare up at the ceiling. It felt really good. It was the life he desired, but he could not get over what happened the day before. His instincts are also coming into play. He requested to be fed, but the nanny refused. She would, but she was not holding them, so he needed to move his head to eat, but he couldn't!

He would beg them because he had no power. 

They, on the other hand, had no intention of being friendly to him. 

They are ignoring his existence. 

"Why do I have to look after a slave's child?"

"Even if he is descended from slaves, he is still his Majesty's child..."

"The King Rowoon should cut that part out; I don't want to look after a lowborn!"

Well, I don't want you to look after me as well. But did she say Rowoon?

"He and the First Pince Alver were destined to be together... They're both of lowly blood!"

Alver.

Alver…

Where on earth did I read or hear that name?

*gasps!* The door opened at the same time as the stressed-out boy who had left him this morning.

“Leave…”

The gossiping servants eventually left. The boy approached the crib and cradled him in his arms. 

"Are you all right? Did they feed you well?" the boy inquired. 

Kim Rok Soo noticed the bruises on his neck. His arms trembled, but he cradled him protectively in his arms. 

"Big Brother will soon change everything in this place. Please survive regardless of what happens."

The young boy's tears moved him deeply. 

"I'm so sorry... Big Brother can't still protect you... A little longer... okay... I'll give you everything you want... so... don't leave me alright... just a little longer... Big Brother will do everything to protect you... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... big brother loves you so much."

Kim Rok Soo paid attention to the boy's cries. 

Thankfully, he reached out his arms and gently tapped his cheeks. 

"Are you trying to lift my spirits?" 

The boy's hand brushed against his nose. He can not help sneezing. However, in exchange for that silly action, this young boy smiled brightly. 

He was placed on the enormous bed and watched his brother change clothes. 

In the bright moonlight, he sees a lovely dark-skinned man with chocolate eyes. 

He continued to stare at him, drooling over the sight. 

He is got abs. 

Damn you, Kim Rok Soo! That’s a kid! 

In his world, he would face a prison sentence for child abuse. 

"Callen-ah..." Alver grabbed a bottle of milk and fed him while he slept next to him. “My Baby Callie.”

Callen. That’s his name. 

He had a feeling he would be fine as long as he stayed by this person's side. 

Alver Crossman. 

On his day off, he read a novel about one of the protagonists. 

One of them is his current older brother.

TBC

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Kim Rok Soo woke up in the dead of night. He is both uncomfortable and hungry. He whimpered a little when he felt the childish palm patting his chest gently.

"Just in time," the boy said, rising from his bed and taking the milk from the side table. He was cradled in his arms again and gently rocked while being fed. He kept staring at the boy with dark hair and dark eyes. When he grows up, he will undoubtedly be a lady killer due to his black beauty.

"What are you looking at? Is Hyung-nim handsome?"

Kim Rok Soo, who is unaffected by human emotions, smiled. Who would not? He has a cute smile, so he can not help but smile in return.

The boy appeared taken aback at first but then smiled again.

"My baby brother has a very lovely smile."

After he finished his meal, the boy made him lean on his shoulder and burp. Kim Rok Soo rested his chin against his shoulder. After that, he was placed back in the center of the bed, and the boy sat beside him, palm over the chest.

Well, he couldn’t sleep.

His baby instinct kicked in, and he started playing with the boys' fingers. He was simply grasping his fingers with his mittens or tapping the back of his hand. The children's giggles echoed.

The boy's hand continued to move, held in place by his tiny fingers.

"I hope you grow up safely..."

Kim Rok Soo intended to; he wants to live, and that’s all that matters.

Of course, the days pass with Kim Rok Soo sleeping, eating, and staring at the ceiling. His older brother would come whenever he was free or take him out for sunlight every morning.

He enjoys his idyllic existence.

Until one afternoon, that is.

Maybe I can turn a little more now that my back is itching.

He can now lift his head, so it's not impossible.

He was struggling to kick the mattress to his side.

What the hell happened? This is so tiring!

He had no idea he would be tried simply for turning to the side.

The bliss of his back touching the cool air, on the other hand, made it all worthwhile. He remained dazed until the door opened.

"I am back, baby brother."

Alver entered the room first, followed by another boy with golden hair. The boy rushed to his side of the bed and exclaimed, "Baby Brother!"

Kim Rok Soo wiggled a little before collapsing to his front. Alver grabbed him and gently placed him on his front, moving his arm to the open space. When he turned around, his older brother greeted him with a smile.

"Good! Baby Brother completed his first flip!"

Kim Rok Soo laughed along with the proud laughter and praise of the time.

The stoic baby just burst out laughing, while his older brother made some stupid faces. When he whimpered lightly, Alver slowly turned him to his side and laid him down on his back. It was incredibly exhausting.

"Hyung-nim, is this the lady's child?"

“Yes…”

"Hello... I am your second brother... it is nice to see you after such a long time," said the other boy.

"You've been quite busy..."

"Has Father visited him yet?"

"No..." Alver expressed concern.

Kim Rok Soo did not even want to meet his father.

"Are you still going to take care of him? You know it is the court lady's responsibility to raise him. I was surprised when you said you are going to raise him despite your situation."

Alver smiled as he caressed Kim Rok Soo's cheek.

"How can I, when he is so lovely...?"

"But, like us, he will strive for the throne."

Oh. don’t worry about that. I don’t even want it.

"Once he understands, he will undoubtedly want it."

Kim Rok Soo understood what the second prince was saying. It's natural for a newborn to desire a position where no one will look down on him.

He noticed Alver's expression, which explains why Kim Rok Soo must be dramatic. I don’t want it even if you give it to me!

"You will have to kill him, abandon him, or worse, cast him out and use him as a slave."

Crocodile tears streamed from his eyes. It is as if he both understood and did not.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Alver cradled him in his arms, making a nose-to-nose gesture.

"Sorry... we are talking nonsense; even if you do not understand, your instincts are telling you something, right? Do not worry, Big Brother will not do it... Even if we break up soon, I hope you understand how much I love all of my brothers..."

They will come to a point where they must be hostile to each other, but Alver chooses to enjoy the moment.

They were, after all, identical.

Lowborn, abandoned, and overlooked.

The only thing holding them together until he matures.

Kim Rok Soo extends his tiny hands and begins tapping his brother on the cheeks.

Don't worry. I'm not interested. I need you to put an end to the war and give me money when I'm older. I’ll live my slacker life!

It was late at night, and they had completed their daily rituals. The only difference is that Kim Rok Soo is now on his front, watching his elder brother change his clothes. His fingers were in his mouth while he sucked.

"You like to flip now huh…" Alver slowly turned him and patted his front. “Aren’t you tired?”

Of course, he’s tired.

Kim Rok Soo wiggled his foot slightly until it moved left and right.

His older brother continued to monitor his movements as he lay down on the bed.

However, Alver did not lie completely on the bed. Instead, he grabbed him and covered him with the blanket before standing up and opening the closet. 

He was not sure why Alver did this.

“Don’t cry… don’t make a sound, alright…”

He was placed inside one of the box's compartments. Alver covered the lid. There was a small hole in it, which made breathing easy.

"Big brother will return... remain silent, okay...Big brother will protect you."

Kim Rok Soo realized they were under attack.

That was the first time he saw Alver with that expression before he grabbed his sword and walked out of the closet.

His heart was pounding against his chest. He whimpered a little but kept his voice down.

He realized that this place was not safe either, but Alver made him feel secure.

He understood that he was a child who needed to be protected.

He was powerless. He was weak.

Despite this, another vulnerable child took him in and protected him at all costs. He is making sure he is safe, even if his safety is at stake. 

There is no mention of the possessed Seventh Prince in the novel. However, the glib prince, who stood alone inside the palace bracing himself, was desperately attempting to protect him.

Kim Rok Soo squirms in the box, his heart racing at what he sees through the doors, which slam shut as soon as they enter.

He can hear them approaching. He hears them approaching from behind him.

"Kill the Seventh Prince; the First Prince is still occupied... We cannot allow the royal blood of the fallen to survive..."

Kim Rok Soo pursed his lips and stayed motionless.

“Ransack the boxes!”

*dudumn!*

The walk-in closet was filled with the sounds of people ransacking and breaking things. It was so loud that it could scare any child, but he remained as silent as he could. If he makes a sound, they’ll find him and kill him. He bit his lips, his tiny hands curled into fists, and his baby instincts brought tears to his eyes. 

*clank!*

The box he was in slid open. His eyes widened as he stared at the assassin who looked him in the eye.

He is covered in blood. He appears to have killed many people in the palace.

The sight would cause him to pass out from fear.

Damn it! I haven't even sat or walked yet! Am I going to die?

"There you are..."

Even though he still had no teeth, he gritted his teeth. He was overwhelmed with emotion. He wants to cry but is unable to do so.

Alver instructed him to remain completely silent. He promised he would protect him!

"Hoho. For an infant, he has a lot of bravery... children should have been crying the moment loud noises filled this room."

The assassin raised his hand, a knife in his grip. The ominous gleam made him shiver. If only he were older. If only he could move more like a toddler. He was able to avoid some danger and survive. 

I’m finished.

He braced himself for pain. He was waiting for him to strike when he heard a loud thud.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Alver had him in his arms and was running furiously.

"Guh... guhh..." He couldn't say anything, but the relief he was feeling made him want to cry.

"Everything is fine... Big Brother has arrived..." He felt a soft kiss on his head.

Alver defended him with one hand on his chest and a sword in the other. The smell of burning wood permeated the air, and they soon found themselves inside a burning palace.

Despite its shabby appearance, this palace remains a good place to live, but it is being burned down.

"Look, there they are!"

Alver returned his gaze and flicked his sword to the side as he attacked first, in front of him. Kim Rok Soo simply grabbed his brother's clothes with both arms and buried his face in them, bracing for the impact.

The sound of slashing and sword clashing continued until he heard something spurt. He looked up and saw a ten-year-old child with a bloodied face. 

The boy looked down and patted his head. "You are safe…you are safe…" he whispered, kissing his head gently. "You are safe..."

Kim Rok Soo observed him as he drew the ragged curtain. That is when he and Alver jumped from the second floor, only to be caught in the bushes below.

"Guh... guh..." His whimpers raised concerns, but he was met with a huge bright smile.

"Big brother is fine. Let us get you out of here."

Why are you smiling?

Why do you look relieved?

You're hurt, but why aren’t you saying anything?

"Callen, baby Callie, I am glad you are okay..."

Kim Rok Soo then realized why the seventh prince was not mentioned in the novel. It was because he died. He is not sure when it happened, but this sweet-natured Alver turned into a jerk while keeping everyone away. Maybe because he had lost someone. Maybe he lost something important to him.

He was saved just in time because he did not cry, as most children do.

Alver's expression was peaceful and kind.

He was so relieved that tears flowed from his eyes.

Kim Rok Soo sobbed quietly while clutching his older brother's chest. He was crying and clutching his stained shirt.

The boy's reassuring words, "Everything will be alright... Baby Callie. Brother will protect you…," provided comfort.

He is part of this prince's backstory.

It was the first time that someone did not die for him.

Anyway, his chest appears firm and bulky, to the point where Kim Rok Soo falls asleep. 

TBC

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Alver and Cale escaped the castle and entered the woods. The main palace was much farther away, so they could at least hide before being apprehended. Men in black were chasing them. Alver must flee as quickly as he can and seek refuge whenever possible. Alver tied the blanket around his body and now uses it as a baby carrier. 

His left arm was bleeding, but it still held him protectively. Dragging his own broken body to save the child in his arms. 

Kim Roksu maintained silence. He simply holds his brother as tight as he can. Alver is tightly embracing him, attempting to console him with everything he has. 

"I am sorry," Alver said quietly. "I am sorry for bringing you with me; if I would given you to the inner courts, you might have been safe."

"Khuuuh... khuuuh." This means he would rather be with him than with women who could kill and ignore him. 

Alver gave a soft smile and patted his head. "You enjoy spending time with your brother."

*clack!* 

"They're here!" 

Alver stood up and ran away once more. He would kill the people who were attacking him, but the long-range enemy was still missing. They ran as fast as they could. 

Alver slipped and injured his ankle. He needed to find where the other dark elves were hiding. He ran even though his ankle hurt so badly. He discovered a cave and entered it. He entered the small gap and took a rest there. He ripped a piece of the blanket and wrapped it around his wounds. Alver kept his smile all over his face. Comforting Roksu, whose gaze never strayed from him. 

Just a bit further... They will arrive at the place where the dark elves hide. 

"Set fire to the two caves in this area!"

*pales* Alver looked at him and hugged him tightly when he heard this. Smoke began to fill the cave, but he remained motionless. He cast a protection spell, but it will not last long. If he moves, neither of them will survive. 

Kim Roksu could only stare at Alver, but he remained calm and silent even though he was supposed to cry.

He knew Alver was sorry for him, but all he could say to this person was a smile that said everything would be okay. 

He notices Alver's amused expression but continues to hold him close. His older brother smiled, but it was tinged with tears. 

He's not the glib jerk I should be wary of. 

Alver was still a child. A child with numerous responsibilities, and him among them. He is a vulnerable person who must be protected; however, the boy in front of him also requires protection. They are both children, but one prioritizes safety and the other prioritizes pain. 

Kim Roksu reached out his tiny arms and patted his cheek as if to wipe away tears. 

It happened when Alver kissed his small palms and the back of his hand, cupping them with his palms. 

The smoke began to fill the room. Because Kim Roksu's body was still weak, he had to rely on his brother. His little coughs would sell them out. The barrier was also slowly falling apart. He began coughing, and the smoke burned his lungs. Alver was covering his nose, but it was ineffective. 

His vision was hazy. 

His awareness was fading. 

Until he felt air blown into his mouth. Alver, the young man, was desperately performing CPR on him to keep him alive. Despite the smoke in his eyes, he can see Alver's tears. He can feel his hands trembling as he slowly pumps his chest. 

"Just a little bit more. Don't sleep."

Because he knew that if a child stopped breathing in this situation, his heart could fail. For the first time, Roksu loathe the fact of being a child. He had no one to hold on to before. He didn’t have someone to care for him for as long as he can remember. He was always alone, but this boy—this very person was trying to keep him alive with everything he had. 

Kim Roksu remained motionless, content to let his brother save him for as long as he could. He obediently holds his breath while taking in the air that his brother is blowing at him. 

The footsteps faded away gradually. Alver immediately stood up and walked outside, slipping past their adversary.

Kim Roksu took slow, deep breaths until he could feel his brother's warmth again. They ran and ran and ran. Kim Roksu, on the other hand, felt his consciousness fading and his breathing becoming ragged.

Until they ran over two people, an older man and a teenager who were both covered in blood. 

"Damn it," Alver grumbled, pointing his sword at them. 

The old man and the young man both looked at Alver but immediately relaxed their guard. 

Men in black eventually surrounded them, but the old man and the teenager flicked their hands and threw knives at their assailants. 

"Who are they?" asked the old man. 

“Assassins.”

The assassin was confronted by the white-haired man and the teenage boy.

"The child is unconscious."

The old man stated. Alver was already on his knees performing CPR on his younger brother. 

"Come on..." 

Alver was gently rubbing the child's back and pumping his chest. He'd blow air into his mouth and mutter for a few minutes. 

"Please... please... come on... Callen..."

The pleading voice was so loud that it echoed the childish cough. 

Kim Roksu's throat was burning. He was coughing lightly until his brother took him in the arm and rubbed his back. 

"Thank you... thank you... you're still alive..."

While holding on to him, his big brother's cry echoed. 

"Thank goodness you're still alive."

Kim Roksu, who had regained consciousness, closed his eyes and rested his head on his brother's shoulder. 

"Guuuu... khuuu..."

"Yes... yes... Hyung-nim is here... it's all right... it's all right..."

Kim Roksu simply sobbed in pain and anguish. 

**

Kim Roksu finds himself in another palace after that incident. However, it is much larger and more comfortable than the previous palace where they were. 

Not to mention the vicious old man and his son who serve as servants. Alver offered them work and later granted them citizenship. 

"My name is Ron... and this is my son, Vicross." 

After saving them, Alver took them under his wing as a thank you. 

The vicious assassin duo appeared to be ordinary. 

Anyway, they won't hurt a child, right?

Of course! Ron was constantly serving and pampering him. 

“My son would’ve been the same age if he had survived.”

Does he have another son?

Kim Roksu, whose plan had been to charm everyone, began to smile and act coquettishly around the old man. 

"Hoho, you're not afraid of me."

I’ve seen worse. 

When it comes to children, old men are vulnerable. He's hoping it'll work on Ron. 

Of course, in addition to Ron and Vicross, Dark Elves in disguise were hired. Alver made certain that the matter was resolved quickly, and it appears that he then stepped up as an heir. The shaggy tutor who came to see him was nowhere to be found, and the maids who starved him had all been fired. 

So Ron became his nanny because none of the Dark Elves have children and have no idea what child-rearing entails. 

At least he didn’t need to worry about his poop going somewhere because of clumsy hands. 

*yawns*

He starts rolling around as soon as he hears the door open. During this time, only Alver comes to see him. 

"Haaaah! Ghuu!" Come on over here, brother! I missed you! I'll do some fan service for you so I can see that golden plaque!

However, a woman dressed opulently entered the room. She appears to be a concubine. 

Alver looked at him, but he had a bitter smile on his face. 

“He’s here.”

The woman immediately picked him up. Kim Roksu cast a glance at Alver, who was smiling slightly. Are you kicking me out?!

Other female concubines were present as well. 

"We'll take him to the inner court; you should've done that first..."

He looked at Alver, who was waving at him when he heard that. 

No way. You’re leaving me?

He's given up on him after all this time. 

Even before they could pass through the door. Kim Roksu yelled loudly with an inconsolable cry. His cheeks were swollen with crocodile tears. 

You wuss! Bastard! I'm not going with them! Bastard! You're a shithead without a brain! Come on! Take this pitiful, cute baby brother back!

He cried until his face was covered in snot and tears. He was flailing his arms around in an attempt to reach Alver. 

What made you make this decision? You stupid jerk! You're the only one who can keep me out of the royal conflict! MORON! MORON! STUPID MORON!

Hearing his cries and the angry tones of the concubine. Alver reached out and snatched him back into his arms. 

Kim Roksu gradually relaxed and leaned on him. 

“Ghuuu… ghuuuhhh…”

The pitiful whimpers should have moved him. 

You filthy scumbag! Bring back my 24-carat tears!

"Khuuuug... ghuuhh... wahhh..."

"Shhh... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Were you scared?"

Ron, “It seems that his highness likes being with the First Prince…”

The concubines are all staring at Alver. Their greedy eyes revealed that they were attempting to kidnap him to groom him for the throne. 

"This has already been decided... We will ta—"

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”

Yeah! That’s right. Do your platinum award acting Kim Roksu!

A hand wiped his tears away and planted a soft kiss on his head. 

"As expected... I'll continue to look after him... I'll accept responsibility and speak with His Majesty."

The concubines all turned around. 

Alver looked at him, who was still shedding tears. 

“I thought it would be better… but it seems you like to be here with me…”

A soft smile crept into Alver’s face. 

And that smile was mirrored by another wonderful smile from the infant in his big brother's arms. 

And so. 

Five years have passed. 

“Hyunnie!” A black hair toddler is running around to welcome his newly arrived brother. 

“Hello, Baby Callie... Were you good?”

“Yesh!”

“I should award my baby Callie then!”

The lively laughter that shouldn’t be in the palace could only be heard in the Palace of Joy. 

Truly, the embodiment of Joy. 

TBC

EDITED: 03/27/2024

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Of course, those five years passed, and Callen grew into a brilliant baby boy. He crawled at eight months, sat at one year, and began to speak incoherently at two and a half. Learned how to read and write at four. Of course, it was enough to make his older brother die of cuteness, but one thing is certain —

Alver has yet to present him with a golden plaque. 

His stingy older brother is putting all his cute endeavors to shame with those sweets and snacks. He wants money, but well—he’s treated like the owner of the palace. Considering his age, he’s not yet on the good side of handling money well. 

I’m going to loot this place and leave when it’s time. 

Of course, without a proper destination, he has to ensure that his actions captivate everyone. He still needs to act like the adorable younger brother. 

He looked at the couch where Alver was taking a nap. His older brother really is handsome, but he likes his black beauty version the most. He yawned and decided to crawl into his brother’s arms and deposit himself safely before taking a nap. 

Yeah, Kim Rok Soo—Nah, Callen decided to follow his instincts. There’s nothing wrong with being cheeky and spoiled.

Alver is not so bad of a brother, but he’s keeping his other brothers at arms' distance. If he wants to continue leaving, he has to attach himself to this person.

He rubbed his cheeks on his chest until he felt a hand on his back and was moved to the other side of the couch where his back touched the backrest. His head rested on Alver’s arm, and a soft pat gently tapped his back. 

“Nap.”

“Not bwusy?”

“No… sleep…” 

Alver positioned him in a more comfortable space, although he was almost on the edge of the couch. This older brother sure gives him all the space. 

What a really good brother. 

He extends his arms and wraps them around Alver’s waist. He grinned. acting like a cutesy, adorable little brother.

“Hm?”

“So that Hyunnie won’t fall.” He giggled childishly and slowly dozed off, just inhaling his brother’s comforting scent. He got used to his scent to the point where it could lull him to sleep without any problems.

When he woke up, Alver was already gone. He groggily woke up and stared blankly at the space. It’s been three years since Alver participated in politics and had been handling affairs. It’s been three years since he finally lost all his weak side and became that glib bastard, but towards him, Alver never spoke to him like that. 

Alver would praise him and take care of him. He even assigned knights to him and carefully planned his life. 

However, Alver does not completely trust him. 

After all, he could be after the throne too. 

When Callen first came here, he just wanted to gain his trust and leave. There will be war some years later, but he has already changed the flow of The Birth of a Hero. Two people who were supposed to be at Henituse County are here by his side and serving him. The prince, who should be a distant and coldhearted glib person, was his doting and loving brother. 

That’s why Kim Rok Soo contemplated whether to just be honest or do some things that might actually be useful for Alver as a thank you for raising him well for all these years. 

He jumped off of the couch and wandered around. The Palace of Joy became beautiful in just a short span of five years. This became his home, so it’s kind of embarrassing to think he’ll leave this palace soon. 

He stared into the distance and waited for Alver to come home. 

And right on time, Alver came back. His face was handsome as usual, but his aura was quite stressed out. He ran to him and welcomed him until he was brought to his arms as they entered the palace. Callen did not expect to see someone with bright golden hair and blue eyes in front of him. 

Alver looked at him and placed him down, “Meet Father, Callen.”

He looked up and stared at the golden-haired man who never bothered visiting them even after the assassination incident five years ago. 

Callen moved to the back and hugged Alver’s leg while hiding himself from the man.

He could see Alver sigh with a soft smile as he patted the back of his head, “He’s father... come out and greet him."

But Callen, with a resolute tone, said not to make any relationship with that person, 

“Hyunnie is fwather…” 

Hearing that, Alver looked at the King and bowed his head. “I did not teach him properly.”

“No…” The cold, stern voice sounded a bit lost. “It’s normal for a child to think of you as his father. I’ll come to visit another day.”

Callen looked up and decided to hold Alver’s hand. At times like this, he needs to act like an idiot brother. Alver looked at him sadly and lifted him back into his arms as they bid the golden-haired man goodbye. 

They entered their palace. The eerie silence was chilly and annoying.”

“Did Callie mwake mistawke?”

Alver looked at him but smiled, “no… no… I’ll teach you slow and nice… But Hyunnie is not Baby Callie’s father… I am big brother…”

Kim Rok Soo was aware of the impact his words had made. He carefully wrapped his arms around his brother and kissed his cheeks. 

“Hyunnie is Hyunnie! Callie’s fwamily!”

“Yes, baby… we’re family…” A long-suffering sigh escaped from Alver’s lips. 

“And... if he really was the father, why would he come now?”

Alver could feel the coldness from his brother’s words. His hand also stopped patting him as he gazed at Callen’s side. He was aware that Callen grew up with him and Ron as father figures. He knew that Callen knows who that person is but decided to remain silent. 

“Where was he when Hyunnie and I needed him most?”

Those words rang painfully awful, even for Alver, who wanted a father’s affection. Callen’s voice sounded cruel and reassuring to the point where Alver smiled bitterly as he held him close to him. 

“But baby, you need to accept it... because Hyunnie can’t still protect you...” It was his most earnest wish. 

Callen frowned and said, “no… Hyunnie is enough… Callie only needs Hyunnie. I don’t want anyone else.”

Kim Rok Soo was aware that he was saying the most childish and selfish thing right now, but considering their situation and how that person came only when he was older or when Alver was making his name. It’s the same as being neglected, and their worth comes after they have worked hard for it. 

It’s the kind of shittiest people that he hated the most. 

“Baby...” Alver called out to him once again, “You understand and know that you and Hyunnie do not belong here, right?”

Compared to Callen, Alver has his mother, who helped him keep his real identity, but the baby boy was already known to be the black-haired prince unfavoured by the gods. Callen is seen as a curse, but to Alver, he was a blessing. 

(oh, how wrong the kingdom was!)

“Idiot Hyunnie.” The childish voice echoed as if the boy was reprimanding the older man, “Hyunnie was meant to be here… Hyunnie was meant to be with Callie… Hyunnie deserves everything that’s why Hyunnie is idiot… moron… stupid…”

“Wow… where did you learn all those words?”

“Shush! Hyunnie is meant to be here... so Hyunnie didn’t need to think hard. Just smile for Callie!”

Another cute laugh echoed inside the palace. 

The eldest prince was carrying a toddler in his arms while the toddler had his legs and arms wrapped around his older brother while swaying them. 

The child has a huge grin on his face while saying the most nonsensical things in the world. 

However… 

Callen — nahhh, Kim Rok Soo didn’t expect to see a shy bastard-like king offering him sweets one afternoon when he was reading a book in the garden.

Of course, he knew what to call him; “it’s Mr. Woof!”

He does look like a golden retriever. The king, that is. 

“Pfft! Hahahahahhahahaha!” the brown-haired man accompanying the King laughed out loud. He had the golden turtle emblem on his clothes, so it was easy to identify who he was. 

The leader of the neutral Northeast. One of the four guardian households of the Rowoon Kingdom. 

Deruth Henituse. 

“I didn’t think the famous cursed prince was such a bright child...” Deruth looked at him and bowed, “I am Deruth Henituse. May I know the youngest prince's name?”

Now that he remembers, there are ancient powers existing in the northeast. Callen smiled brightly and finally formulated the plan as he happily replied, “I’m Callie! Hyunnie’s baby!”

The count, who was surprised by how the child introduced himself smiled. 

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Deruth looked at the boy and thought that it was unusual to have someone like this in the kingdom. 

A prince who looked like the happiest kid alive. A prince who introduced himself as a person and not as a prince. A prince who introduced himself as he drew the line between his existence and royalty. 

Deruth was a good judge of character, and he knew that, under this childish guise, a brilliant yet shrewd child was waiting. 

He resembled the First Prince so much that their hair and eye color differed, but there was one thing that he noticed. 

reddish-brown eyes. eyes that belonged only to the Thames Household 

He secretly looked at the king. 

He heard rumors that the child was the child of fallen royalty. 

“For a bright young child, your eyes are very beautiful. From whom did you inherit your looks?”

It was a calculated error, but the Thames Household had one advantage over the other nobles. 

“They said I looked like Hyunnie! But my hair and eyes belong to my mother!”

It’s intellect. 

“Seventh Prince…” 

Everyone watching was surprised that a child answered the count like nothing. Deruth heard rumors that when the Seventh Prince learned how to read and write, he always found himself reading books and even spent his days around the First Prince, the library, or outside the palace of joy with his books. 

“Does the Seventh Prince want to become a scholar?”

“No…” 

Deruth looked at him and wondered.

“Then what would the prince like to be?”

“A swacker!” 

“W, what?”

“A… sw… sluu… slacker!”

It was then, a red-haired boy came in with another brown-haired boy. 

“Father… It’s time to leave.” The red-haired boy said and looked at Callen. 

“Cale, this is the Seventh Prince. Introduce yourself.”

The redhead slightly bowed and said, “I am Cale Henituse, it’s a pleasure to meet his Highness the Seventh Prince.”

“Pwetty!”

Damn childish instincts!!!!! But Cale Henituse is good-looking!!!!

“Um…” The redhead embarrassedly said while handing a white handkerchief. “You’re… um… Drooling Your HIghness…”

Callen wiped his drool with the back of his hand and said, “sowwy.”

The redhead boy appeared to be ill-tempered, but looking at him now, he's about the size of a ten-year-old child. 

“Oraboeni is shoo pwetty!”

The King, who had come to chid his own son, frowned. Deruth grinned from ear to ear, relieved that Cale's suspected blood relative is close to him if a little annoying. 

Of course, there's the enraged older brother who barged into the fray and grabbed his drooling younger sibling. 

“Hyunnie! Haha!”

Kim Rok Soo gave a meaningful smile and embraced his newly arrived elder brother. 

“Greeting to the first prince.” The Henituses all bowed and looked at Alver. 

“So, what is my baby doing?”

“Looking at pwetty oraboeni!” 

Aigoo, this older brother is a snob. 

“But Hyunnie is handsowme!”

Alver looked at Cale Henituse, who grinned mischievously after hearing what Callen had said. 

“What’s your name?”

“This pretty Orabeoni’s name is Cale Henituse, Your Highness.”

When the First Prince and the Henituse kid's gazes meet, I swear there are sparks everywhere.  

Deruth smiled and said, “Does Cale want to play with his highness?”

“Can I?”

Alver asked, "Why would he play with me?”

"Not you, your highness, it’s the Seventh Highness.”

Alver’s expression couldn’t be described anymore. 

“Hyunnie...” Alver’s expression went from sour to cherry as he looked at his younger brother. Callen said, “Can I pway with... with pwetty-beoni?”

And who the fuck is the First Prince in the face of his adored younger sibling? 

“Alright.”

He’s useless. 

That’s what Deruth and Zed Crossman thought. 

He’s so useless against his little brother’s adorableness.

TBC

Fluff will follow in the next few chapters. 

Chapter Text

"Ron."

"Yes, your highness?"

"Am I no longer that attractive?"

That question caught Ron off guard. He looked at the first prince, who was staring at himself in the mirror. He was inspecting his very bright and shiny appearance. 

"What made you think that, Your Highness?"

"My Baby has grown bored with his Hyunnie." 

"I… see." 

Alver looked at the old man who offered him some lemon tea. He looked at it as if it were an enemy, but drank it anyway.

"It is normal for children to have playmates who are not their siblings." 

Alver looked at Ron and asked, "Normal?" 

"Yes," Ron replied confidently, "the Young Prince is at the age of discovery and forming relationships with others."

"Relationship?" Alver scowled. 

"Ahem," Ron said, feigning a cough, "friends."

"Yes... Friends..." Alver said again as he looked in the mirror. "right.. friends…" 

"May I ask, your highness, what did you think of the kind of relationship our little prince would have?" Ron looked at him and asked carefully. 

"I'm not even going to think about it." 

Its because Callen was always drawn to gold and precious things, including attractive people. 

Even just the thought of someone by his baby's side is annoying him to the marrow of his bones. His adorable Callie—he's too young to even think he can leave his side yet! 

"That's overprotectiveness, Your Highness," Ron remarks as he opens the door for the little master looking for his Hyunnie. 

"What are you doing?" Callen inquires as he walks in. "Hyunnie is handsome; no need to look in the mirror." 

That made the first prince happy. 

"Of course, I had to be the best in front of our Callie!" Alver exclaims as he lifts his baby brother into his arms. Callen smiled brightly and giddily as he kissed his brother's cheeks with a good morning greeting. 

"So, what is our baby going to do today?" 

"Have some fun with Pretty-boeni!"

Argh. Henituse has done it again! 

Alver tried hard not to lose his cool. His handsome face broke into a forced smile. He considered thousands of reasons to delegate his work to Robbit and protect his precious baby brother for the day. 

He can't have it! He has to be his baby's favorite person! Not even the jovial Robbit could compete!

"Hyung-nim, you're frowning early in the morning; it's time for morning meetings."

Talk about the devil. 

"Hello, Brother Ribbit!" 

"Hi, Callie. It's Robbit." 

The child didn't seem to hear him. 

"Good morning, brother Ribbit!" 

"Good morning, Callie, but it's Robbit."

A childish giggle echoed inside the room, "Ribbit!" 

Robbit simply resigned himself and accepted the fact that he was Brother Ribbit.

Calling him Rob or Robbit is difficult for Baby Callie. Anyway, he'll just suck it up and live with it. Their Callie will eventually call him Robbit in the future. 

The older brothers walked alongside each other, while the youngest was carried by the eldest. The maids discovered this cure after two stern good-looking men and a cute child graced them with their beauty. 

Soon after, a red-haired child, Count Henituse, and Zed Crossman arrived at the parlor. They can see them through the parlor’s glass windows. Alver and Robbit frowned as the man who had never looked at them before arrived with a bunch of sweets. 

“What is he doing here again?” 

The brothers looked at Callen’s cold hostility. He was glaring at the man but decided to look at Alver and Robbit. 

“Callie?” Robbit cautiously asked. They were almost near the door when Callen looked at them. 

“You don’t like our father?”

“Why would I like him?” Callen innocently asked, “He abandoned us all.”

Those strong words made the two older men look at each other. 

"But, Callie, he's still your father."

"What does it matter?" Callen replied, "he is only a father when we have our worth... but where was he when we needed him the most?"

This child could be charged with treason for disparaging the king. However, Alver and Robbit did not criticize him because he was telling the truth. 

That father they so admire wasn't present when they were children. 

However, because Callen was unable to ascend to the throne due to his appearance, he is attempting to make amends by becoming close to him. 

Everyone looked up to the Royal Family as the pinnacle of filial piety. 

Everyone thought they were the picture-perfect family. 

All they had was a family that was based on lies and was shattered to the core. 

"You still don't understand it, Callie... But soon, you'll realize that the only way to survive in this place is to fight for the throne," Robbit tried to console himself.

That cruel reality will always haunt them, despite the fact that they are siblings. They can’t be family. 

"I don't want it," said Callen. 

"What do you not want?"

"The throne," Callen responded, "I don't want to work. I don't want to be buried in paperwork. I don't want to work as hard as Brother Ribbit and Hyunnie."

"I'll make Hyunnie king and leave him once I can roam around the world," Callen said with a small smile.

"Wow... what an unexpected plan my baby has..." Alver chuckled and buried his head against his brother's neck, tickling him with his breathing. 

“Kyaaa!!!”

"Don't even think about running away from Hyunnie..." Alver said with a big smile, "just stay by Hyunnie's side and smile like you always have..."

"Then give me a golden plaque," Callen says, laughing. 

"I don't want to... I should be the only gold you're interested in."

"Unfair... I look like gold, too," Robbit said with a smile.

"But Hyunnie is shinier than Brother Ribbit," Callen quips.

"What am I supposed to do? Color my hair with real gold," Robbit said, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Yesh..." Callen laughs as they walk into the parlor. 

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Alver glared at the redhead who has his little brother now on his lap. Callen took his merry place while sitting on Cale Henituse’s lap while reading a book. 

Swear the First Prince really didn’t want to leave his baby brother to this person. But he has to. That’s what made him groan in frustration. 

“Baby…”

“Bye-bye, Hyunnie!”

“I’ll miss you!” Alver dramatically leaves while Robbit kept dragging him away. 

“That’s some overprotective and possessiveness, Hyung-nim.”

“But my baby is so cute!!!”

“Stop pulling away! Yes! Yes! Now come and let’s do some work, so we can go home early and play with little brother! HYUNG-NIM!”

"I'M GOING TO MISS YOU, BABY!" 

Big brother Ribbit has his work cut out for him. 

However, Alver was not pleased with the situation he found himself in when he returned with the two older men and Robbit. 

There's a Cale Henituse wearing a girl's dress and carrying their Baby Callie like some country bumpkin mother. 

“I am a country bumpkin.”

“I know.” 

"So..." Robbit paused because he sensed something wrong about to happen, "what are you playing?"

"HOUSE!" Callie exclaims, but his grin sends the four newly arrived men shivering. Even Ron wore a cutesy ribbon on top of his head while smiling his every angelic smile, and Vicross wore a cute auburn wig while scowling. 

“This is granny!” pointing at Ron. 

“Noona!” pointing at Vicross. 

“And, Mommy!” pointing at Cale. 

Alver didn't want to say anything because he could feel his blood pressure rising. 

"And who is daddy?"

"Hyunnie is the daddy! Brother Ribbit is Brother Ribbit!" said Callie, pointing to him.

A five-year-old's excited laughter and charm made them weak on their knees but terrified on the back of their spine. 

"And... what about us?" 

“Grandpappy!” Pointing at Count Henituse. 

All the while, Callen scowled at Zed Crossman, "puppy."

“Papy?”

"Mr. Woof! Puppy!"

At that moment, Alver and Robbit did their best not to laugh at the King's bemused expression. He deserves it. It's wrong to think that way, but only Callie has the courage to tell the king straight out that he's a dog. 

"All right... a puppy."

Callen beams and sprints towards Alver. The child dragged his poor brother and forced him to sit next to Cale Henituse. Cale Henituse had a strange feeling until the kid linked his and Alver's hands. Small hands tightly grip their hands so they don't let go. 

Cale stared at Alver's stunned expression as if his soul was about to depart from his body. 

“Callie has Mommy and Daddy now!” 

Of course, it was a play. 

However… 

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Callen, Nah, Kim Rok Soo had a good idea. 

"Kiss Callie on both cheeks!" 

He cheerfully smiled while poking both cheeks. The redhead and the gold head exchanged glances before bowing down to kiss his cheeks. 

Until the stupid young butler Hans rushed in and accidentally pushed Alver hard. In response, Alver pulled his brother down so he couldn't hurt him in any way. 

But. 

*chup!*

Widening of the eyes 

Baby Callen was just beneath two heads, sharing a mundane kiss. 

“Hihihihihi.” The child giggled while Alver and Cale were still staring at each other. 

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3 seconds.

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Eight seconds. 

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Ten seconds. 

"How long are you going to kiss?!"

Thank goodness for Brother Ribbit to separate them. 

Cale Henituse huffed and blushed profusely before fleeing. 

The sourness of the soothing lemon tea didn't matter because Alver was still stunned-shaken by that event. 

The Count and King said nothing, just looked at the giggling toddler and the laughing second prince with the speechless First Prince. 

Soon after, Baby Callen sat on his big brother's lap, pinching both of his cheeks. 

“Hyunnie, so red! Unfair!”

Yes, Hyunnie, develop a relationship with Cale Henituse because you will require him in the future. 

"How unfair! I want mommy and Hyunnie to kiss me as well."

"Hah..." Alver sighed and looked at his brother. 

Baby Callie, on the other hand, beat him and kissed him on the cheeks. 

"Mommy and Hyunnie, please kiss me on the cheeks the next time!"

Callie is smothering Alver's face with kisses. Who is he to refuse this service?

“I…” with all resolute denial but a simp for his freaking baby brother, “Promise…”

“Yesh!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

“Damn you, Robbit! Get out of my palace!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

Alver’s first kiss is with a guy who is his baby brother’s mommy when they play house. 

Alver: I laid my hand on a ten-year-old. Damn it all!”

TBC

Author: *types Robbit’s name but spelled his name Ribbit. Grins like a madman* Second Prince, I shall bestow you a new name in the name of CALEISM! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. 

Chapter Text

Callen will be attending a royal ball today. 

Alver had to applaud Ron's sense of style because he was so serious about his clothes. 

"You should not dress shabbily."

So the brothers remained silent and let the old man do his job properly. 

Ron worked hard alongside Tasha, who squealed when she saw both of them in matching outfits. 

Alver was dressed in white with a light blue shirt, and Callen was dressed in white with a red shirt. 

The designs were distinct from those of high-end seamstresses and boutiques. 

"You work hard, Ron!" Callen exclaimed happily, patting the old man on the head. 

"Yes. Good to know that my Little Lord Seventh enjoys it as well," the old man said as he lifted Callen into his arms. 

Callen's manservant and nanny will be there because the latter is still in need of guidance. 

They rode in the carriage to the royal palace. 

Alver was shining more than usual. He looked like the candle lighting in the grand hall. 

“Callen.”

“Hm?”

“Address people appropriately, alright…”

“Okay.”

Alver patted his back and said, “Come to Hyunnie if someone bothered you. And enjoy the ball all you like.”

“Okay!” 

He looked at the chamberlain and had their names announced. They didn’t hold hands like they usually do as they enter the hall. 

His Highness First Prince, Alver Crossman! His Highness Seventh Prince, Callen Crossman!”

Everyone in attendance looked at the couple who came walking side by side with all the dignity and royalty they exude. Alver Crossman matched his brother's strides, while the younger black-haired toddler walked beside him as if he were on equal footing as the first prince. 

The onlookers saw Alver look at the child and pat his back as he led him to the seat by the side with the other princes and princesses. Before his manservant assists him in his seat on the high chair, the child gives a small smile. 

Rumors of the Black-Haired Prince had already become a legend. Black hair as dark as night and reddish-brown eyes are reminiscent of a fallen noble family. Everyone was gossiping, but the child maintained his regal demeanor while his older brother took his seat just below the emperor. 

Callen observed the people gossiping. He didn't seem to mind. His black beauty, Hyunnie, is a thousand times cooler than these noble bastards with nice faces. When several snacks came into view, Callen nibbled on everything he could get his hands on. 

It was then that he heard a loud sneer from the side. 

He notices the third prince and the rest of his siblings looking down at him. 

A group of children aged nine to thirteen is ganging up on a five-year-old. 

Callen chooses to ignore them until he notices Cale Henituse approaching him. 

"Ah! Orabeoni!" he exclaimed, completely ignoring his royal siblings. His brothers all came to a halt as they looked at Cale Henituse, who glared back. 

Cale Henituse's temper is one that no noble or royal child can ignore. His trashy demeanor developed at a young age, and he is known for being blunt. 

Callen enjoys causing havoc among his half-siblings. If he isn't yet capable, surround him with people who are. With a smile, Callen stood up and greeted the redhead, "Mommy!" 

The redhead's cheeks flushed brightly. 

"Good day, Baby." 

The ill-tempered redhead snorted softly. Callen made him stand beside him while offering him sweets, much to the chagrin of his Hyunnie and Brother Ribbit. 

They all looked so cute!!!

The ball began when the King delivered his opening remarks. There were also dances, but the delegates from the church drew Callen's attention. Especially the hooded members of the Church of God of Death. 

Cale Henituse calls out, "Baby Callie?" He looked at the young boy. 

"Who are they?" he wondered. 

Cale looked at them and said, "They're church people." 

Callen simply nodded. Something is brewing inside of him. An indescribable feeling of anxiety. 

As if someone is calling for him. 

As if someone is attempting to change his current course. 

Kim Rok Soo, now that he realizes it, has completely ruined this plotline with his baby antics. A straight hero novel is gradually becoming a BL fantasy novel. Anyway, it's even more intriguing because his Hyunnie was awkwardly staring at Cale Henituse, who was doing his best to keep his cool. 

And, despite his best efforts, Callen was unable to change the tags. He'll just keep fucking up the plot and throwing twists into it as he makes his way back to his beloved slacker life. 

He caught sight of Alver conversing with dignitaries from other kingdoms. He approached his brother to avoid the noble sucking up to him by the time he saw him sit down. It's only natural given that the king's attention is currently focused on him. 

"Hyunnie~"

He called and smiled at his older brother while shamelessly climbing into his lap. Alver sighed in defeat and sat him on his lap, his hands protectively on his back. 

"Have you had anything to eat?" 

"Cookies... it's boring at my seat."

He was aware that this seat was intended for Alver and Robbit, but the two seemed unconcerned. Also, the food here differs from that of his seat. 

"Where is Ron?" 

"He's socializing with the nobles for me." 

Alver remained silent. He lifts a tart to Callen's mouth and feeds him while eating. 

Every noble in the hall witnessed this adorable scene. The Second Prince was also feeding the toddler with the same utensils he uses on himself. 

"Yummy." 

"Eat a lot... you need to grow up fast... Brother Ribbit will also fatten you up." 

"For the nth time, it's Robbit," the fourteen-year-old prince says with a cute scowl. 

Callen ignored all of the stares that were directed at him. He feeds Alver a cookie and eats the other half with his hands. Then he does the same with Robbit and eats half. 

No one dared to interrupt them because they appeared to be in their world, except for the redhead who came to greet the princes but frowned at the First Prince's stare. 

"Greetings, Rowoon Kingdom's shining stars." 

"Greetings to the young northeast guardian."

Callen's face brightened once more. "mommy!" 

Several coughs echoed, but the baby boy ignored them, welcoming the redhead and even making him sit at the same table as them. 

It was then…

{Finally.}

Callen stopped immediately the moment he heard that voice. 

A strange feeling filled with peace and tranquility invaded his mind as he slowly looked at his brother, who was also looking at him. 

“Callie?” 

Cale Henituse worriedly called out his name. 

The voice was deep and worried. It was raspy, but it had a kind tone. 

He glanced at the people from the church of the God of Death who were also looking at him. 

He turned to look at them, but all he saw was someone standing behind them. He couldn't see his face, but all he could describe was his distinctive white hair and sad black eyes. 

[Finally.]

A priest dared to step close to him at the same time, the voice echoed inside his head. 

He instinctively clutched Alver’s hand. He dropped the cookies he was eating when the same voice echoed inside his head. He flinched. 

This horror thing is not good for his heart. 

[Child.]

Callen felt his world spin while he wobbled on his feet. He struggled in his seat as he stood up. He wants to come out. He wants to leave this place. He jumped down and tried exiting the hall without waiting for the priests to approach. 

"Callie!" Alver's voice thundered. 

He slowly looked up at his brother, who was now striding towards him. He stepped back. 

[It’s alright… it’s alright… don’t be scared.]

The voice took complete control of his mind. He couldn't hear Alver's voice, let alone Cale's or Robbit's. He stood there blackly, his eyes widening, clouded in anxiety. 

Alver looked at Cale, who was holding himself up. 

It was the time when the death bells rang all over the place. 

[You are here.]

Callen stood up and leave without waiting for anyone to approach him. Something was stirring inside him as if it was telling him to wake up. 

The eerie sound of the death bells made the entire hall silent while slowly feeling the negative moment. 

“Callen.” Alver’s voice reached him. He stepped back and finally turned around. He needed to go back to the palace of Joy. He feels unsafe in this place. 

He needs to return to where no one can reach him. 

He can hear the voice calling and calling.

He continued to walk, almost running, to go back home. He wanted to find his carriage, but the hallway was empty. 

The eerie silence and darkness almost drove him to madness. 

He needs to leave. 

He needs to go back home. 

Back where no one can touch him!

[My Rok Soo.]

He stopped and looked up. His mouth went dry 

The next thing he saw was darkness. 

A man with white hair and black eyes was staring at him. He was standing not far from him, but he had a soft smile on his face as he reached out his hands as if he was telling him to come. 

Bewitched, Callen reaches out his hand. 

“Who are you?”

A sad smile decorated the man’s face. The darkness seemed like it was eating the man away, but his hair and eyes prodded him, making him tremble and exhilarated at the same time. 

“You…”

“CALLEN!” 

He opened his eyes and saw his brother’s worried expression. Alver was grabbing both his shoulders, heaving as if he had run after him. 

He can remember the White Haired man who stood before him as wanting to befriend him. 

“Hyunnie…” 

His heart was beating wildly. It was pounding so loud that it made him tremble to the point where he couldn’t help but feel goosebumps. 

Alver’s soft touch made him flinch, but the moment he touches his older brother’s hand, he sees a vision of a burning city and Alver Crossman crucified at the entrance of the Palace of Joy. 

*gasp!*

“Callen?” Alver’s panicked voice echoed. Callen looked at him while clutching his chest in pain. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were tearing up with pain. 

*coughs!*

He can see strange demarcations on his hands the moment his blood touches his skin. 

It was the symbol of the God of Death.

Alver was also looking at him. 

“Hyunnie...” his voice cracked. He’s conscious and, at the same time, about to lose consciousness again. “Hyunnie…”

It’s scary. Something unknown is making him scared. 

Kim Rok Soo was well aware of his differences from the others. He couldn’t ignore his existence. His body began to shake as if he was experiencing severe pain for the first time. 

He was scared. 

He hated pain. 

He has already declared war against his fate, but this pain is making him remember what he shouldn’t remember. 

“Hyun… nie…”

His voice cracked. 

He can see Alver's sincere eyes, his kind and gentle hands patting him, and his words to calm him made his heart tremble. 

“What’s wrong with me?”

He knew how silly that made him. 

He trusts this hand more than anyone right now. 

“What’s wrong with me?”

His body continued to tremble all over. Alver had him in his arms while covering him with layers of blankets. 

“You have a fever.”

Hearing that, Callen looked up and obediently stayed in his arms. 

[Finally… you are here…]

His eyes widen. His palms slowly reached his ears, trying to block that voice calling out to him. 

{My child… my lovely child…}

No... no... he whimpered. The image of the white-haired man in his mind reappeared, offering him his hand once more. He whimperingly curled up even more tightly inside Alver's arms. 

"I'm here... where does it hurt?"

He wanted to respond, but the white-haired man was still in his line of sight. 

The man stood behind Alver and looked at him with a sad expression. 

“Callen?”

{Kim Rok Soo}

Hearing his name, Callen screams, “Leave me alone!” 

He raised his head and gazed at the new moon. Only the dim rim was visible. 

He stared at it, lost in thought, captivated by the beauty of the dark new moon.

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.

Alver was taken back. He could see the black markings slowly creeping up Callen's neck. Alver still had the child staring blankly at the sky when he noticed the beautiful white hair growing out of the previously black hair. 

Callens' eyes remained reddish-brown, but his hair was pure white and gleaming. 

He looked up and saw the new moon. 

He came up with thousands of reasons why.

Until he hears the same chimes from the Church of God of Death. 

He looked at Callen. His hands and lips trembled as he tried not to make any noise. 

He removed his coat and completely covered his baby brother. 

All of the death bells at the Church of God of Death are ringing.  

A strong divine power permeated the hall at that point. He used magic to seal off the entire area. 

He was determined to deny it. 

However, gods were once humans. 

Alver wrapped his arms around his brother and began patting the small back to calm the agitated toddler. 

Callen finally calmed down after feeling the gentle pats. He looked at his brother, who had already assumed his dark-elf form. He looked down at the water in the pond and realized he had the same white hair as the person in his vision. 

Black and white. 

He looks at Alver, who gives him a warm, soft smile. 

“Callie??”

Callen nodded. There’s pain, but it’s much more bearable compared to before. 

“My baby is blessed by the gods.”

Callen shook his head as he leaned on his brother. He didn’t say anything. He just touched his cheeks against Alver’s. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth that was enveloping him with reassurance.

Alver must’ve thought that he was somehow related to divinity. He knew that even if it wasn’t shown, sooner or later, they'd have to accept it. 

The reason why Callen always looks in the direction of the church of the God of Death’s Clergy.

An invisible thing may cause insecurities. 

It’s scary.

“Am I different?”

His concerned tone made the older boy grit his teeth. 

“No... My baby is a very beautiful child.”

It was reassurance that both of them needed right now. 

TBC

Chapter Text

Alver and Callen returned to their palace earlier than usual. Zed Crossman and Robbit went looking for them, but Ron said Callen had fallen asleep and needed to be taken back to the Palace of Joy. 

Callen had a strange dream that night. 

He was lying on a large bed, and the white-haired man was crouching by his side, staring at him. He was so close, but the darkness made it impossible for him to see his entire face. He was looking at him, but he had a soft smile on his face. 

The man appeared to be speaking to him. He sat down and realized it was all a dream. 

He focused his attention on the hunched man, who slowly rose to his feet and stood. He was tall and intimidating. He was dressed normally when he reached out his hands, cupped his cheeks, and kissed his forehead tenderly. Anyway, it's annoying, so Callen smacked the old man across the face and glared at him. 

The pitiful old man was trembling pitifully on the floor. In any case, the old man irritated him. When the cold low voice called, he wanted to hit him even harder.

[ Baby?]

Callen smirks, but slowly opens his eyes to find himself alone on the bed, the sun already at its zenith. 

That was strange. 

He looked up to see his brother changing his clothes. He instinctively looked in the mirror and saw his usual black hair. Was the white hair from last night an illusion?

"What exactly are you thinking?" 

Alver cradled him in his arms and stroked his head. He made him lean on him. Alver unbuttoned his shirt and patted a new mark on his chest. When he looked down, he felt a rush of mana wash over him, and the mark vanished. 

“Callen.”

“Hm?”

"Make sure no one sees this mark on you."

He just nodded and said nothing. 

“Hyunnie…”

“Hm?”

“Sorry…”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I’m weird...” Callen nudges his head closer to Alver’s chin. 

“You are not...” Alver said, “To me, you are precious.”

Saying these words made Callen’s heart at ease. 

“Hyunnie.”

“Hm?”

“Love you lots!” 

“Hm. Hyunnie loves Callie too.”

Callen then took the day off and dozed off. When Ron was nowhere to be found, he went to the kitchen to request food. 

He knocked and entered the room where the servants were running. 

He flinched as a knife was aimed at him, but it hit the door behind him. He slowly raised his head and noticed Vicross, who was arguing with one of the chefs with a scowl on his face. He was about to flee when Vicross caught sight of him and sighed deeply before admitting defeat. 

"Blessings to Rowoon's Seventh Sun." 

When they saw him, everyone in the kitchen turned around and bowed their heads. Callen didn’t feel any satisfaction since the knife was still right beside his head. 

Vicross took off his gloves and took him in his arms. 

"Why is Lord Seventh here?" he asked, his voice gentle and nice. 

“I’m hungry… Ron’s not with me…”

The Chef let out yet another sigh. 

Vicross was in charge of all of his meals. It's a good thing he had some snacks ready for his needy little lord. 

"I'd like to sit on the counter..."

"However you like." 

The cook's gaze was fixed on him. Callen completely ignored them. Vicross made him sit on the counter and prepared all the sweets. He did not leave. Vicross was standing behind him. Callen leans in and happily consumes the pie and drinks that have been prepared for him. 

When he looked up, he noticed Vicross' scowl. 

“Vicious!” 

Vicross's face flushed. He turned to the side to hide his embarrassment, but he still assisted the five-year-old in keeping clean while waiting. 

"Cook-hyung, you should smile!" exclaimed Callen once more. 

Vicross shook his head and smiled slightly. It was both adorable and terrifying. Callen always had his way with Vicross and the treatment for making him happy. 

“Eat…”

“Alright!” 

It wasn't a secret that the seventh prince only allowed certain people to touch him. Apart from the First and Second Princes, there are Ron, Tasha, the knight who is following him, Vicross, and the redhead Henituse. 

They only observed the child’s relaxed stance on Vicross. The sound of cutlery eventually died away. 

Callen was already yawning and closing his eyes when Vicross looked down. 

"Let's get you back to your room." 

"Hm." Callen rubs his eyes and turns to face the chef, "carry." 

Vicross sighs, but he continues to carry the boy. Callen wriggled in his arms until he found a comfortable position to lean in. 

The twenty-two-year-old simply sighed and left his station to return his young master to his room. 

"Bye-bye," Callen yawns as he exits the kitchen. He was hugging the Young Chef’s neck closely and sleeping in.

"Bye-bye," the people inside waved their hands as if they were smitten little toddlers praising the seventh lord's cuteness. 

Vicross led him to his room, where he wrapped him in a blanket and surrounded him with pillows. 

"Thank… you…"

"Sleep." 

"Hm…" 

Vicross didn't leave ahead of time. He looked by the window. 

"We've got pests." 

The knight following Callen stood by the side. 

"People from the Church of God of Death."

Vicross replied, "I'll take care of it. Stay by his side."

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[Hello]

When Callen hears that voice again, he frowns. He looked at the man, but his face was still obscured. 

He was in the arms of the man as they walked across a bright single-plank bridge. There were small lights that guided them. 

Callen reaches for the light. It trembled like a shy maiden before floating into the sky. A small chuckle could be heard from the man's lips. 

[How adorable.]

The voice continues to compliment him. 

It wasn't all that bad. 

It was fantastic. 

Callen felt like he was with Ron or Alver, but he was irritated by this person. 

"Why are you coming to see me in my dreams?" 

The man looks at him. He can't see his eyes anymore, but he can see his lips. The man was happy. 

[You'll find out soon enough. Till you get older.]

Callen frowned. He leaned back and made himself comfortable in the man's arms. 

[That Zed Crossman...]

"Hm?" 

[Do you not want to get close to him? ]

"Am I close to you?"

[Hm. Not yet.]

"How confident."

[I have my ways]

Callen looked at him and said, "Don't always come in my dreams... if you annoy me, I'll smack you."

[but I’m allowed to visit once in a while?]

“Hm.”

Callen yawns once more. He has no idea who this jerk is, but he felt both safe and annoyed at the same time. 

"Mister," he said, fighting the urge to sleep in his dream as they walked into the darkness, small lights illuminating their path. “What’s your name?”

[Just call me granddad,] the man said as he looked at him.

Callen frowned even more. He snorted and smacks the man’s cheeks, “Not funny…”

[How does the baby want to address this old man? ]

Callen was about to sleep when he answered, “I’ll think of few…”

A smile crept from the man’s lip. He was made to lie on the huge bed where he met this man before. 

[tell me the name you want to call me the next time we meet.]

“Hm… sleepy…”

[Soon, you’ll understand who you are… baby…]

"Not your baby..." Callen scowled and dozed off as he saw the white-haired man with black hair and reddish-brown eyes. 

It was nostalgic in some ways. 

Perhaps this is why he felt at ease with his man beside him. 

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.

.

"Hm? Looks like my Callie had a good dream." 

The first thing that greeted him in the morning was a gleaming Hyunnie. 

I don't mind being woken up by attractive men. Now I understand why some women prefer to be greeted by attractive men. It’s a feast. 

"You're drooling again... Is Hyunnie handsome?"

"Yes... Good morning." 

"Good morning," the same palms cupped the back of his head, and a kiss kissed his brow. 

Every morning, the same scenario played out. Callen will be entering the King's Palace as part of his formal education. Kim Rok Soo wanted to tell them that he didn't need it, but he couldn't let Hyunnie lose face because he had arranged for the best tutor for him. 

He and Alver walked into the palace holding hands. 

This palace is extremely opulent. 

This palace will eventually belong to Alver in the future as he travels around the world and flips places. 

They were greeted by a lovely lady and an elderly gentleman. 

"This is Baronness Helgan teaching you etiquette, and Professor Millian teaching you academics."

Alver introduced them to Callen. Callen greeted them like how Alver greeted them back. 

He noticed the Baronesse staring at him. The elderly man was watching his movements. 

"I heard he's quite smart for a young prince," Prof. Millian said, nodding and asking, "May I examine His Highness with some tests?"

“Feel free, Prof. Millian. I hope Callen won’t disappoint you.”

“It’s fine… it’s fine… I’ve been the King’s Instructor for years, and not teaching another talent would be a waste for my age…”

Callen looked at Alver. His older brother also looked at him, but he just patted his head and allowed the two tutors to take him for the day. 

After testing his basic knowledge, Prof. Millian dismissed him and told him to meet him by tomorrow. So Callen decided to attend his second class early so that he can go home as he pleased. It was only at this time that Ron could not accompany him inside the room. 

He’s confident that Millian will be pleased with him, but it’s a big question mark against the Baronness. 

She was looking down at him. 

If his information was right, she was the closest confidant of the third queen, the mother of the third prince. 

“So, let’s begin with how to do greetings.” 

The woman had a smile on her face. 

“It may be difficult for the prince, but I’ll do my best. Feel free to let me know if you’re unsure of anything.”

The baroness started teaching him about greetings and soon how he should greet others. 

Callen was aware that this is not the proper etiquette for royalties to follow. 

Nevertheless, he still followed as he could not be rude to the lady whom his Hyunnies took pains to arrange for him. 

Alver hasn’t developed his eyes for people yet. 

“Well done! You’re a fast learner!” 

The happy voice irks him. 

However, the atmosphere changed abruptly when the baroness said—

"You are truly amazing; to be honest, I was concerned... it won't be easy with your old habits, but it must be worth teaching you; blood doesn't lie in these kinds of things."

This woman has just dug her own grave. 

To highlight his lowly ancestry. 

Don't worry... you're my first target in my quest to make my Hyunnie the man who chooses people.

He swears he hears someone laughing in the back of his head. 

TBC

Chapter Text

"That child isn't worth it," said the baroness to the third queen. In response, the third queen smirked, pleased with the report. 

"Despite being the King's son with fallen royalty, he's nothing more than a lowly slave with royal blood; he won't cause any problems with the Third Prince; all we have to look into is the First Prince."

Alver Crossman. The King's first child with a maid To think that a lowly maid could share the king's bed before her or the Second Prince's mother, who came from a wealthy family, 

A maid and a slave. However, the king’s attention slowly shifted to them. 

The Perfect First Prince 

The Brilliant Seventh Prince 

The King’s previous Royal Instructor praised them both. 

There’s the witty Second Prince too, who followed the First Prince and doted on the Seventh Prince. 

“If we can control the Seventh Prince, we can control the First and Second Prince too.”

“I’ll try... but I don’t think the King’s Instructor will let me off.”

"Shouldn't children be punished for a wrong?”

The baroness smiled and said, “Yes, naughty children should be punished.”

[---]

Callen had observed the baroness's actions for several days. Punishments started and snarky comments continued, laid out in public. 

Hm. You want to control me, huh?

He smiled and decided to join in the fun. He can play the dumb prince to see what his next move will be, but he didn't expect to be hit with the pointer on his buttocks. 

child abuse right away.

He clenched his teeth but continued to smile. He was carrying a book on his head, but there was no balance. For the sake of weeding out the inner court's power over the princes, Callen had to endure it. 

This is how most munchkin royalty plots go. They want Callen to lose his will, to fear them, and to do their dirty work for them. When he loses his use, they’ll cast him aside or throw him away. Ron reported to him that it was the Third Queen who offered the Baroness as a teacher. His older brother, the ever-naive Hyunnie, agreed even though she was well-known among the socialites. 

That’s why, the more blatant marks there are, the more they need to expect. 

However, Callen did not expect his older brother to look so worried. 

“Is any of the teachers mistreating you? The Internal Palace was the one who chose your tutors… I agreed because they’re known for their reputation…”

Callen leans on his brother, wrapping his arms around his neck. He was swaying his feet giddily before he leans on Alver’s shoulder. 

"It's okay... Callie deserves it... I want to be like Hyunnie, so this isn't a big deal."

No matter how wrong it was. Callen was aware that this kind of education was wrong. 

But Hyunnie, since you are the first prince, why not control the education of the princes? We can’t call the queens women. Why?

After all, a woman's worth is determined by how she stands up and fights, not by petty tricks before acting like a victim. He can already foresee the third queen looking like the victim. 

“Hyunnie.”

“Hm?”

"Be sure to become king... and provide a good and happy life for Callie."

"I'm your brother, not your husband."

"I'll then marry Hyunnie!"

Alver laughs and pats himself on the back. 

"You’ll marry Hyunnie? You should marry a cute girl. And even if you don't tell me, Hyunnie will make sure Callie has a happy life."

Callen smiled and just leaned on his brother. “Hyunnie doesn’t want to marry Callie?”

“Hm… we’re siblings…”

“Then marry Mommy!”

Alver choked on his saliva. He looked at his little brother. 

"Who's teaching you that?"

“Books… Mommy should marry Daddy... Hyunnie is Daddy! Then Callie will have mommy and daddy! A happy family!”

“Hah... you really are—never mind... You’ll understand soon enough.”

I know, Hyunnie. But you need to call Cale Henituse about my plans. 

And after that small talk, Callen handed Ron a letter crookedly written by a child. 

“Give that to Mr. Woof!”

“His Majesty?”

“Hm! Mr. Woof!” Give that to the Golden Retriever!

Ron closed his eyes and contemplated whether to ask or not. 

“I trust my Lord, Little Seven.”

Callen smiled at Ron. 

Of course, the blow becomes more powerful and painful over time. In addition, his arms were grabbed and he was indoctrinated. 

Hm. So this is how you play, huh? 

They're attempting to overpower him. However, Callen had already planned it out. He planned this when Alver was busy with his work. 

Unfortunately, Callen is a forty-year-old man on the inside. 

The book continued to fall. Not only was his butt, but his leg and hand were hit too. 

“You know why I am doing this, your highness?”

Yeah, I know. You want me to cower before you.

"Yes..." he smiled once more. 

He was then grabbed by the Baroness. The young prince's eerie smile gives her chills. as if something terrible was about to happen to her. 

Make it painful.

He grinned even wider. 

"How come you're smiling?"

"Because Madam doesn't know what she's doing," Callen explained, smiling. "Whatever Madam wants, Madam won't get it."

Hit him, beat him, and make him cower in the face of force. 

Because this should be what Callen wants, Callen gets. 

Kim Rok Soo had long been used to pain and this was nothing. 

The chilly smile made the baroness tremble. There’s an unknown force permeating him. 

“I have no intention of taking the throne...” Callen smiled, “But I can’t have dangerous people around my Hyunnie. I don’t need useless people around my Hyunnie.”

The baroness shook violently. She raised her arm and was about to speak to him when the door opened and there was the King of Rowoon, who planned on visiting Callen on his break, holding her hand raised to strike. 

“Y, Your Majesty.” The baroness had fallen on her knees. The second and third queens were with the king. He noticed the Third Queen’s expression. 

Callen calculated it all. He sends that note to the king, telling him that he wants to play with him with childish egoistic lines like wanting to show the king how good and graceful he was or that he should learn imperial etiquette.

The king looked at Callen, who didn’t even cry. 

“Callen…”

Callen slowly approached the king. He had a stern expression while glaring at the baroness. 

“What’s happening?”

"Callie is being punished because Callie isn't good enough." Red doe eyes, make the king a simp for him as he did for Alver and Robbit. He appeared to be disappointed, but he still smiled as if nothing was wrong. 

"A baroness punishing royalty?"

The mood was dark. Callen smirked and looked at Zed Crossman. 

"However, Callie is a slave." 

His words rang out, infuriating the king. 

“A slave... who told you?”

"Madam said she's worried about me not getting her classes because of my mother, and that I should be grateful because Mr. Woof and Hyunnie took care of me, which is why Callie is doing everything he can to avoid embarrassing Hyunnie and Mr. Woof."

Hearing this, the knight following Zed Crossman walked over to the baroness and took her. 

"Take her to the dungeons and summon healers!"

The king crouches down and aligns himself with Callen's height. 

"What else did she say to you?"

"Hmm... nothing... she just hit me... but Callie deserved it."

Play the pitiful son, Kim Rok Soo! Show off your platinum-award-winning acting skills!

"Callie is not as good as Hyunnie or Brother Ribbit, but Callie aspires to be like Hyunnie and Brother Ribbit."

Good, he looks annoyed. 

[You thought that far, baby.]

Ah. It’s that voice again. Wait. 

Not long after, Alver and Robbit came in a rush. 

Alver looked at the third queen with teary eyes, as if she was the victim and not Callie. 

The king looked at the three princes; two of them were doting on the youngest. 

“We need to find a new tutor.”

“Callie doesn’t need it.”

The royalty all look at him. 

“Royal etiquette is something needed between the King and Crown Prince.”

Hearing his words, the king looked at Robbit and Alver, as well as the third prince, who had come to support his mother after hearing what had happened. 

[The Dark Elf will ascend to the throne.]

I've heard that. 

Callen grinned. 

"It's something Hyunnie and Mr. Woof need!"

The atmosphere suddenly dropped. 

Zed Crossman examined the second and third princes with care. The second prince smiled, while the third prince was distraught. Alver, on the other hand, was taken aback and immediately began reprimanding his younger brother. 

"Callie... that is incorrect... You are also a candidate for the throne..."

However, the child remained vigilant, saying, "no... Hyunnie will become one..."

He decided to reveal the vision he had previously. 

If necessary, I'll play a holy man or saint. 

"In my dream, the granny told me that Hyunnie will become king... wearing a gold crown, the globe on his left, and the scepter on his right... there are fires around, and Hyunnie will sit on the gold chair... there's a red hair man on his right and a black hair man on his left."

[Not only a king... but]

"But Hyunnie is not King," he continued, referring to the vision he sees.

Zed Crossman grabbed him and asked, "Who is he?"

"His name is Emperor."

"Close the doors," the king ordered. 

The attendants of each prince and the king closed the door and drew the curtains. 

“How are you certain about that?”

Callen grinned, "So you don’t want Hyunnie to become the king? 

[Baby… tell them this…]

<The moment  a person with that darkness becomes the head of the household, the sky will be destroyed and the ground will tremble>

Zed Crossman’s eyes widen. Alver’s eyes also trembled. The secret of his birth and everything that comes to it will be for naught. 

<the brightest sun will shine over the sky and vanquish that darkness>

Callen's lips curled into a smile as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to do. 

<He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away>

He repeated what the person inside his head is saying. 

<He is fated to be here>

At the same time, the death bells all over the Royal City echoed the moment he uttered the last sentence. 

“The Church of the God of Death.”

The king looked at Alver, who was also confused with things. 

The third queen said, “The words of a child are merely unbelievable.”

The other queens also agreed, but the Second Prince’s mother remained silent. 

[Baby, tell that woman—]

“The Third Sun will betray the kingdom.”

The bells ceased to ring. His words rang out loudly, causing the third queen and third prince to leap to their feet. 

“Callen Crossman.”

Zed Crossman called out. 

“Not another word.”

So he’s aware.

Callen smiled and turned to face his brother. He raised both arms, requesting to be carried. Robbit had to take Callen because Alver was still stunned. The child leaned against him, coy and pitiful. 

“Wanna go home…”

“Yes, we’ll take you home.”

Zed Crossman looked at his son. 

His reddish-brown eyes are not deceiving him. 

"Mr. Woof will die," Callen added. 

"Callen!" Alver screamed, turning to face his brother, who was cowering in Robbit's arms. 

"Hyung-nim!" Robbit snarled and patted Callen on the head. 

"Let's end that talk here... People here should keep their mouths shut... Am I clear?" said Alver, shaking his head.

Tasha and Ron, among the butlers, bowed and swore. The royal family was still shaken. 

However, they want to believe a child’s words. 

"Let's go home, Callen."

Callen slapped Alver's hand away just as he was about to take him into his arms. 

"I'm not going! I'm going with Brother Ribbit!" 

Crocodile tears fell into Callen's eyes. 

Alver simply yelled at him, and his instincts kicked in. 

Alver sighed and turned to face Robbit. 

"Calm yourself first, Hyung-nim..." Robbit said as he led Callen out of the room, leaving the royal family shaken. 

Alver looked at his slapped-away hand with pain. 

"Damn it," he curses, "I shouldn't have yelled at him."

Callen's eyes were clear, even if he didn't believe what he was saying. 

"Father," he said, "would you mind telling me about Callen's origins?"

There's no way he's a normal kid.

TBC

Chapter Text

“Follow me.” 

Alver followed Zed Crossman. Instead of his office, he was led to the royal library. They entered a secret passage, and soon after, he saw a boulder with the very same words that Callen said just a while ago. 

However, it was only about the darkness over the skies of Rowoon. 

“Do you believe in foresight?”

Alver Crossman remained silent. 

“You know who we are, right?” Alver asked. 

“Yes... You and your mother have dark elf blood in your veins.” Zed Crossman revealed, “So is Callen’s as a quarter demigod.”

“His mother is a goddess.”

“A goddess with both the blood of royalty and the Thames Household.”

“Do you believe his words?”

“Yes.” Zed Crossman replied, “His mother was the God of Death’s daughter.”

Everything went silent. 

"Callen has just sparked the throne race, which means that having him would be significant for other princes," the king carefully explained, "but to think, a son of mine would betray the kingdom, and you, whom I neglected, will become the king of a stronger Rowoon."

Alver didn’t need him right now. 

"Callie was right," Alver said, "That's why we can't call you father... because you weren’t there when we needed you the most."

Maybe the reason why Callen doesn’t want the throne was because he knew who will rise to it. 

“He was fated to die,” Zed Crossman said, “Yet he lived.”

“Don’t tell me…”

“It was all for the family…”

Because they can’t control the power of the gods. 

In anger, Alver grabbed his father’s collar and hit him in the face. His shoulders violently moved up and down. His arms trembled. 

“A child!” he screams, “How dare you!”

He thought he didn’t need to feel bad for this person, but knowing this, he can feel that resentment towards this person who’s doing his duty to the house rather than his children. 

"Yes," Zed Crossman admitted, "resent me... despise me... for every death in this family was my fault."

He accepts responsibility for his mother's death.

Alver, let go of him. He sighed and shook his head. He wishes he could resent him, but he can't. He's long decided not to despise anyone. He only wanted to protect his people and the child he cared about. 

"For that reason..." just one simple reason. 

"There are times when duty must take precedence over family."

No. Alver refuses to accept that. 

"Then... I'll be the first..." He'll end all of this nonsense, "I'll destroy that tradition and everything in this Household."

He will choose his people. 

"I will choose my people."

To keep the royal family in power, they must suffer the consequences. 

They are sacrificed to fight for the throne to keep the darkness at bay. 

This man ascended to the throne to murder his siblings and seize power for himself. To uphold the traditions, but Alver will not. 

He will ensure their survival. 

His siblings, their mothers, and his baby, whom he adores. 

"I'll break it all on my knees and become the brightest sun Rowoon has ever had."

He won’t follow the same path that this man took. 

He turned around and left the library. He’s met by Robbit, who came. 

“Callie not sleeping…”

“He’s murdering the teddy bear.”

Alver smiled and said, “I’ll go fetch him now.”

The brothers walked together. They could ride the carriage, but they preferred the way this walk passed. 

"It was shocking, Hyung-nim," Robbit said, "but I'm glad you're fated to be king."

"Are you giving up?"

"I had no intention from the beginning... and... I like the way I live now..." Robbit smiled, "It's nice to be close to my brothers and sisters; it's the best thing I've ever had."

It was because the royal family is not a family where people can freely express their emotions or be close to one another. 

“Robbit…” 

“Yes?”

"Know that this Hyung adores you all."

"I know... but traditions must be upheld."

"No," Alver said, "I'll break everything."

So that no one else in the family has to go through what they did. 

"So, become a good father to your future son... give him siblings and let them treat each other as we do..."

“Hyung…”

"Your child will ascend to the throne after I break all the laws and create one in which we do not need to shed blood to survive..."

Robbit's tears streamed down his cheeks as he heard that. “Then… I can become a little brother too?”

"As you have always been," Alver said, opening his arms.

Robbit didn't waste any time. He returned Alver's embrace and sobbed in his arms. Robbit is a good brother; otherwise, Callen would dislike him. 

"I'll do everything I can to help you..."

"Yes... I will protect you as well with everything I have..." So that they can all live that dream becoming a reality. 

But… 

A scowling toddler is staring at Alver. 

“Baby?”

*ignore*

Alver could see himself courting this baby with all he got. 

[**]

"Stupid Hyunnie! Stupid!" exclaimed Callen, punching the helpless teddy bear on Robbit's bed. The Second Brother prepared this for him whenever he came to play, but it appears that Teddy became a stress outlet. 

"You stupid moron!"

Robbit could only hopelessly watch his little brother murder the poor teddy as Callen continued to punch him. 

“Imbecile!”

Tired, Callen flopped on the bed and hugged the gold teddy. He was still sniffing while adorably hugging the teddy. 

He can hear Robbit sigh before leaving him to attend to some duties. There’s Ron following him, so that’s alright. 

Ugg. I despise tears. Why do my instincts always lead to tears? The stupid big brother should be killed!

He continued to mutter profanities after saying Alver's name. It was when he heard familiar footsteps and smelled something familiar in the room. 

He turned around with a scowl on his face. 

Alver is standing there with a soft apologetic smile on his face. 

“Baby?”

Who’s your baby? You yelled at me!

He frowned and ignored him as he turned his back on him. 

“Idiot… stupid…”

He continued to mutter profanities that were painful to the ears. 

“Callie?”

Callie, yourself!

Even though he can hear someone approaching, he does not turn around. 

“Hyunnie is sorry…”

“Yes… cause Hyunnie is an idiot…”

“Callie…”

“Moron…. Idiot…”

“Callie…” 

He was made to turn around. Alver was looking at him. Callen looked at his Hyunnie who lifted him in his arms and carried him. 

He felt a soft kiss planted on his temple. His back was rubbed gently. 

“Hyunnie, Idiot…”

"Yes... Hyunnie is a moron."

“Hyunnie, don’t believe Callie…”

"No... Hyunnie believes Callie, but Callie shouldn't say those things in public."

Ah. Now that I think about it, I could be executed for saying whatever I want.

  “Want to go home…”

Alver hummed and looked at Robbit. He patted his head and headed back to the Palace of Joy with the child in tow. 

“Hyunnie…”

“Hm?”

“Sorry…”

“Hyunnie should be sorry, not Callie.”

Kim Rok Soo got used to being the sassy little brother before this person. He can’t remember how he acted with everyone else before. 

“Hyunnie got angry… Callie is sorry…”

Another kiss was planted on his temple. 

“No... Hyunnie is not angry... Hyunnie was just surprised.”

The cute toddler raised his head and kissed  Alver’s cheeks. 

“We’re good?”

“Yes, we’re good…”

A cute giggle escaped Callen’s lips before he comfortably deposited himself in Alver’s arms. 

Alver, in turn, promised to himself, " This is the laughter that he wanted to protect." 

He planted another soft kiss on the boy's head while wrapping his arms protectively around him. He closed his eyes and said, "Sweet dreams." 

**

“Kill the Seventh Prince.”

“Yes… your Highness.”

TBC

AUTHOR: MY FAVORITE ANGST>>> 

Chapter Text

While watching his baby brother sleep, Alver traces his cheeks. 

So he's the God of Death's grandson. 

Deities do occasionally descend from the heavens. Apart from the fact that their father met Callen's mother when she was made a slave, he didn't get the full story because the king didn't know either. She was said to be the daughter of a fallen royalty, but after hearing the story, it's possible that she created a kingdom for herself, but due to war and the loss of her divine powers, she became human. 

Ridiculous. 

He couldn't believe his thoughts, but that's all he could think about right now. 

If Callen awakens, everyone will go after him. 

He needed to protect them at all costs. 

He remembered the thing that the king told him too: “Once a deity loses their power, they’ll die.”

What made his mother lose her power? What made her like that? No, who made her like that? 

“Hyunnie…”

He lovingly looked at his brother with a soft smile on his face. Callen groggily looked at him and scooted close to him. 

It was at times like this that Alver pity-broke this little brother. 

Unlike an unwanted dark elf, his race is something desired by people for power. 

He just wants to raise him like any other child. He wished he could be normal. Even though he knew Callen couldn't be as normal as everyone claimed, he hoped his childhood and life would be the same. 

He wished to watch over him as he pursued the life he desired. 

Having a place to go is like having a home. Having someone to love is the definition of family. And having both is a blessing.

Being a part of a family means being a part of something very special. It means that you will continue to love and be loved for the rest of your life.

Family isn't that important. It’s everything. He wanted to raise this child with that kind of thought. He wanted to raise him as loving and kindhearted as he is. 

The memories they will make with their family are everything.

The family will always be family. If they can't have that, they'll make their own and cherish it. 

He wanted to be certain that when the time came to let go of this child, he would not be sorry and that they would be happy. 

Callen, if the God of Death so desires, he can take this child away from him.

He looked down and gently cupped his brother's head in his palm, burrowing him deeper into his arms. He can hear his small hands clutching his clothes and a small chuckle escaping his lips. 

“Warm…”

Alver felt like crying. Just like any other child, they can’t choose their family. They are gifts, as he was to them. He was blessed with so many things in his life, even though some were taken from him. 

Love is patient. It's considerate. It never envies, boasts, or is even proud of itself. It never dishonors anyone or is self-seeking. It cannot be enraged. It keeps no records of wrongs. 

Love delights in the truth rather than the evil. It always protects, also trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres... It never fails and will never betray him. 

He wanted their family to be filled with that genuine love.

He'll prioritize his family over everything else in terms of what's important to him. 

He'll look after him. 

He'll keep them safe. 

The test of freedom makes him a free man for himself and by himself.

“Hyunnie…”

“Hm?”

“Sleep…”

He smiled and planted a kiss on his brother's forehead, “Yes, let’s sleep.”

**

Anyone would be happy to see a black-haired toddler riding his butler's shoulder and hugging his head. Yes. The adorable seventh prince is perched on Ron's shoulder. His small head was resting on Ron's head, and his arms were wrapped around his face, palms closed on his chin.

“Granny…”

“Yes?”

“Wanna go to Hyunnie…”

“His Highness is currently in a meeting.”

Callie barely huffs while naughtily destroying Ron’s hairstyle. 

However, the moment Callen sees Count Henituse, he begins to shake while perched on Ron's shoulder. 

“Grandpappy!”

He motioned to the Count, who had just emerged from the Hall with other nobles. They were the nobles from the neutral faction. 

The count smiled at him and approached, followed by other nobles. 

"You knew the prince?" the nobles asked Deruth.

"When my son came with me, he played with him..."

“What were they playing? He’s addressing you cutely...” the noblewoman asked. 

"Good day, Young Prince Seventh."

"How are you, Grandpappy? Is mommy with you?"

Count Henituse cooed at how cute the child was. He had two sons who were so stoic that he couldn't dote on them, but he'd just put it aside. 

"Unfortunately, Mommy has returned to the fief..."

Callen sighed, clearly dissatisfied. 

“House… Cale became his Mommy…”

Count Deruth didn’t want to see a child crying, so he made an offer, “Does Young Prince Seventh want to visit Mommy?”

Callen’s eyes twinkled. 

“I can?”

Whoa! I can go visit Black Tree then!

“Yes… But we have to ask for His Highness’ first prince and His Majesty’s consent first…”

Callen, determined to go there, smiled, “I’ll ask them! Tell Mommy, I’ll play with him there!”

“Yes, Yes… Your Highness…”

But… Callen’s want is not something he can get…

.

.

.

.

“WHY?!”

“You’re still young… I can’t go with you…”

Damn it. I didn’t think about my age!

Callen contemplated what his next move would be. 

I’ll do some diamond-award-winning acting with cherries on it! Let’s see if you can still refuse me!

Crocodile tears rolled down his cheeks. He walked to the side, clearly heartbroken, hugging the teddy bear he had taken from Robbit's palace. There were no sobs, only tears. His lips were pressed together in a cute pout. 

Of course, the useless simp felt heartache as he watched his brother cry silently. 

Of all the things he didn't want to see, seeing his little brother cry was at the top of the list.

“Baby?”

*ignore*

“Callie?”

Another crocodile tear had fallen into his eyes. 

Yes... Pity away. me, Hyunnie... My Hyunnie, give this baby brother your permission so that I can carry out my plan to make you king.

“Hah…”

Yes... a little more. 

“Alright…”

"Really?" he asked slowly, with a pout on his face.

"Yes... come here, and I'll wipe your tears..."

He obediently went to him. Callen was internally smiling when his brother wiped his tears. 

“You miss Mommy so much?”

“I miss Hyunnie too.”

Yes, I'm ready for pitiful brother gallantry!

"Hyunnie always leaves... Callie is lonely... Callie is not lonely when Mommy is here..."

Feel your conscience, Hyunnie! Pity this baby!!!

Kim Rok Soo knows that he has lost his mind while doing all these shenanigans, but it’s good to be spoiled. 

“Hyunnie is sorry… I’ll send you with people I can trust… Brother can’t come with you…”

“Granny… and noona…” (A/N: Noona here is Vicross XD)

Alver smiled and hugged him tightly as he continued with his work. Callen just leaned on him, and soon he heard him snoring. 

“Still a baby…”

“I… am… ba…by… *yawns*”

"What a bad breath..." Alver chuckles. 

"Not bad breath..." Callen frowns, leaning his cheek against Alver's chest.

Callie's breath was a little minty, mixed with baby drool. So it's milky and minty. It’s not bad breath, but Alver might get addicted to it. He just hopes that when he gets older, Callie won't have the same bad breath as the elderly. 

Four days later… 

Alver took Callen to Count Henituse’s carriage. 

“Behave there, Callie…”

“Yes!”

Alver kissed his cheeks and waved him goodbye. He’ll go to Henituse County as soon as his work is done. 

He can see his brother waving at him. 

However, he couldn’t shake the negative feeling brewing deep inside him. 

He needed to finish all his work and follow them. 

But… 

In just two weeks, Highness…

Vicross barge to his office…

“Callie!” The chef who called his brother’s name sounded alert, “His highness is missing.”

Alver felt the impending pain and dread fill his heart at that moment. 

“What did you say?”

TBC

Chapter Text

Callen's first day in Henituse County went as expected. It was even more boring than the Royal Palace, but the food here is fantastic!

"Cross-Hyun! I want that!" 

He'd never had anything like this before. Vicross is a good cook, but eating once in a while is also beneficial! 

His brother-cook gladly complied with his wishes and purchased every type of food available. He has yet to enter the Henituse Castle because he wanted to take a look around first. 

"Cross-Hyun... ah!" he says to the vicious chef. 

This chef will undoubtedly make an excellent husband candidate. Look at him faithfully and carefully, as if he were his child. Ron first went to the Henituse Castle to work with the Henituse's servant. 

He is not, however, vicious. Even though the book stated that this person could kill people with his torture devices, Vicross' hands were gentle and warm, just like Hyunnie's.

But wait…

He shouldn't have acted like a child with them, but he guessed his baby instinct is stronger than that. 

Be the good, innocent brother, Kim Rok Soo! 

The day passed by normally. Vicross finally told him to go to the Henituse Castle and rest. 

He obediently followed the man. 

The Count, pregnant Countess, Cale Henituse, and Bassen Henituse greeted them. 

Ron also greeted him and embraced him. 

"Hello, Grandpa!" He said cheerfully to the count, "mommy!" and then to Cale Henituse. 

"Greetings, Your Highness, Callen."

"Hello, Callie." 

He gestured with his arms that he wanted to be carried by Cale Henituse. Bassen grabbed his brother and pouted as Cale Henituse was about to carry him. 

So this is Bassen. Hoho. What a cute little brat! 

"Bassen?" Cale called out. 

Whoah!!! A jealous baby! 

As if he's not a baby. Now he wants to tease this little creature even more! 

"It's alright Bassen, it's his Highness Seventh Prince…"

"The boy Hyung-nim played with?" 

"Yes."

Strange. 

 Something’s strange about Cale Henituse. He watched the pair for a while, so Callen went to Vicross and got himself deposited in a very comfortable position. However, Cale Henituse's gaze still hasn’t left his. As if he’s waiting for him to be alone with him. 

That first night, however, was terrifying and difficult for him. 

"Why can't I sleep?" he wondered as he sat on the bed. Ron, who had come to take his clothes, sighed. "You can call your Hyunnie, My Lord," he said, placing a magical communication device on the table.

Do I miss him?

That is not possible. Kim Rok Soo was one of those who never attached himself to anyone. 

Anyway, he just used the mana bead Ron gave him to activate the communication device. He lay on the bed, bored until his brother answered his call. 

[*****]

He didn’t know that sleeping alone would become such a big deal for him. 

Alver can’t fucking fall asleep. 

He keeps staring at the ceiling, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. He continued to roll around, but instinct told him not to invade his baby's space. 

I didn't expect his absence to have such a big impact. So let's not let him go in the future. 

He’s worried. 

Is he already asleep? Perhaps not? Was he well-fed there? There shouldn't be any problems because Vicross is with him. 

He groans. “My baby sure loves to drive his Hyunnie crazy." 

He turned to face the wide space on the bed where his baby usually sleeps. 

It seems like only yesterday that Callen was cooing and drooling over his abs. The baby brother who used to fit in his arms is no longer able to walk on his own and run away while greeting him with a smile. 

He hadn't felt that emptiness in a long time. 

The constant company made him smile bitterly. 

"Perhaps I should prepare..." he said, "Callen wants to travel the world... I should get used to this."

Lies. He can never get used to it. 

Soon after, his communication device in his room rang. He slowly took it and activated it. A cute, frowning Callen on his huge bed was staring at him. 

He sat on the bed and placed the communication device in Callen's usual sleeping spot. 

"Hyunnie! I can't sleep!" exclaims the toddler . He had a cute pout on his face. He appears to be in tears and yawning, but he is unable to sleep. 

"Come home then," he said with a smile. He enjoys teasing his younger brother. Callen has a thing for gold, so he refuses to give him anything related to gold. It felt dangerous, and he wondered if he should work so hard if Callen had money waiting for him. 

"No, I still want to play with Mommy."

"All right... What were you doing with mommy?"

"Play... listen to history... oh, and grandma countess teaching me sculpture! I'll make a cute sculpture of Hyunnie," Callen excitedly told Alver, hugging and squeezing the golden chipmunk toy. 

The conversation went on and on. Alver had only just finished listening to his brother's story. When it's his turn, he tells him about his activities for the day. He was talking in the gentlest way when the sound of laughter and chuckles ended. He smiled as he saw his sleeping brother hugging the chipmunk toy. 

"Tired..." he said, smiling at the communication device. His brother was sound asleep. Perhaps his voice soothed him to the point where he relaxed when he heard him. 

"Sleep well, Callie," he said quietly. He watched his brother for a few more minutes before falling asleep as well. 

Hearing their voices was enough to put them to sleep. 

[****]

Cale Henituse was waiting for Callen the next morning when he awoke. He rubbed his eyes and smiled as if it was natural. Ron had already begun preparing his milk and Vicross, as well as a few small snacks, for breakfast. The two servants exited the room, leaving the ten and five-year-old children alone. 

“Callie.” 

“Yes?”

"I know you're not from here."

Kim Rok Soo's heart trembled when he heard that. He took a cautious look at Cale Henituse, who was staring him down. 

“I don’t like beating around the bush. I couldn’t say anything in the capital, but this is my territory.”

"Your appearance at the capital was unexpected..." said Callen, who had been suspicious from the start. Kim Rok Soo has read a book in his spare time. The birth of a hero’s book one. Now that he thought about it, this boy appeared as a minor villain. 

"You coming to the capital was unheard of... so... what do you want to know?" he said, looking at him.

"You're supposed to take my body, but you're reborn in that body," Cale Henituse said, "when there shouldn't be the Seventh Prince."

This seventh prince was either real but died, or he was created as a result of the god's gamble. 

"Even I don't know why I exist in this body..." he admitted, "but I don't intend to die in vain... My Hyunnie will miss me."

Cale Henituse chuckled. He sighs, "When I made the deal with the God of Death, I was ready to die then, but a variable appeared out of nowhere and that's you. I was surprised at first, but I didn't think he'd have a direct descendant and place you on his body."

"Wait a minute... what?"

"You don't know?" Cale Henituse asked. "It's not because you're part of Thames... I should've died by then if that's the case... But you... You're the God of Death's grandson."

That’s news. So the God of Death was a womanizer?

Inside his head, he can hear someone whining. Callen ignored it and returned his gaze to Cale Henituse. 

"So, what prompted you to strike such a deal?"

"Please assist me in saving this world and my family..."

That heartfelt request made Callen's heart flutter. 

"I... don't want to lose anyone anymore..."

"That has nothing to do with me..." said Callen. 

"It has," Cale Henituse said, "because the crown prince will die."

Callen had gone deafeningly quiet. He glared at Cale Henituse as if he had heard the most annoying joke. 

"Crucified, speared with earth, purified for being evil, the crown prince is a Dark-elf branded as a heretic by everyone. He will die... In the future, I know, he will die."

Callen recalled a dream in which a lifeless Alver Crossman stood before him. His limbs were spread wide open as if he was shielding someone. He recalls a dream in which his dead body was dragged and crucified with the Church of the God of the Sun's holy sword.

"You saw it too, didn't you?" Cale Henituse asked, "That future that speaks of death... The future that you can change. Isn't he important to you?"

Is he significant to me?

Even Callen was confused. 

"You can think about it; you have plenty of time..."

"What about you?" Kim Rok Soo inquired. He won't interfere; all he wanted was to place Alver on the throne. He had no idea Alver was connected to the story he had started on a whim. He had no idea that his brother was a hero who would soon be betrayed by the world. 

Cale Henituse only smiled at him and said, “I have a family to protect.”

Kim Rok Soo had fallen silent at the utterance of the word family. Cale Henituse seemed resolved as he smiled at him. 

Ron and Vicross knocked and entered the room. 

However, Kim Rok Soo, who heard the most absurd thing said, “Cale Henituse…”

The boy who would call the redhead mommy spoke his name. Even the count who came to lead the little prince stopped outside. 

“Who is family to you?”

That question made everyone silent. 

"Because I didn't understand what it meant to be a family." Neither relationship was foreign to him. 

Kim Rok Soo spent his previous life running from his abusive uncle and orphanage director like a dead rat. He had no one to turn to, and the only thing he could do was survive and work his tail off to make ends meet. 

Was Alver family?

He had no idea. 

But he recognizes that he cannot ignore and abandon the child who protected him as an infant. 

"It's happiness, Your Highness," Cale Henituse said with a genuine smile.

Hearing that, he was reminded of a red-haired person standing in front of him. He was holding a black sword and shielding someone with his broken body. 

[Make a deal with me.]

[will everyone live?]

[i’ll make it so, that everyone will live… so make a deal with me.]

Cale Henituse was rushing to reach out to him when he awoke. 

A memory of him falling over a tall wall came to mind. 

He had previously read an ancient text about the god of death. 

He sees deaths that will occur in the future. 

He looked around, but everything went dark. He can hear Ron's voice and Vicross's concerned tone. He can feel the ruthless hands grabbing him in the dark. 

Dark Magic. He had read them but never thought they existed. 

"We meet again, Your Highness..."

He was dragged somewhere in front of everyone, and he was ruthless and vicious enough to fight. His hand miserable didn’t reach Cale Henituse’s hand. 

Damn! Damn! Damn it!

He let down his guard. 

"We've already got the Prince..."

Callen resisted the urge to vomit. It's cold outside. There was an eerie silence in the area where they were. 

"Kill him or feed him to the Forest of Darkness monsters." 

That tone. 

"Haha..." Callen laughed, "Third Queen, what do you think you're doing?"

Her voice, as usual, irritates me. It’s like the voice of a tone-deaf parrot trying to sing. 

His memory contains one specific item. 

A golden hair man and a swordsman. 

[You're going to be fine, Baby.]

There goes the voice again. 

[After all, a god can't be killed.]

Except for a god. 

TBC

Chapter Text

Every day would've been normal if it hadn't been for a worrywart first prince, who was constantly spacing out, staring blankly, and sighing. 

Everyone thanked Robbit for bringing that prince back to earth after he had missed his Callie so much. 

"It appears you are the only one who misses your baby..."

“Maybe he got so used to the count's house that he forgot about his beloved Hyunnie.”

"You bastard, just do your paperwork," Alver said, glaring at Robbit, who gave him a shitty smile.

When Callen reaches the age of five on the day of his birth, he will be chosen as Crown Prince. That is why the other princes are preoccupied with their tasks, particularly cultivating relationships with noble houses. He doubts Callen would understand all of this. He’d think he’ll just play house with the Henituse kid. 

"Antonio will become your most trusted advisor."

"We've been friends since we were kids... but I don't think he is..."

"At the very least, look after him... Gyerre Duchy will help you solidify your position."

Robbit abruptly came to a halt. Their works were nearly identical to the First and Second Princes. However, compared to Alver, Robbit is still the son of the King and a noblewoman. Although the current Queen is the Third Prince's mother, Robbit's Maternal family wields considerable power. 

"However, you will become king."

"Robbit," he said, "that was just a passing blabber of a child."

He gave his brother a friendly smile. He was well aware of Callen's foresight. It was a terrifying power that everyone inside the palace desired. Predicting who will and will not become king will determine the throne struggle. 

Alver could tell that Callen wasn't lying. He can trust his words, but not the people around him. Callen’s the only one that’s left to him once the Crown Prince Selection starts.

“Hyung.”

“Hm?”

“Can’t you ask Count Henituse to support you?” Robbit worriedly asked. 

His concern is understandable; after all, he is the only one without the support of a noble house. The majority of the nobles support the third prince and other princes. Count Henituse, who can compete with the nobles, is expressing neutrality. 

“I can’t…”

Because… 

"It's the only family I feel comfortable leaving that child with."

If the worst were to happen, the neutral house would be the only safe place he could send Callen in the future. 

"You," Robbit exclaimed, "looked more like his father than an older brother."

Alver smiled. He stood up and patted Robbit on the shoulder. "If I can't become king, I'll go with Callen and travel the world, but I need to put someone trustworthy on it."

He made the decision not to believe in fate. 

*knock! knock!*

"Your Highnesses, the King has summoned all the princes."

Alver and Robbit rose to their feet. 

"We'll be there..."

They exchanged glances and took note of each other's desires.

"If... Hellion becomes king..." Robbit said quietly, "all of us will perish; if not me... That crown should belong to Hyung-nim..."

"You're still thinking about what that brat said," Alver laughs as he approaches the door. 

"Not at all, Hyung-nim..."

Alver paused. 

"You were born to rule... I knew it since we were kids."

Those genuine words escaped. Alver turned to face the kingdom's third-in-command, Robbit.

"That future where we all lived... was one of the most incredible dreams I've ever imagined you'd realize..."

Because I wouldn't know what it's like to have a family if it weren't for you. Alver despises genuine awkward shits the most, and Robbit wanted to say it aloud. He simply smiled reassuringly and promised to help him become King of Rowoon. 

After the power struggles, he was the only brother who remained interested in him. 

He was the only person inside the palace who allowed him to smile and laugh as he pleased. 

It was this person who stood in front of him. 

"Whether they like it or not, everyone that fate brings together must part at some point," Robbit said. "But you were different, Hyung-nim. One may have very different wishes than others, but one should not reveal everything in their heart because if everyone believes it, it becomes the truth, and I believe in you."

I thought you were everything this kingdom had to offer.

Alver looked at his brother. He motioned for him to come by opening his arms. He patted his head lightly, as he does for Callen. 

"You are truly my brother... you have a special way with words."

Robbit looked at him as if he'd gone insane. 

"Brother... I'm serious... If you need him—"

"I have no intention of realizing my dream at your expense."

Robbit fell silent. 

"You and Callen are my brothers," he said, "and I'll do what needs to be done without losing sight of its significance."

Alver recognized Robbit, who had grown close to him, as a good person. 

"Most people who make the wrong choice regret it for a long time but eventually forget, but there are those who are forever haunted by their regrets," he continued, "I don't want you to regret... someday, you'll understand why you have to fight for the throne and why I'm not stopping you..."

It was the only way they could survive. 

If they banded together, people would notice. 

If they work together, others will try to break them. Make them betray each other. 

Once one of them is on the throne, regret will consume them. Regret that the person sitting there was a disappointment and a shame. 

They may or may not judge that the person sitting there is not cut out for it. 

"However," Alver continued, "I will request that you protect that child at all costs."

He was the reason the two of them remained brothers, despite their bloodlines repelling each other. 

"I wish you luck," Alver said as he patted his head, "but no matter what happens, if you still look at me as an older brother, I will always be here. For you are always my little brother."

Dance like no one is watching. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Sing like no one is listening. Work like you don’t need money and live every day as if it were their last.

The palace is not a place where they can cry. 

It’s not a place where they can be true to themselves. 

What he wants might not be what Robbit wants. 

Despite the scorns and snide remarks, Alver believed they had done their job. They don't have to grovel to anyone. If he couldn't become king, or if the heavens had changed their fate, he hoped Robbit would be the one to take it, not anyone else. 

He looked at his brother and patted his shoulder. This is what everything was supposed to be. 

People will be repulsed by his race because he is a dark elf. If he ever becomes king, Robbit will be his sole heir. 

“Let’s go and meet, His Majesty.” 

Upon entering Rowoon's castle hall. All of the princes had already taken their seats. Alver and Robbit took the seat directly beneath the King's throne. 

"It appears that the Seventh Prince is absent," smirked Third Prince Hellion, "Did he not know that this concerns him?"

"The Seventh Prince is in Henituse County; his Majesty granted him permission to visit the county; or are you objecting to his Majesty's order?" Robbit asked.

Hellion was quiet. The Seventh Prince appears to have been favored ever since the prophetic revelation he made previously.

"It appears that you're both working on this, even going so far as to send him after he revealed his abilities."

"Those were just a child's words," Alver said.

"Hah..." Hellion smirked, "you've grown confident since he said you'd be king."

The atmosphere suddenly descended. 

Alver paused for a moment before crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hand, "Well, were you afraid?"

Hellion appeared impatient now that Alver had asked that question. 

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"How else should I look at you?" asks Alver.

For the first time in history, the silver-tongued first prince is being blunt. 

"You know what, Hellion, you can insult and berate me all you want... but never touch that child."

"You've become quite blunt, haven't you?"

"Don't look for death," Alver said with a smile. "Death will find you."

“Are you threatening me?”

“I am telling you... Don’t. Touch. That. Child.”

They're brothers, but Hellion isn't someone he can rely on.

People still treat their brothers in this manner. What has the world come to? Fame. Greed. They're tossing something far more valuable. 

Regardless of how long he has lived, he will never understand what family means—but Callen is a different story. 

If Alver's mind had wandered before, one child had brought him back with a smile. S

"Hellion..." he asked, "Have you ever let yourself soak despite having an umbrella?"

The entire hall fell silent when he asked that question. Even the butlers were baffled. Only Robbit appears to have understood what he meant. 

"Your silence implies that you did not."

“You…”

“It means you can’t be someone who’d share it with.”

This suddenly hit Hellion. 

It was pleasant to wander in a sile. It would be amazing to sail without a map.

There are times when someone refuses to share what is theirs. 

They, the princes, have always been thought to be powerful. If they begin to rely on someone, they will be concerned that that person will abandon them. 

However, it’s wrong. 

Nobody will stay with someone who pretends to be too strong. People will leave because they believe you don't require them. If you're struggling, you should admit it. You should seek comfort from others as well.

Only those who have experienced pain can truly comprehend it.

Alver knew Hellion would not share his umbrella with them. He knew they would perish if he ascended to the throne. He noticed Robbit staring at him. Even though his eyes were looking at him, they seemed to be looking elsewhere. 

Why am I so obsessed with happiness?

It was because of those smiles that he was able to take that position. 

“Hyung-nim…”

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to live in a peaceful and blissful Rowoon?" 

So what if they were miserable at times? It’s natural to struggle and get hurt. 

Words are always easier to say than silence. Silence can convey more than fancy words.

There is no such thing as an ideal life. Unexpected accidents occur and irreversible mistakes are made as they live.

Every time they fall and are hurt in life, they must change for the better...either by learning about the pains of others or by maturing a little more.

Alver intends to give Callen and this family only the best and happiest things. 

He wanted it so no unnecessary blood would spill. 

“You are kind, Hyung-nim.”

Robbit's expression softens. The princes also looked at Alver, who declared that if he becomes king, they will be spared. 

"Why are you saying the words that I want to hear?" asked the fourth prince. 

The empty promises and words that forced them all into a corner were caught by Alver’s words. 

The fifth prince continued, “I want to be a mage. Would Hyung-nim allow me to do so?”

The sixth prince also smiled bitterly and asked, “Would we even be able to live if we shared that umbrella with you?”

Alver did not expect them to say this. 

"Then work hard for it," he said with a smile.

He is encouraging them to fight for what they truly desire. He didn’t tell them to stop dreaming. Instead, he advises them to be truthful. 

"Was the Seventh Prince raised like that?" inquired the Sixth Prince Isis. "Can I play with him sometime?"

It was a brother who just wanted to spend his day with his family as usual. 

Robbit laughed, “Get ready to have your name murdered and your wealth go to the bottom.”

The never-before-heard-of discussion about filial bonds began. Hellion grumbled and remained silent on the sidelines as the younger princes became enthralled with some punk. 

Alver was pleased. 

The succession issue was brought up once the King arrived. None of the princes declined to participate. They were, however, thinking differently when they took part. 

Place someone on the throne who can safeguard their dreams.

Once the meeting ended, Hellion passed by Alver and said, “Enjoy what little time you have.”

Alver remained silent and decided to ignore him. 

It was when the palace doors opened, Vicross huffing and puffing. Having heard what he had said. Alver quickly left the palace and organized his men to travel to Henituse County. 

“Haha.” He hears that ominous laughter. The third prince was standing with a shrewd smile on his face. 

Hellion! He cursed but Callen’s safety comes first. 

He will deal with him once succession begins. 

TBC

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"Kill him or feed him to the Forest of Darkness monsters." 

That tone. 

"Haha..." Callen laughed, "Third Queen, what do you think you're doing?"

Her voice, as usual, irritates me. It’s like the voice of a tone-deaf parrot trying to sing. 

His memory contains one specific item. 

A golden hair man and a swordsman. 

[You're going to be fine, Baby.]

There goes the voice again. 

[After all, a god can't be killed.]

Except for a god.

"You know what... It's better if you keep your head down before death comes calling."

The strength of monarchy lies not in the rights it guarantees, but in the people's willingness to assert them whenever they are ignored or violated. If all rights do is embellish and impress, they are nothing more than weapons on the wall. Rights, like weapons, must promise protection. When they are used by those who are not afraid to assert them, they become truly meaningful and fulfill the role assigned to them in a free society.

"You and that bastard third prince will have the worst death," Callen said.

He bit the masked man's hand and jumped off the highest wall. 

He had no one to trust right now, and he knew he couldn’t control the power that was currently building up inside him. 

"After him!"

He expertly removed the ropes from him. His previous life as Kim Rok Soo aided this kind of thing. He may not be able to fight, but he is capable of defending himself. He fell to the ground with minor injuries after using the bushes beneath the wall as cushions. He looked up, assessed the situation, and dashed towards the most silent area. If it's silent, it means there are no monsters or beings after him. He can hear footsteps frantically following him. 

The bottom of the wall held horror. The game of tag with hide and seek began. Callen didn't have time to clutch his head with both hands or scream in agony. Survival was the only thing that came to mind at that horrifying moment. 

He can hear creaking sounds and see the faces of goblins and small monsters greeting him. Their appearance consisted of various colors and several horrifying features, such as intestines dangling from their face. Their eyes were either red or black. He stood motionless for a few seconds, each breath small and fragile, followed by small gasps. 

He covered his mouth. Their eyes widened slightly, mostly in surprise, but there was a hint of fear on their faces as they looked at him. 

They bowed their heads. 

All of the survivors of the Forest of Darkness bowed to him. 

"What?" he asked, his voice soft and muffled. He watched them make a way for him. 

He took a deep breath and stepped into the dark soil. 

"He’s here!" 

One of the goblins attacked the assassin. The rest of the creatures followed suit. 

Callen realized how much power he possessed as a demigod. It's terrifying. It’s omnipotent. 

He stopped himself from curling up with a gasp of light. He could hear the sound of swords and feral growls filling the area. attacking each other. 

He slammed his hand against his chest and ran deep into the night. The creatures he encountered all bowed and bowed to him. The creatures of darkness respected him and protected him as he ran for his life. 

It’s terrifying. 

He possessed terrifying power. 

It was almost as if he were a terrifying presence in this world. 

However, his will to survive triumphed over his fear. He stumbled on his feet, his eyes tightly shut, due to the white moonlight. He slowly opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light that was circling him. 

[Wake up.]

He slowly raised his head and stared at the black lake in front of him. He quietly crept into the lake, finally able to walk across it. 

But that painful moonlight was glaring at him, almost screaming. 

He knew he had to get out of there—or, at the very least, find someone to help him. 

"Hyunnie," he said softly as he stared at the full moon. 

The black mana is gradually curling up to his feet. He felt suffocated. He felt like dying. 

However, one person remained in his mind as he stared into the bright darkness. 

Something inside of him was shattering. Inside his head, a loud buzz rang, and everything near the black lake roared as if it were about to break everything and grab him. 

In the middle of the lake, he stood there blackly. He can hear the grunts and gasps getting closer. But the voice inside his head became even louder. 

[Wake up.]

Someone from behind grabbed him. He took a look and managed to peek over and realized the assassins have finally reached out to him. 

Death. It was his power. 

He looked at him and smiled. His small hands reached out to the assassin’s cheeks. 

The black mana suddenly swirled around him, dancing like a thousand blades as it ripped the assassin's head off its body. The others who were watching trembled at their feet. Silver-white hair, and reddish-brown eyes that glistened in the moonlight. 

The assassin ripped the knife from his side and dashed up to the child in the middle of the black lake. The first thing he did was ram the knife into the boy who had killed his worker. The boy's blood splattered all over himself as a result of the impact. Everyone smiled triumphantly. 

Callen's heart pounded so fast and so hard inside his chest that he had never felt anything like it before. He liked it. He’s not feeling pain anymore. 

"M-monster!" screamed the man who had stabbed the boy. The blood dripping from his wound was gradually transforming into a sword. 

The second head landed on the floor, careful not to touch his blood. Callen stood there watching as the black mana devoured the dead bodies, turning them into two rotting corpses. He sat down beside them, his gaze fixed on the scuffs on their uniforms. 

"Aigoo, why would she work with rebels of all people?" 

He smirked. “What am I going to do with this?”

He murmured and gazed into the dead's eyeholes. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and more blood poured out of his mouth. He knew he was hungry because he hadn't eaten since the morning, but there was no way he'd eat these corpses. 

He remembered this hunger. In his previous world, he used to scavenge for food. He would take anything and bring it to his mouth, where he would bite small pieces. He let the taste linger in his mouth for a minute or two before swallowing it and taking another slightly larger piece. This time, he felt a different kind of abundance than he had before. 

Yet… 

He craves blood and death. 

Death will follow his lead. He was sure of it. 

He stood up and looked at the remaining people after him. He had an eerie smirk. He raised his hand, commanding the force waiting for him when—

*bathumped*

He coughed blood and all power he mustered vanished in an instant. 

[You still can’t handle it. I’ll take over.]

His awareness was drawn back. He looked up to see the same white-haired man standing in front of him, but his face was clear. He was handsome and cool. With his wide back turned on him, he exuded the regal air of a war veteran. 

[You are still quite young. But that's all right. Allow Grandpa to look after you for a little while. [Watch and learn.]

That tone bothered him. 

His small body, however, was suddenly filled with enormous power. 

[Remember, this is the power of Death.]

The power to command death and the dead. It wasn't quite the same as a necromancer, but the man in front of him has complete command of death's raging force. As if it was his friend. 

[How ironic, isn't it? ]

What is the irony here?

[The entity that took your loved ones is now your power.]

Callen clenched his teeth when he heard that. 

[However, you can control more than just death.]

He was anticipating what this person would say to him, but—

[This time... you get to choose who to spare and who to kill.]

Searing pain ran through Callen's body before he could comprehend what this man meant. His entire body exploded with blood. He struggled to his feet, and all of his blood vaporized into the air like red petals. He notices a clean and untouched black sword in the man's hand. His mind was filled with psychopathic thoughts. He should have been disturbed, but seeing all the deaths that would occur during this period made him happy. 

The fraction of pain inflicted on him by those cretins. 

It happened so quickly. He can only see a white shard of a soul floating in space. 

He grabbed it and said, "I'll send it to eternal punishment." He was aware of his twisted nature, but he couldn't live like this. 

[Right... Live your life the way you want. Your helper is here. You should sleep for a while, once you wake up, everything will be alright.]

Callen staggered and felt sleepy. He dozed off in God's arms. 

***

Meanwhile… 

[dangsini yogi innayo] (you’re here?)

The God of Death in Callen’s body asked. The single lifer he sent here to stay by this child’s side is finally before them. Even before he could unleash his power, this swordsman was able to wipe the enemies away. A golden dragon was also hovering above with its wings proudly spread in the night. 

<dangsineun nuguimnikka.> (Who are you?)

The god smiled and said, [i aireul jikyojuseyo, yogisobuto ganeun gireul alryojulge ] (please protect this child, I’ll give you a path from here.)

The young man looked at him. However, Callen’s body still couldn’t handle the power of the God of Death. 

“Take care of him.” 

[jebalryo (I beg you)] The god of death continued, [nugungaga got i aireul chajeuro ol kkosida geuttaekkaji geureul jikyojuseyo (someone will soon come for this child. Until then, please protect him.)]

The god of death finally vacated Callen’s body, but he still held the child’s consciousness to give him a seal. For this child to live the life he wants, he has to live like a human. 

The swordsman took the child in his arms and covered him with his dirty cape. The moonlight created a path. 

The black-haired swordsman remained motionless. 

"I am Eruhaben, the dragon sent by the gods to guide him," the golden-haired man explained, pointing to the child. The golden dragon understood that the black-haired man was tasked with protecting the child in his arms. 

“I shall follow then.”

**

When the First Prince Alver Crossman arrived, the Henituse Knights, led by Cale Henituse, were about to scale the great wall. 

“Your Highness.”

Alver Crossman punched the wall and ripped a hole in it before Cale Henituse could say anything. The prince was about to enter when they heard footsteps approaching. 

A man with black hair and a man with golden hair. 

In the arms of the man with black hair, a familiar black-haired child came into view. 

Alver Crossman wasted no time in approaching the pair. His arms were extended, reaching out to his younger brother. 

“Callen!”

That name rang out in the darkness. 

The black-haired man looked at the golden-haired man and let him embrace his brother. 

The Golden Haired man greeted, "It is a pleasure to meet the young sun of Rowoon Kingdom." 

A voice-canceling barrier appeared out of nowhere. 

"I am the dragon summoned by the gods... and this man... is said to protect him."

Hearing that. 

"What exactly do you mean?"

"I'm just doing what the heavens want..."

A dragon who should never be allowed to intervene is in front of him. 

These people's appearances were no mistake. 

Alver looked at his younger brother. He was both relieved and terrified. 

He was relieved to know he was still alive. 

He's terrified of the future he'll face. 

He wanted to refute it. 

Yet…

He realized how helpless he was because the gods arranged people for him. 

The child is favored by gods.

TBC

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[Awake?]

The handsome white-haired man spoke the moment he opened his eyes. His consciousness appears to be still locked down. 

[It'll be fine, your brother is here, and I've blackmailed someone to guard you, and there's a strong swordmaster who will protect you.]

That's a dangerous combination.

[I may not be able to visit you for a while.]

The man sounded depressed, but he still smiled softly. 

[Do not leave your house during the new or full moon. Don't slack off for the time being; you should exercise. You won’t be able to control your power if you slack now.]

Callen moaned. 

[However, when you're older, you'll be able to do whatever you want. I’ll see you soon, son.]

When Callen awoke, he was greeted by the familiar Palace of Joy ceiling. He groaned, rubbed his eyes, and yawned. He remembered being kidnapped and fleeing to the outskirts of the Forest of Darkness, jumping over a wall. 

He blankly stared at the ceiling and noticed the hand touching his forehead. 

“Hyunnie?”

Alver was sitting on the chair by the bed. He had been holding his hand and patting his forehead. 

"How do you feel?"

"Fine... now that I've seen Hyunnie's lovely face."

Alver, on the other hand, was not smiling at all. He could feel a strong tug on his chest. He gripped his brother's hands tightly and smiled reassuringly at him. 

Alver slowly supported him, allowing him to sit on his lap and lean on him. His arms wrapped protectively around Callen's back and waist. A gentle kiss was planted on the child's head. Alver reached for the glass of water and drank from it. 

It's delicate and gentle. 

Just the scent of this person lulls him to sleep. 

“Do you feel sick?”

"No... Grandpa told me in my dreams that I'd be fine when I woke up... But not to leave the house when the moon is new and full."

In his dreams, Grandpa. Alver pondered. It could be the God of Death. He was filled with rage and the desire to smack that god on the head for putting Callen in danger. He is, however, the one who saved his brother when he took over this child's small body just as it was about to burst from Death's power. 

The guardian dragon informed him of this. 

Callen possessed both evil and divine power. 

Unlike a necromancer, who commands the dead, Callen's power was death itself. 

He knew because an ancient book had recorded it. 

The God of Death was a powerful being who did not require believers. His power was founded on death itself. Every living being in this world gives the God of Death absolute power. Callen, on the other hand, appears to be conversing with an old man rather than a god. He’s even stronger than the gods of the Sun and War. 

But haven't gods died before? Only after death can a person become a god. Is the god of death different from them?

While there are no records of how the God of Death ascended to divinity, he suspects he is a god who transcended world laws and ascended with his flesh and blood. 

Callen would not be here if that were the case. 

He sighed and became aware of the weight in his arms. Callens dozed off once more. It must have been difficult to wield the power of death. 

“Ron.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

"Go to the Ministry of Astronomy, tell them to give you a list of when the moon is new and full, to avoid suspicion, also ask for auspicious days, and if they ask why, tell them that I have to plan a set of activities."

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Also…”

Ron paused. 

"How is that swordsman's language?"

"Everything is going well, Your Highness; he's easy to teach."

"Good... I was planning on making him a knight."

"Do you intend to put him by Lord Seventh's side?"

"Yes... He must serve his purpose, as that is why he was brought close to this child."

The God of Death must’ve planned something if he’s taking everything to the extreme. Someone might be after the child or not, or this child is bound to do something that would concern the world. 

“You are dismissed after you’ve completed the task.”

“I shall tell Vicross to prepare some food for Lord Seventh when he wakes up. I shall take my leave now, Your Highness.”

Alver rose to his feet and nodded. He tucked Callen back into bed while slipping into it himself. He deposited the child close to him and sighed. 

He can't continue like this. 

He must become the crown prince to protect this child from those who seek his death. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent that had soothed him for years. 

[**]

Callen looked at the two people in front of him. 

A man with golden hair and a man with black hair. 

Wow! "GOLDIE!" He has the appearance of gold! Even the great dragon shivered in fear as his eyes twinkled so brightly. That terrifying smile is dangerous!

"He's Eruhaben. He'll come to the palace once in a while. He'll be your new teacher," Alver said, shaking his head and patting his head. 

“How about him?” He pointed at a black-haired person. 

“He’ll be your new knight. He’ll take care of you. His name is Choi Han.”

Both of them bowed before him but didn’t say a word. Alver dismissed them. Eruhaben left, while Choi Han took the side where knights usually stand. 

Callen looked at him. The man is not smiling at all. Alver was also looking at Callen, who appeared to be preoccupied with something. 

The boy jumped down and took the cookie from the platter. 

“Down!” 

Choi Han was confused at first, but he leaned down. Callen hands over the cookie. The swordsman looked at the prince. But the prince’s soft expression made his worry disappear. He opened his mouth and ate what the little prince gave him. Small hands patted his head, “Good! Callie will be in your care!”

The swordsman was shocked, but soon had a small smile on his face. 

“I’ll be in Lord Callie’s care too.” 

Anyway, the case about his kidnapping was wrapped up pretty fast. Callen suspected that the King tried to cover up the mess created by the Third Queen. There were countless palace knights outside the Palace of Joy, and the security was doubled. 

But… 

Another BUT!

Callen's smile widened when he noticed his brother Ribbit staring stupidly at one of the ladies from the Third Queen's tea party. He looked like an idiot. 

“Hoho.”

Alver, who was standing beside him, smiled as he looked where he was looking.

"Someone appears to be in love."

"Hey, hey, Hyunnie... Let's make a bet," Callen suggested. "Brother Ribbit will be dumped four times."

How heinous. Alver simply shook his head, certain that his second brother's charismatic royal aura would entice a large number of women. 

"You're not going to make a mess for you, Brother Ribbit."

Callen laughed. 

"No way, Brother Ribbit! He'll be dumped four times!"

"Hah," Alver suppressed his laughter. He forgot that his baby has the power of foresight. 

His youngest brother is currently jinxing his older brother's love life. 

“Hyunnie, when will I be able to go out?”

"You can go out tomorrow; his majesty has already assigned knights to you, so it'll be fine," Alver said, despite the fact that Choi Han would be adequate protection for Callen. 

"Can I go play in the garden?"

“But don’t jinx Brother Ribbit’s love life, alright?”

“Hihihi.”

"Don't laugh like that, your Brother Ribbit will surely suspect," he laughed, his face bright with delight. 

Callen kept laughing as if he was having fun, but he needed to go to the royal library before he could stop his brother from screwing things up. That girl should marry his second brother. Their fates are tied. 

That afternoon, he went to the royal library. He was reading a cheesy romance novel from the forbidden section in order to learn how to woo his beloved brother Ribbit.

"Hm. I didn't think I could see people's relationships... I thought I could only see death," he reflected. 

Someone entered the library not long after. The King and the Third Queen were there. Callen remained silently on the second floor. Stacks of books kept him hidden from the king and queen. He noticed their unfavorable expression. 

Third Queen, "Do you intend to keep that cursed child in the palace?"

"You're calling my five-year-old son a curse?" Zed Crossman asked.

The queen was enraged and fired back at the king. Zed Crossman was standing his ground and speaking back to the queen. 

The banter continued until Zed Crossman issued his ultimatum: "One more move from you, and I'll remove you from your seat. The crown prince will be chosen by the people, not me. You understand? If you want Hellion to become king, make him work for it, not you making underhanded moves on my children."

"How shameless?" snarled the third queen. "Who was the one who rose from his position by murdering his siblings? Isn't that you?"

"It was for the best at the time, but this time..." Zed Crossman paused and glared at her, "They princes are making their own choices; stop meddling in the Crown's affairs."

“You will regret this.”

In a rage, the third queen turned around and stormed out of the library. Callen stood up and looked at his so-called father, who sighed as if he was lost. 

"You ought to make Brother Ribbit's mother queen."

Zed Crossman took a step back. 

"As long as that woman sits on the Queen's throne, none of us will live in silence."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm reading a book to pass the time because I'm bored inside the palace."

“Callen.”

The child decides to ignore the king by picking up another book. 

The king remained silent. He climbed the stairs and took a seat next to his youngest son. Callen sat on the floor, surrounded by countless romance novels.

"It's not healthy for your age."

"I require something to assist brother Ribbit."

“Is the second prince in love?”

"How can he not?"

The king was silenced as a result of Callen's question. 

"You loved her too, right?" The innocent question made the older man look befuddled, "Hyunnie's mother, that is."

Zed Crossman sighed and looked down at his five-year-old son. He matured far too quickly. At this age, children should be having fun and playing, but this child's life is filled with assassination attempts and problems. 

"Won't you ask if I adore your mother?"

“I won’t.”

“Why?”

"Because I know Hyunnie's mother was your one and only love," fate tells Callen. 

The king had fallen silent once again. 

"You're trying to be close to me, right?" Callen inquired again. "Because there's no way I'll want the throne, and you at least want to be a good father and devote all your attention to me instead of us."

"The Royal Family is not a place where you can be close to your own..."

"No... because you made it this way," Callen said, looking at him, “Lord father will never save me. It’s the throne, you’re going to save. So don’t come near me. Don’t get to close to me. Don’t make me hope that you’ll cherish and adore me.”

“Callen.”

“Hyunnie said you’re still father… but I don’t think you are…”

Despite his best efforts to keep them by their side. It won't make a difference if he keeps them at a safe distance. 

"What's the point of protecting us if you're just going to throw us for the household?" Callen replied, "I knew it... Neither I nor Hyunnie should be king, but Hyunnie will still become king. You're trying to shut Hyunnie down, right? Because someone with darkness can't become king... but don't you know? It's someone with a dark heart who can't become a king."

Zed Crossman shook his head. Callen stood up and hugged the book in his arms. 

"Hyunnie said we should live somewhere where we'd be accepted." 

"Isn't that a wonderful dream?" Callen asked the King, smiling.

“You’re going to create a place for you to live?”

Callen bitterly smiled, “You still don’t understand us…”

Callen shook his head and continued, “Well, it’s up to you whether you understand or not. But I do hope that if you want to cherish me, cherish us all. That way, we’ll at least have a place in this place of utter damnation.”

Callen departed, leaving the poor king alone in the library. 

He did not, however, expect to see his Hyunnie standing outside the door. Alver Crossman smiled bitterly. 

"Hyunnie..." He raised his free hand, requesting to be carried. 

Alver took him in his arms and smiled at him. 

“What did you find?”

"Oh, Benedict Crossman's book..."

As he walked back to their palace with the knight in tow, Alver smiled. 

The king, who had just emerged from the library, stood nearby, watching them walk away.

He understood what Callen was saying, but he still gave his child his prejudice. 

"Trying to create an environment in which everyone can live freely."

It was a wonderful dream. 

Yet… He can’t openly support it. 

He still has the duty to choose their family rather than the world.

TBC

PS. I feel shitty so might drop some angst or gore in my other fics. 

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 "Oh my God, Callen! Please don't meddle in my affairs!" 

Robbit cried helplessly, making chicken noises with his mouth. His baby brother stormed into his room, dragged him out of bed, and made him run around his palace to gain muscle. Take note of his pajamas! Such a disgrace for a prince like him!

"You need muscles, Brother Ribbit! Girls love muscles!" 

"I've got muscles!" 

"You call those muscles?! At least have one like Hyunnie's! Bulky meaty muscles!" Callen even stood on his seat while pointing out his muscles, which mimicked Alver's. 

"Callen!" 

Callen was holding a small stick and enjoying a cup of tea with the second queen, Amiah. Choi Han was also running with the second prince. 

"Lord Seventh, this is quite refreshing," Amiah remarked as she watched her son play. She had always tried to get her son to move around rather than drown in paperwork, but only his younger brother was able to make him do so. 

"Of course, Auntie, Callie would love to have a baby nephew!" 

That sounds so wrong and foreboding. 

"Then you'll need 5 sets of push-ups, 5 sets of squats, and 5 sets of curl-ups!" 

"Please, Callen!" 

"But grandpa Benedict said that to woo a woman, you must have an able body!" Callen pokes his cheeks. 

"Who the hell is Grandpa Benedict anyway?" Robbit responds. He had no idea who the person was who was ruining his life right now. 

"Aigoo! Does Brother Ribbit want to be executed for blasphemy?! If you don't know Grandpa Benedict VI, you should go back and study history!"

Robbit frowned as Callen addressed Benedict VI as if he were a commoner. It's the man who is credited with establishing his harem and laying the groundwork for inner courts. He just grumbled his way through the remaining laps. 

The second queen continued to mock her son, who had been defeated by his younger brother. Robbit had been spending his free time with this child since he was born, she knew. It was also the child that the concubines hoped to adopt to elevate their social standing. But she never expected his straight-up-serious son to be this cute and daring in front of his younger brother. 

"Seeing how you're doing, First Prince did an excellent job raising you," she admitted. 

"Hm. Hyunnie isn't the only one who raised Callie; there's also brother Ribbit!" Cale chirps as he watches his brother huff in such a pitiful manner. 

When Amiah heard that, he was taken aback. The young's tone conveyed no hint of deception. It was sincere to the point where she questioned her hearing. 

"You need to get used to it, Brother Ribbit."

"Give me... a... huff... a break..."

"Aigoo, no girl will like you because you're a lazy boy!" 

"Are you my little brother or what?" 

"I am Brother Ribbit's lovely little brother... but Brother Ribbit is currently useless! At this rate, you'll be dumped a hundred times!" 

"Stop jinxing it! It's giving me chills!" 

Callen triumphantly smiled as he observed his brother grumble while continuing to do his best. 

"Ah, the third brother is also pursuing beauty, noona... the second brother should move quickly!" 

"It's frightening to think about where you're getting your information." 

"I've got Ron..." Callen stated it. It was the most normal thing in his life. 

Ah. Poor Brother Ribbit. Just hope your brother is doing a great job helping you with your love life. 

Amiah openly laughed as he listened to the siblings' banter. It's so refreshing to see a new light in this always serious palace. 

"Would Lord Seventh like to be king?" 

Callen frowned as he looked at her. 

"Why would I take something difficult?" 

His answer surprised her. 

"I don't want to talk about it after seeing the paperwork, Hyunnie and Brother Ribbit."

Amiah was taken aback by his response. Children of the royal family are expected to mature at a young age. At the very least, someone could still enjoy his life, even if it is at the expense of his beloved brothers. 

"Wait a minute... I need to rest." 

"Ah! So useless... stand up, you need to train your lower half as well." 

"Callen Crossman! That's not something a child should do— ngh! Just give me the paper and don't even think about saying those bad words!" 

For a brief moment, Robbit appeared normal. Except for the third prince, the other princes appeared to be ordinary children. Since this child returned from Henituse County, the tension has decreased. 

Amiah observed how that small body moved and offered his big brother some water. She can see her own son's kind expression, which she had never seen before as he grew up. 

At the very least, she wanted to ensure that no one hurt the child who was genuinely making her son laugh and smile. When succession begins, she will be able to protect him because his brothers will not be able to do so. 

And so…

"You appear to be a pathetic stalker who couldn't even flash a memory-saving device."

When the young lady entered the palace again, Callen grumbled after noticing Robbit stiffen. 

"The inner court loves tea parties; don't they realize people are starving outside the palace walls?"

"You're aware of that?"

"I read Hyunnie's work when I'm bored." 

"You should always be bored to share our burdens with paperwork," Robbit observed.

"I respectfully and humbly decline, Brother Ribbit; my slacker and peaceful life will be fated." 

"Does that even exist? Especially since you're working so hard for my sake," Robbit huffs angrily. 

"As I previously stated, Brother Ribbit, this is for the sake of my adored little nephew." 

"Were you that bored that you needed someone to play with?" 

"No." 

"How come?" 

"So that no one's attention would be drawn to me anymore." 

Robbit resisted the urge to slam his head against the wall. What did he expect from his younger brother, who is obsessed with being a slacker and living a peaceful life?! 

"Or should I become trash, knowing that if I do so correctly, I'll be thrown out?"

"Callen Crossman," Robbit said, flicking his brow. "Why would you even consider becoming trash when you have your older brothers? Just live the way you want."

“Really?”

"Hm..." He took Callen in his arms and said, "Hyung-nim and Brother Ribbit will make it so... For you to live peacefully and safely grow up."

Callen smiled and bumped his brow against Robbit's.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” 

Soon after, the sound of heels approaches them. 

"Greetings to the suns of Rowoon Kingdom."

The lady who had Robbit's attention stood in front of them. Callen looked at Robbit, who appeared to be painfully accustomed to his stoic expression. 

“Hello!”

It's time for me to do my Oscar-winning acting!

"Hello, My Prince," the lady said once more. Callen reached out his hand and said, "Shake!" while looking at his older brother. 

"Hello, my name is Callie! And this is Brother Ribbit! Nice to meet you! What is the name of Pretty-noona?"

"My Lady, it's Robbit." Robbit can't believe his baby brother is messing with him right now.

"You flatter me, thank you very much. My name is Iris, My Prince," the lady said with a small smile as she reached out her hands to shake his. “It’s nice to see the Second Prince again.”

Callen smiled as innocently and holy as he always did. He had a feeling something was up after hearing that. He casts a glance at his brother, who is wearing a melancholy expression. 

“Where will you be going?”

The lady looked at the young prince. 

“I will attend a tea party by the Fourth Concubine.”

"Oh... okay! I'm not stopping noona now!" Callen exclaimed, "Let's play later pretty-noona! Nice to meet you!"

Callen waves at the Lady. Robbit nodded his head and let her pass him. 

The lady was looking at Robbit. Callen noticed a slight flush on her face. 

“Oh. I see.” He giggled and said, “Hm. I still want to spend time with pretty-noona.”

“You like her?” Robbit asked. 

“I like her. I don’t have a good noona in the palace… and I noona is kind.”

Iris looked at him. 

Robbit looked at her and said, “After the tea party, will the lady come over to this garden and play with Callie?”

The lady smiled and said, “Thank you, Your Highness. See you later, little highness.”

“Yes! Enjoy Noona!”

Callen just hit two birds with one stone. 

“Brother Ribbit.”

“Hm?”

“You know her, right?”

"Ah," Robbit paused, debating whether to inform his baby brother that he was jinxing his love life, "We've been childhood friends."

Callen looked at him and said, “Then why are you both looking distant?”

Callen needed to know.

“It’s because of her family. She’s the Third Queen’s niece.”

Now that’s some drama, Callen wanted to mess up more. 

“Don’t smile like that.” 

Callen looked at his older brother. 

“Whenever you smile like that, something “REALLY” bad will happen.”

Well, Callen causes them so…

“Oh. Brother Ribbit just get used to it!”s

TBC

Chapter Text

"I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED!" exclaimed Iris. A royal decree from the palace arrived early in the morning, wishing her and the Third Prince to marry. Iris, the county's daughter from the Northwest, apparently did not like the 'good' news and threatened her brother with fleeing and becoming a nun! The Sten Marquessate ruled the Northwest, and anyone with two brain cells knew what would happen to anyone who dared to oppose the Marquessate. 

"THIS IS A ROYAL DECREE, IDIOT!" says her brother.

"IDIOT OR NOT! I WILL NOT MARRY INTO THE PALACE! I REFUSE TO MARRY INTO THE PALACE!" Her shriek was nearly as loud as her flat warning. The Count dismissed his younger sister's tenacity with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Brother, just say no and let your little sister pick someone for herself! I want to marry for love!"

"You like that Second Prince, right?" the count gritted, trying not to tear the royal decree. He was well aware that doing so would condemn him to the ropes or six feet to the ground.

As the county's daughter, she preferred swordplay and archery to embroidery and painting. Women, on the other hand, are not permitted to become knights. She wanted to be a part of the battle, but high society wouldn't let her. Women are regarded as the embodiment of grace and humility. Holding a sword would make every noble make fun of her family. 

She was forced to be a sweet daughter, despite being loud and boisterous enough to kill her brother. 

When she read the portion, she grunted, 'to grant you the highest honor, the Third Queen presents you with a betrothal with her son, his highness the Third Prince.'

She didn't like it. She had no desire to become a part of the palace. She aspired to be a soldier. She would rather be free and fight than suffer in a four-cornered decorated room with a pathetic excuse worse than a concubine. She despised the inner palace, particularly the harem.

“You won’t even consider marrying the second prince,” her older brother said. 

They had grown up together. They used to play and talk about their lives, but she never imagined that the ordinary person, her first love, was a member of the royalty she despised so much. Her parents should have survived if it hadn't been for the Royal Family. Zed Crossman betrayed his people for the royal family. 

Her heart pounded with excruciating pain. She continued, passing by the Second Prince while holding her heart in her palm. Their once-joyous laughter had turned cold and distant. 

But she never expected to meet the infamous Seventh Prince. Robbit was standing nearby, holding a child. The boy bore a striking resemblance to him. He was there with a smile she hadn't seen since they split up in resentment. 

“Let’s play later, pretty-noona!”

Ah. What a very bright child. 

If the royal had been filled with children like this, it would have been ideal. She didn't expect that black-haired child to grow up the same way. That sweet child would eventually turn into everyone else in the princes. 

That's right. She couldn't live like that because if she married, she wanted to be the only person her husband had. She didn't want to share and will never share. She, like her parents, wished to be the only love, the only treasure her husband would accept, rather than someone who would be discarded like trash once the favors were gone. Her dream was to be the only person her love would ever have.

But that was never going to happen at the Royal Palace. Her child will undoubtedly be a greedy prince with a silver tongue who will pave his way out. 

Even the pressing issue of her marriage to the Third Prince was getting to her. 

They need her. They required the power that her family possessed. They required ores and minerals to manufacture weapons. She was aware. That's why she's making an effort for her engagement to go wrong. She needs to act like a fiery lass. However, she is well aware that acting in this manner will have no effect. They’re after their family. 

If she married the Third Prince, her life would be over. She'll be like a canary in a cage of gold. A canary with broken wings is submerged in sweet lies. She must compete with the women of the third prince. She needed to win his approval and ensure that he was always on her side.

That was not something she desired.

That is something she will never want.

She's known who she wants to spend her life with for a long time, but between her family and herself, she must protect what's left of her. Her brother, the count.

*****

"Hyung-nim. I'm here to return this rascal." 

Callen was carried back to the Palace of Joy like a sack of rice. The child had not stopped laughing. 

"How did you spend your day?" 

"Hell," Robbit responded flatly. 

"Expected," Alver chuckled as he lifted his brother off Robbit's shoulder. 

"Aigoo, you're gaining weight again... sooner or later you'll become a pigsty." 

Callen laughed and allowed himself to be carried like a book. He looked over at Robbit, who was giving orders to his servant. “Compared to Callie, brother Ribbit is useless. Even ask who grandpa Benedict is. Does he want to die or something?”

Alver questioned, "Grandpa Benedict?", not understanding who that grandpa is. 

Callen sighed and said, "Ah. Hyunnie should go back to history class." 

Alver looked at Robbit and waited for him to answer. 

“It’s King Benedict VI.”

Alver sighed and turned to face Callen, who was pouting and frowning at them. 

"You're reading that book?" he asked, shocked. 

"Brother Ribbit needs nice tiddies! Meaty bulky muscles!"

"No. no. stop. Don't say anything, baby," he hushed the youngster and motioned to the table with treats, "Let's have some snacks, okay? Forget about your useless Brother Ribbit."

Robbit in defeat, exasperatedly said, “Are you really my brothers?”

“Unfortunately.” Alver deadpans and motions for him to sit too. 

When there were only three of them. Callen relaxed on the sofa and munched on some snacks. 

"Your Highness, Young Lady of Sierra Household, has arrived," Ron said.

"Ah, pretty-noona! Allow her to come!" 

"Yes, My Lord." 

Alver turned to face his younger brother. "Your birthday will be celebrated next week, with a banquet and an announcement made."

"Is it the Crown Prince Selection?" 

"How did you know?" 

Callen grinned. His eyes were so clear that Alver realized the question was pointless. 

"You will also take part."

"I'm not interested." 

"Callen." 

"I don't want to... Crown Prince should be Hyunnie and Second Brother, not Callie." 

Alver and Robbit exchanged glances. 

"Why are you so opposed to the throne?" 

"Will Callie become happy if I become king?" Callen asked his older brothers, smiling. 

That took both of the older brothers by surprise. 

"You know... Callie grew up with brothers but not with his mother and father; Callie has always had to deal with bad people; Will the throne protect me if Callie becomes king? And." 

"And?" 

"Something predestined will always happen, which is why if either Hyunnie or Brother Ribbit becomes king, that would make Callie happy; Callie was raised by both of you, so it should be either of you."

"I will always look after you, baby."

"That's why Hyunnie and Brother Ribbit should become King and give Callie a rich and wonderful slacker life," Callen said with a smile. 

"What a little rascal," Robbit chuckled, feeding his younger brother. 

"He is indeed a rascal, meticulously planning his life while working us to the bone."

"Don't worry, Callie will assist in the creation of Hyunnie or Brother Ribbit King."

That sounds’ ominously dangerous. 

[***]

Outside, Iris listened to what the little prince was saying to his siblings. Soon after, a redhead boy approached and asked for an audience.

"Hello, Young Lord... I'm Iris from the Sierra Household."

"I'm Cale Henituse, and I'm delighted to meet you, Lady Iris."

"Please, Young Lady, and Young Lord, wait a moment."

They stood next to each other until the door opened, revealing a young black-haired man sprinting towards Cale Hentiuse. 

“Mommy!”

Iris was surprised. The Henituse Household has always remained neutral while advocating for the people of the Kingdom. The County's most notorious trash firstborn, whom even the Royal Family had ignored for the past two years, was friends with the Seventh Prince. 

"Hello, Pretty-noona! Come in, pretty-noona!"

Cale Henituse was on the other side, holding her hand and pulling her inside. 

"Hyunnie!!!!!!!!!! Mommy is here!!! Brother Ribbit!!!!!!!!!! Pretty noona is here!"

The first and second princes both appeared to want to be swallowed by the earth. Their cheeks were flushed, but they still greeted them like always. 

“Mommy?” Iris asked. 

“I am mommy.” Cale Henituse smirked and entered the room. 

There are three princes in the same room, but it appears that only Iris is bothered by this arrangement. Cale Henituse appeared to be used to it, even feeding the adorable toddler without a care in the world. Callen sat between Cale and the First Prince, while she sat beside Robbit. 

“Your Highness.”

“Yes, Lord Cale?”

"I've heard about the Crown Prince Selection," Cale Henituse stated flatly. This garbage is completely fearless!

"You know."

"Will Baby Callie take part?"

"What does it matter if he participates?" Alver snarled, clearly annoyed by the redhead. 

"The Henituse County will back him up."

Both Robbit and Alver dropped their cookies and looked at the redhead. 

"Of course, Callie stated that he does not want the throne, but we're taking precautions because this is the only time that neither you nor the Second Prince can remain by his side," Cale stated emphatically.

The Rowoon Royal Family predates Henituse County. They have wealth comparable to, if not greater than, that of the Royal Family. Furthermore, they wield more power than the Robbit's royal family or the Third Queen herself. This family has stated unequivocally that it will support the Seventh Prince over the First and Second Princes. 

"That'll do," Robbit said without looking up. "Mother has also expressed her desire to become Callie's guardian until the Crown Prince is chosen; with Mother and the Count on his side, he'll be safer than either of us."

"When will the count come to the palace?" Alver asked Cale Henituse, his tone kind.

"On the day before Callie's birthday."

Iris, who had previously been seen in the Third Prince faction, was taken aback. 

"Are you not concerned that I'll leak this?"

She was even more surprised when the Seventh Prince responded. 

"If you were truly on their side, you would never accept this invitation... Pretty-noona, you're not supposed to be on their side." 

That was answered by a five-year-old. 

"Where am I supposed to be?" she wonders when everyone tells her to stay by the Third Prince's side. 

The five-year-old looked at her, then at Robbit. He had an uncanny smile on his face, but he didn't respond directly to her. 

"Do you have faith in foresight?"

She was taken aback. She looked at Cale Henituse, who seemed to be used to it, or at least aware of it. 

“My Prince…”

"If I told you... would you choose that person? Or leave?" The five-year-old's tone was terrifying, “Your life... and the older brother you hold dear... Your lives depend on your choice.”

She subconsciously stood up. She can feel the chills all over her body and the terrifying truth she just heard. 

"It's time for you to leave... I hope you have your answer the next time we meet," the five-year-old said with a smile.

She had no idea how she got out of that room. 

She had no idea how she got home, let alone to her room. 

The words of the Seventh Prince lingered in her mind. 

She's just realized that no matter where she goes, her life is inextricably linked to the royal family. 

“It depends on your choice.”

That word continued to echo inside her head.

She is terrified of the consequences the moment she makes them. 

It’s scary. 

It was plain terrifying. 

TBC

Chapter Text

"I think Callie should be a matchmaker rather than a prince," Cale quips.

While looking at his red-eared second brother, Alver casually drinks his tea. Their youngest just dropped that bomb as if he were babbling. Too innocent. He’s so pure that one doesn't realize they're already playing in his palms. 

“Callie.”

“Yes, Brother Ribbit?”

"Y, you believe..."

"She was supposed to be by your side."

It wasn't a joke. Callie spoke up without hesitation. It's a good thing they're the only ones in the room. Otherwise, he’ll get killed by the third queen if she hears this. 

"If she goes to the Third Prince, she'll die. She'll be hanged."

At least that was the death that Callen saw when he touched her hand. 

“In that memory, Brother Ribbit’s the only one mourning.” and it became his reason to fight for the throne. 

Both the first and second princes remained silent after that. Callen took in their solemn expressions. "Women are strong," he said, smiling, "but it won't be enough to stop the third queen and third prince; it's already decided, but Grandpa Whitey said I can choose who to spare..."

The queen condemned the black aura she used to kill Sten Marquessates' minions as dark power when he saw that raging fire wallowing in that girl as she was hanged as a heretic. A mother who grieved for her child and sought vengeance met a tragic end. That was Iris, at the end of her life, regretting her decision. Her eyes were filled with sadness as she looked at Robbit before she died. For a long time, his brother was unhappy because of the words she said to him and the loving words she said to him.

"If you love someone, fight for her. I don't want you to look back and be sorry, Brother Ribbit."

Robbit's heart shook at that precise moment. Although his younger brother's smile was encouraging, it gave him the chills. 

"So that Brother Ribbit can give Callie a baby nephew to play with!"

"And?" Alver asked, laughing.

"Wait for a second, Callie; that's—!"

"Mama Miah said Callie should help brother Ribbit with Grandpa Benedict's book as well!"

Callie just said something dangerously adorable. Ribbit swears he'll burn those books someday.  They’re tainting his cute little brother!

[*****]

"I didn't think about how mama Miah treated you, but now that I see all this gold and gems... Queen Amiah sure dotes on you, Callie, and I see why you call her Mama."

Alver frowns as he looks at his baby brother, who is lying on a bed of gold coins and gems. He knew his brother’s obsession with shiny things, and he knew how he loves seeing the golden plaque, but seriously, he’s freaking five years old!

“Ron.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

"Please deposit those in the Treasury in Callen's name."

"Why?!?" screamed Callen, "This is mine!"

"It's yours; Hyunnie will keep it."

“No!” It’s my money anyway! And it’s been so long since I’ve seen money!

Alver carried him and let the servants do their jobs. Callen was adorably yapping that his money should stay with him. Alver sits on the long couch, and soon he lays down with his baby brother sitting on his belly while leaning on his leg. 

“Hyunnie.” 

“Hm?” Alver hums while taking Callen’s shoes off his feet. He gently presses his sole as if he were massaging him. 

“Do you know what happened between Brother Ribbit and Pretty-noona?”

“He hasn’t said anything to you yet?”

Callen shook his head. Alver placed his feet on his cheeks and extended his arms to hold Callen’s arms in his palm. 

“Your brother Ribbit used to go out in ordinary clothes. He would come with the Second Queen to visit his maternal family, and I think he met her there. Iris's family wasn’t that well-off; they’re merchants who were given noble titles.” Alver slowly explained, “But... I think the third queen has something to do with Iris’s parent’s death.”

“Then why are they treating each other like strangers?” Callen asked. 

Alver’s hand traveled to his head and cupped it gently, “That I don’t know... You should ask your brother Ribbit, but I don’t think he’ll answer.”

"I hope Brother Ribbit and Pretty-noona get together," Callen said, leaning against Alver's chest.

“How about this Hyunnie? Will Hyunnie find my fated one too?”

Callie snorted, “You have mommy.”

Alver frowned and groaned. He looked at his baby, who had seriously said that before smiling widely. The toddler stopped laughing and lay on his chest. 

“Hyunnie don’t have someone in the future…” 

Alver looked down and patted his brother’s back.

“I do have one.”

Callen raised his head and looked at his brother with big, reddish eyes. 

“Who?” the toddler cutely asked. 

"You," Alver said confidently as he kissed his brow. 

Callen was taken aback, but he soon recovered and smiled brightly. 

"Right... Callie has Hyunnie, too!" he chirps happily before giggling brightly. Was Alver that close to him? The answer is yes. Kim Rok Soo, who had been living as Callen for five years, knew that the only person he could trust right now was this person. 

“Even if Hyunnie becomes an old man, he’ll still look after Callie,” Alver repeats, cupping his brother’s cheeks. “I’ll always be the person that will look after Callie. So Callie just needs to grow up safe and sound. Leave everything to Hyunnie. Hyunnie will always protect you.”

That has never been promised to Callen. Even if there was, no one had ever reassured him that everything would be fine. 

“Hyunnie…”

“Hm?”

"You must live a long life..."

"I will... I have to take care of my troublesome little Callie."

"Would you like to marry Callie?"

"Hmm... Callie is still small..."

“I’ll grow up soon! As high as two meters!” 

Kim Rok Soo forgot he was playing a five-year-old kid at times like this. 

[***]

It was also times like that that Callen somehow felt his luck run for the first time in his life. 

“Ah! It’s pretty noona!” 

He was permitted to leave the palace as long as he had Ron, Vicross, and Choi Han with him. He promised to meet Cale Henituse at one of the shops, but his stomach chose the best shop. He was walking around with Choi Han close behind. He was walking to one of the stalls when he noticed Iris looking for a seat. He ordered all the treats there and had the rest packed up for his Hyunnie and Brother Ribbit. 

“It’s empty here! Come sit!” he happily said. He read from Grandpa Benedict’s book that if your brother is useless, the little brother should help charm the lady and be the object of affection. 

“It’s a nice day to meet you, Your Highness.”

“Yeah! Come! Let’s share!”

He wished to move incognito because it was the first time he left the palace. No one would bother with him since all of the members of the royal family had blonde hair compared to his black hair. 

It’s just that he did not expect to run across the third prince, Hellion.

In comparison to their other siblings, the third prince appeared normal. His Hyunnie takes the cake when it comes to face. When it comes to charms, it's brother Ribbit. Really, nothing beats good-looking people!

"You are here.."

"Hello, Third Brother!" he said, but he didn't offer him anything sweet. 

"Why are you by yourself?"

"I am not alone..." he said, motioning to the three people sitting just beside him at the table. 

Hellion looked at Callen and then at Iris. Iris looked troubled. 

“I am here for her.”

"She did?" Callen pretended to be surprised, "but I thought we agreed to meet Pretty-Noona?"

Hellion coughed. He knew how spoiled Callen was and that everything should go his way. It was because of the last assassination attempt that the king reprimanded all of them, the princes and the concubines, not to touch a single strand of his hair. 

"I see... I guess I'll meet her later."

Callen was aware of how everyone was treating him right now. He thanked the Third Prince with a cheerful smile. He can pretend to be a hypocrite all he wants, but he is not the person this girl should be with. 

[you are hard to predict, baby.]

Ah. Grandpa White is back. He hadn't heard him speak to him inside his head in a long time. 

[Be wary of the third prince, Baby.]

Alright. Thank you.

Grandpa White became silent again. Hellion was about to turn around when Callie noticed another person walking around with a few of his attendants. 

"Brother Ribbit!" Callie sprints up to Robbit and leaps on him. 

Robbit caught him coolly, getting used to his unexpected attacks, and eventually lifted him into his arms. 

“Hellion.”

“Second Brother.”

"Brother Ribbit, why are you here?" Callen inquired. 

"I'm doing some rounds on His Majesty's orders... how about you?"

"I'm out to play," said Callen. Robbit then noticed Iris standing with her head lightly bowed. 

Robbit looked at Callen, who was grinning from ear to ear before sighing in defeat. 

“When will you be back to the palace?”

“Later…”

"I'll come to get you, and we'll go home together."

"All right!" Callen jumps off Robbit's arm and waves goodbye. 

"Please look after him well, Lady Iris."

"Certainly, Your Highness."

Robbit turned around. 

It was at times like these that Robbit appeared to be a man. Yeah. In some ways, he is more mature than Alver whenever he moves or speaks. 

Hellion followed Robbit, leaving Callie and Iris alone. Callen looked at Choi Han, who helped him up the chair once more. 

Callen happily eats the apple pies and the sweets served to him. He was sitting pretty and soon he looked at Iris. 

“This is good… Brother Ribbit likes this…” Callen looked at Ron and said, “Granny! Let’s order some of this too, let’s give them to Brother Ribbit… oh… also some other sweet for the palace…”

“Who will you be giving them, Your Highness?”

“Who else?” Callen stated the obvious, “To granny, noona (vicross), and the others.”

The old man smiled and stood up. He took Vicross with him and left Choi Han to guard Callen. 

“You like His Highness Robbit.”

Callen looked at Iris. "Of course... Brother Ribbit is family... and Brother Ribbit has always been good to Callie, isn't he?

Iris looked at the five-year-old. 

"There's nothing wrong with being expressive, Noona... You despise the royal family, right?"

Iris looked at him. She didn't say anything, but it was enough for Callen to notice. 

“Even if you do hate the Royal Family… don’t hate Brother Ribbit…” 

[Yes! Act like a good, pretty damn brother, Kim Rok Soo! ]

Ugh. Why the fuck is this bastard god cheering him?

“Hope you’re happy with whatever choice you make. I just don’t want to see my brother Robbit miserable.”

"You're thinking about someone else," Iris said when she heard that.

"Then who's life should I be thinking of? They're allowing me to be a normal child with all their hard work... It's the least I can do."

After spending the day together, Robbit returned after settling his business. He stoically thanked Iris. Callen looked at his brother and reached out his hand. They walked while holding hands to the carriage. 

“Brother…”

“Hm?”

“Can you tell me what’s between you and Iris-noona?”

Robbit fixed his gaze on him. His eyes widen but soon turned kind and gentle. 

"We used to be good friends..."

"Are you not friends right now?"

Robbit got down on his knees and leveled himself. 

"There are times when relationships end without anyone saying anything."

"But that doesn't mean your heart has stopped feeling," Callen responded.

"You know Callen... I am glad..." Robbit nodded and smiled at him, "glad that you grew up fine and differently than we did...  It’s not easy to live just being honest inside the palace, but I hope you always do.”

Robbit words were serious. 

“There are times when we need to swallow our heart and live with it… That’s how I and Hyung-nim lived…”

Robbit is not making an effort to change what’s there for him. 

“Brother Robbit…” Callen called out and said, “There are times when it’s better to say it’s not fine than hiding your heart in your sleeve.”

Alver and Robbit are his brothers. That’s a fact. 

“You didn’t need to think what's best for her, but it should be what’s best for both of you…”

Just like how they’re doing for the best of themselves — their family. 

TBC

Chapter Text

"So... what are you going to do next?" Cale asks Callen over tea one day. Cale Henituse realized he wasn't a kid anymore after Callen reminded him. 

When he dismissed them, the toddler raised his hand, and Ron and Choi Han exchanged glances. 

Cale turned to Callen and said, "You're changing things here on your end just as much as I do in the County."

"I'm just a good brother who wants to see my beloved brothers happy," Callen said, looking at him, "so? Why are you here?" 

"Aren't I doing a wonderful job as your mommy?" 

What a pathetic excuse! But neither of them mentioned how useless their excuses are. 

Cale Henituse has always been refined and sophisticated. Except for his infamous reputation, no one can find fault with his actions.

"You should have a picnic on one of the hills in your area," Callen suggested. He wanted that ancient power at first, but after realizing that his demi-god body and ancient powers are incompatible, he decided to bet on Cale Henituse. "You should bring a sack of bread and wish for some stone on your way here." 

Cale Henituse smiled and said, "the banquet was supposed to be held as Crown Prince Selection, but now it's your birthday party as well as the official announcement for the selection, you should leisurely stroll around the hunting area and corner some feral bunnies. They're going for the beast despite being herbivores." 

They both had the same innocent grin. 

"All right, mommy, see you at the banquet soon."

"Please also keep in mind that I intend to strike a deal with his Highness, Baby Callie."

"I know, it's about the forest of darkness, right?" Callen said with a smile. 

"Yes... before my regression, the whales and mermaids went to war, and the mermaids had some power up. I haven't uncovered the entirety of that incident, but the lake described by Choi Han had something powerful in it... I planned on taking control of the forest of darkness." 

"There could be some ancient power there."

"Not only that, but I suspect the dead mana there has something to do with the mermaids... but I'm not sure how they get there." 

[It's a dragon's dead mana.]

Cale Henituse looked up when Callen heard that. "Mommy, if you ever get some of the dead mana, will you trade it to me?" 

Alver Crossman is a quarter dark-elf. Cale was there when alver was purified by the Church of the Sun God. 

"I made the right decision by partnering with you." 

"Then you should assist in bringing Hyunnie to our side; if he becomes king, we'll be safe." Callen groaned, "and... wasn't it wonderful to have a place where all races could freely live?" 

The vision was the same. Cale would think Callen and Alver are brothers if he didn't know Callen was a transmigrator.

Cale Henituse hands over some paper with information for the upcoming banquet. Cale also receives a piece of paper with drawings on it from Callen. 

"I hope you have a safe journey." 

"When I get back," Cale Henituse promised, "I'll give you something special." "I had intended to rob someone before coming here. I’ll give you a pretty decent gift on your birthday.”

Soon after, Alver appeared, frowning at the sight of Cale Henituse. Cale Henituse felt right at home in his palace, as he always does! 

"What exactly are you doing here?" 

"Of course, playing with my baby? Does your highness want to play with Cale as well?" 

That made Alver shiver. He rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration. He sat on the empty space beside Callen and bravely ignored the redhead's presence. 

"Your Highness." 

"Do you like me?" said Cale. 

*Coughs!* 

"What are you saying? Have you gone insane?" 

"No... in any case, I hope his highness will play with me someday, just like me and Callie." 

It was a poor choice of words, but Cale and Callen are playing a very dangerous game. 

***

"I'M HERE, BROTHER RIBBIT!" 

Callen yells as he runs toward his brother. He just needs to act like a pretty good little brother. His brother ribbit adores him in the same way that Mama Miah does. 

He didn't expect to see Robbit and Iris acting awkwardly together. He crept behind the bushes, dragging Choi Han along with him. 

"Awkward."

"Right?" Choi Han coolly sat on the grass, gently pulling Callen to sit with his legs crossed. Callen sat back and let Choi Han hold him by the belly. 

"Brother Ribbit sure is useless when it comes to love."

Choi Han just smiled and listened to his ramblings. 

"Your Highness, you sh—"

Callen frowns and looks up, *not highness... it's Callie."

"Yes, Callie-nim, we shouldn't listen in." 

"This is good blackmailing material," Callen chuckled. 

Choi Han simply smiled and shook his head. His young prince enjoys making trouble for his brothers.

[ROBBIT&IRIS]

“Lady Iris agreed with the Third Prince’s marriage proposal.”

That caused Robbit to come to a halt. He looked at his servant, who was keeping his mouth shut. His mother was staring at him as well. 

“Is this alright?” Queen Amiah worriedly asked. 

“I’m fine.”

He stood up and prepared to go to the afternoon meeting. He considered looking for Callen in the library, but knowing how his younger brother advised him not to, he is unable to face him. He smiled at his mother and went about his business. 

Yes. Years have passed since he first met her. She was like a fairy warrior rescuing his wimpy self from danger. He remembered how they talked for the first time. What a shambles they are. And yet…

"Greetings, Second Prince."

She's standing in front of him, dressed in the clothes she despises. She grew more beautiful as she grew older, but Robbit knew she was even more beautiful when she was wearing pants and wielding a great sword. 

"Lady Iris," he said, looking at her. Her skin was pale. "What are you doing here?" she asked, still looking him in the eyes.

"I just met with the Third Queen and Third Prince..." Iris exhales and smiles at him.

That means only one thing. 

"You're going to marry the third prince?" 

Robbit had just returned from his rounds when he learned that Hellion had finally sealed the deal with marriage. He was enraged and lost as to how he'd treat her, but he knew it was inevitable. 

He had nothing to be angry about. He promised Callen that no matter what his choice will be, he will never regret it. 

He hasn't seen Iris in over ten years. He used to visit his maternal family in the Northwest, and he became friends with her. They were too young and innocent back then. 

They practiced swords together and learned to read and write together. 

They even made a promise to marry each other. 

When Iris's parents were murdered, everything changed. She discovered that the Royal Family, of course, the third queen, had ordered it. It was because she refused to support the Third Prince faction. Everything became worse when she realized he was royal. 

She despised them just as much as she despised him. 

"It's been decided."

Robbit's last line of patience was inspired by Callen's words. 

"You will die if you go to him!" 

"Then where should I go?" Iris inquired. 

She is at a loss for what to do. She is in distress, and no one can assist her. Her brother, the Earl, is shouldering all of the responsibilities and threats. 

Even if she asks for assistance, Robbit's position cannot assist her. 

Robbit remained deafeningly silent. 

He knew he couldn't help them. Yet…

"At the very least, you should have asked for assistance; not like this." 

"Do you believe a child's words?" Iris inquired. She was shaken, to be honest, but those are the words of a child. They're unbelievable. 

"Robbit... there were times when we had to hang on to what was dangerous."

Despite the fact that they detested it. 

Regardless of how much they despised it. 

They needed to hold the blade of that danger in order to survive and protect what was left. 

"So stop coming to me now," Iris said as she began to walk away. 

Robbit, on the other hand, drew her back and kissed her, letting all his inhibitions go. 

Iris was stunned. She tried to push him away, but Robbit's gentle gaze stopped her.  

This is what she dislikes about him. 

When he looks at her like this, she can't look away or lie. Robbit was looking at her.

But… this is wrong… 

She pushed him and slapped him across the face. 

"Just stop," she said firmly, "don't come to me anymore."

She walked away, but deep down she regretted it. It was as clear as day and as bright as the sun, their long-held feelings. 

There are times when everything has to end without saying it out loud. They ended when she said she hated all the royals. How laughable. She’s still chained to the royalty. 

Did she regret it? 

No. Neither Robbit regret it. 

She knew she was wrong when she blamed him for her parent's deaths. Even though it wasn't his fault, she still blamed him. She was the one who made their relationship like this. 

She walked away with a heavy heart and a tear in her eye. She was ashamed of all the thoughts and actions she blamed on this place. 

She came to a halt when she saw the seventh prince. She was about to greet him when he turned around and ran to his brother. She turned around to see how the little prince hugged his brother and hid his tears from the public. She noticed how gentle the child's embrace was in comparison to Robbit, who was now crying in his brother's arms. 

The seventh prince stood out from the others. When that little boy stared at her, she could only bow. She believed what the seventh prince told her, but she was certain they couldn't help her. 

At the very least, the third prince faction will be unable to harm Robbit because of her. It was her only solace after learning what his enemies were planning to do to him. 

"I hope you're happy with whatever decision you make; I just don't want my brother Robbit to be unhappy."

The child's voice began to play in her head. She had no qualms about it. However, that child was correct. 

"Then who's life should I be thinking of? With all their hard work, they're allowing me to be a normal child... It's the least I can do."

If only hard work could save them from their enemies. If only she didn’t pettily loathe them.

Even though she wanted to be with him, she knew what would happen to everyone around her. 

So don’t forgive me, Robbit. I am a selfish person.

[***]

"What exactly did Callie say?" 

"The seventh Lord said he won't be back home tonight; he'll stay at the Second Prince's palace," Ron replied calmly.

"And how about me?" 

"He said, Your Highness, you can sleep by yourself tonight." 

Alver groaned in frustration. He heard from Choi Han what happened, but isn't this unfair? 

He'll be awake all night because he won't be able to sleep! That damn Robbit! I'll make him work until he drops!  

Alver, however, didn't have the heart to do so after seeing how bad Robbit's complexion was the next day. 

"How are you doing?" 

"I'm not," Robbit responded, "Callie did his best, but..." 

"You should get some rest." 

Robbit was silent for a while. 

“Hyung…”

Alver looked at him. Then, Alver noticed the cute little blackhead standing not far from them and watching them. 

Hyunnie! Encourage him!

Alright. Leave it to Hyunnnie.

That was some awesome telepathic communication they had. 

"What would you do if you were in my position?"

"Honestly, I've never been in love, so I don't know what to say..." Alver said to Robbit.

Alver swears he saw Callie's glare bore a hole through him. He patted Robbit on the back of the head. 

"But in times like this... you must fight for what you truly feel."

Alver looked at Callie, who had a huge smile on his face. He winked at his little brother who gave him a thumbs-up, before running away to meet his tutors. 

Meanwhile, upon hearing that, Robbit looked at Alver. 

“Should I?”

“You have any other option?”

Robbit gradually understood what Callen was trying to say to him because of how Alver stated it as a fact. 

"It's painful, isn't it?" Alver asked, "watching your loved one slip away from your grasp while you can't do anything." 

In reality, the affection Alver was expressing was between them as siblings. They used to be so close, but after the nobles made their moves, their family was shattered. It was the very reason Alver desired to become king. A royal family without bloodshed. 

If I fight… will I have her?”

“Only when you sacrificed for it, you’ll have something you wished for… or… better than it.”

Hearing that, Robbit smiled and said, “Thank you, Hyung.”

“Always…” 

Robbit walked away. He had an inkling what Callen said to him but the entire palace was turned upside down in just one night. 

Alver looked at Callie, while Callie looked back at him. 

“Robbit just bought all the mining rights under the Sierra household,” Alver said. He had been eyeing that but it seems like a fool in love can go to lengths unheard of. 

“Don’t meddle with it…”

“Why?”

“Brother Ribbit will handle Third Brother.” 

Callie displayed a very dangerous grin. “Mommy is also assisting Brother Ribbit. And those funds will be divided between me and Mommy.”

“You entered a pretty good deal.” Alver praises. He wasn’t surprised cause Callie has always been in love with money, so he knew he was reading accounting and administration books.

“So what should we do in helping Brother Ribbit?” Alver has some good plans. 

“Hyunnie.”

“Hm?”

“The hunting event on my birthday… Let’s hunt some bunnies.”

“Hm, that’s good… they’re planning something, so might as well play with it…”

After all, the third queen is trying to frame Iris as a promiscuous lady. 

"They're attempting to tie Lady Iris without takebacks." 

"We should re-tie them."

Ron: I just saw two daredevils.

Choi Han: it’s cute though…

Vicross: *wondering what the hell’s wrong with Choi Han’s taste.*

TBC

Chapter Text

Alver was surprised when Callen landed a deal with Cale Henituse. He didn't know how, but tracing Callen's funds related to Cale Henituse revealed that he had amassed a sizable fortune. What a terrifying toddler! It just all started when Callen went to Hentiuse County.

He would have suspected something if it had been anyone else, but everything around Callen seemed calculated and smooth. He last saw his brother tampering with his documents a year ago, but every time Callen does it, it always works in his favor. Even without doing anything, everything seemed to go his way. 

What surprised him the most was Callen's choice of the Sten Marquessate as his first target. 

Taylor and Venion Sten were also a major concern. 

Alver had Ron look after Callen, but the butler was also keeping things in order and paying more attention to Callen than to him. 

He sighed and looked over the information on the Sten Marquessate and the third queen. The farce became stale as a result of Robbit's sudden movement. 

Of course, Robbit was able to deprive Hellion and the Third Queen of their funds. Except for the Henituses, all mining contracts and rights are subject to their jurisdiction. 

"It's time for me to move." 

Before issuing any commands. Cale Henituse requested an audience from him. The redhead's gaze was fixed on him. The trash firstborn is making his moves.

To be honest, he does have some faith in this guy, not only because Callen is close to him, but also because he exudes an aura that makes him feel at ease with him. Even though his jealousy toward him causes him to beg for his toddler's attention—Cale Henituse is someone Alver believes is worth betting on. 

“What is it?”

"Right to the point, I see," Cale Henituse said as he sat down and opened a ledger. It contains all of the necessary information for the entire Rowoon Kingdom. Even Senate transactions were made public. 

"Since neither of us intends to waste time, Your Highness, would you like to make a deal with me?"

In comparison to the slanderous rumors that surround him, this elegant bastard is quite astute. 

"The game you and my Callie play is quite dangerous," he says, flipping the ledger. 

"You know your brother is special, but you're turning a blind eye to it," Cale Henituse said emphatically.

Alver did not refute this. It’s the truth, so there’s no need to say otherwise. 

“You know, Lord Henituse... there are times that we resemble each other.”

Cale said, “What a terrifying idea.”

“So… what is it that you want?” Alver asked. 

“I just want Venion Sten. You can do anything you like with Taylor and the marquis.”

Alver looked at Cale Henituse, his usual calm tone was bridled with anger. 

"I'm not sure why you want him, but I guess it's pretty serious," Alver said, nodding, "Alright then... I'll take care of everything after... But the Sten Marquessate, I want to have and keep it at bay."

"Thank you, Your Highness... After I mess with them, you can loot the Marquessate..." Cale Henituse stood up and smiled, "You better prepare a good cushion, Your Highness. I promised Baby Callie I'd give him a good gift once this one was settled." 

"All right. One more thing. Did the count know?"

Cale Henituse looked at him and said, "If he did, I wouldn't have come here to you."

"I'll look forward to Callie's gift then... silk's fine, right?"

"Yes... dear husband, make sure there's some gold on it as well," Cale joked, making a flying kiss for Alver. Alver shivered at that and ignored the redhead. 

Another knock echoed inside his office as he returned to his work. 

"Ah... why are so many people coming here?" He can't even finish his work!

"Hyung, can I come in?" 

Alver kept the documents calmly on his table. Robbit came in. He had a solemn expression. "The third queen is attempting to reach out to me," he said as he sat in the chair. 

"And? What do you think would be the best move?" Alver asks. 

Robbit looked at him and said, "Pressure them." 

Anyone would be on their knees once they saw Robbit's cool expression. He was enjoying this so much that he had a smile resembling his or Callie's dangerous smile when they're up to mischief. 

"You know what to do, so why did you come here?" 

"I don't want to become king." 

Alver paused. He looked at Robbit as if he had heard the most insane sentence today. 

"I'm still sane, but that's not my place; a king shouldn't be moved by his personal feelings, and I know I'm not fit for it," Robbit chuckled. "Callie should be king then."

"He'll throw a tantrum if he hears you." Alver chuckled and handed Robbit some paperwork. 

That night, the first and secondborn bonded over paperwork and tea. At Callie's birthday banquet, Alver revealed the plans of the third queen's faction. 

"If Callie can land a contract with Cale Henituse... then..."

Alver chose to ignore Robbit. 

"I shouldn't be surprised," Robbit said, "but sometimes I think the way Callie acts or speaks  is way older than us." 

“Robbit.” 

“Hm?”

“You just got dumped, so you think worse.”

Robbit frowns and clicks his tongue. He just said what he truly feels like now, and this Hyung just slapped him across the face with the prospect of being dumped!

“And…”

“And?”

"Let's go for a walk during the hunting competition."

"I had intended to, Hyung-nim."

[***]

"Why is there a hunting event at a toddler's birthday party?" Callen frowned as he was awakened from his sleep. Alver woke him up at a very early hour. Today’s the day of his birthday banquet, but the party started a week ago. 

"You are the only royalty who despises this kind of thing."

"But Callie wants to sleep," he complained cutely, but it won't work with his older brother right now. 

While watching him today, Alver had that proud smile on his face. As he leaned against the door, Alver snorted and crossed his arms, watching his brother begrudgingly brush his teeth. 

Today is the day Callen will make his debut in high society. Royal children usually attend only royal banquets and not noble house parties. Callen's previous visit to Henituse County was unofficial. It was only until they were five, or until the household's customs dictated when a noble child would make his or her debut. 

After brushing his teeth, Alver helped him take a bath and even helped him put on his clothes. 

“Hyunnie…”

“Hm?”

"Why are you smiling?" Callen inquired. Alver had been grinning and smiling since the moment he awoke. 

"It feels like yesterday that you were just a tiny baby that I always carried around in a carrier," his brother said as he brushed his hair, “but now, you’re walking and even making trouble left and right. Five years old? Yes… you’re that old now…”

Callen looked at him and said, “But I’ll always be brother’s baby. Even if I’m older or a grandpa, I’ll be Hyunnie’s baby.” 

Kim Rok Soo didn’t think about what he said. It’s just, he had this urge to answer back and soothe that tearing expression that Alver was wearing. 

“Baby…”

“Hm?”

“No matter what happens… Hyunnie will always protect you…”

Hearing that. 

“You might not be able to understand this yet, but... I’ll always be by your side… protect you, love you. Until the day you don’t like me anymore, or the day you decide to leave me, or when you don’t want me anymore, just remember that I’ll always be here for you.”

After hearing that, Kim Rok Soo became enraged. He had just realized that he had considered this person to be a member of his family. However, Alver is already distancing himself from his words. He's bracing himself for whatever may or may not happen between them. The prince's selection was no ordinary competition. It's a time when they all try to kill each other and get the better of each other. 

“Hyunnie…”

The words that Kim Rok Soo didn't believe at first just came out of his mouth. 

“I love you, Hyunnie.”

Alver's eyes welled up with tears as he heard that. He drew him into his arms with a small smile on his face. 

“As I always love you.” That one soft kiss on his head was enough to calm Callen’s heart. He hugged Alver back and gave him the best smile he could give and his sincerest words. 

“Thank you for everything, Hyunnie.” 

[***] 

Without further ado, the hunting competition began. Callen first met Eruhaben after learning that the old dragon had become his teacher. The dragon appears to have relocated closer to Rowoon Kingdom because Mt. Yelia is too far away for his mission.

Alver went ahead since he’s the one who organized the hunting competition with Robbit and Hellion. So Callen is left alone with his vicious servants, the puppy knight, and the golden noodle. 

"Wow... it looked like real gold, Goldie Gramps!"

Of course, the old dragon didn't bother correcting the child. He just snorted and snatched him up in his arms. Choi Han was following after them and was readying himself to participate in the hunt. 

“Gramps, can we go on a stroll during the competition?”

“Alright.” The golden noodle resigned and decided to just wait for further instruction. He hasn’t seen anything amiss with the kid. He’s just faithfully doing his job to protect the God of Death’s Kin and one of the very few single-lifers if he’s correct. 

“I don’t see Mommy, yet,” Callen said, looking at the Henituse seat. Count Deruth and the pregnant countess were already present. 

The Sten Marquessate can be seen moving behind the shadows. 

Callen called out, "Han-yah." 

“Yes?”

"I was looking for the Sten Marquessate... Granny (Ron), please assist Choi Han with whatever happens. Noona (Vicross).”

“Yes, My Lord?”

“Prepare the torture room.”

This is the first time that Callen has given his orders clearly without using baby talk. He looked at them and said, “We’ll catch some rabbits!”

"As you order, my lord," Ron, who had been with him and knew him best, said.

"I shall roast them medium rare as you always like, my Lord," his noona replied.

"Our top priority is to keep my brothers safe..."

“What about the enemies?”

"Kill them," the child said flatly, "but keep one for Noona to roast to medium rare..."

“What should I do?” The golden noodle asked. 

"Gramps will be with Callie!" the child said as innocently and honestly as he could, but his tone turned cold and merciless, "We'll catch them all..."

The golden noodle shook his head and said, “Unlucky bastard.”

"Say no to bad words, Gramps!" Callie retorted childishly, looking at Robbit and Alver, who were sitting just below the King's seat. 

“They won’t touch them.”

His enemies won’t touch his brothers.

Callen had no idea that Iris, who had come to talk to him, heard what he had just said to his servants. 

Someone is trying to harm the First and Second Princes.

TBC

Chapter Text

Cale Henituse smiled triumphantly as he held the object in his hands. He now possesses the black dragon egg that wreaked havoc on the Henituse Territory. He doesn't require this one. He'd already planned everything for his territory, and all he needed now was Alver Crossman on his side. 

He's already wary of him because of his cute little reincarnator, that sissy-simp. He was supposed to make a good deal with him, but he's keeping him at a distance due to his jealousy and love for his little brother to the ends of the earth. 

Getting a big deal with the reincarnator, on the other hand, is a good thing. 

"How should I present you to that rogue?" Cale pondered. Everyone will recognize this as a dragon's egg. The shiny black luster and the mana surrounding it indicated that it was a powerful beast. 

“This will be in danger if I give him to that kid without even thinking.”

The black egg soon stopped emitting powerful mana. It shrank slightly, and he had a fucking revelation from the God of Death. On a piece of paper, words were written, <I’ve taken care of your problem. Please do gift this one to my baby.>

Cale frowned and felt disgusted with the God of Death. 

“What a doting bastard god.” He cringes and rides his horse. 

Today is the day of the nobles' hunting festival. Iris will be forced to marry the third prince because of some incident perpetrated by the third queen. The day that Alver Crossman will realized how terrifying the third queen is and receives a heavy injury. Also, the day that Robbit Crossman will decide to suppress the third prince and distances himself from the First Prince. 

Cale has notified Callen about it. That child will surely make a plan or two to avoid the peril but Cale needed to be there to oversee and assess who are the nobles who took part in the rebellion that will soon happen. 

A rebellion where Alver Crossman was crowned the Crown Prince. 

He smiled. He needs to hurry if he wants to see the chaos that the youngest prince will make. 

Will he become an overlord? or a usurper? He loves being slacker-like but makes so much effort that it would make him pack up. Cale chuckled and looked at Hilsman and the knights who were following after him. 

“We’ll rush to the capital.”

“Yes, My Lord!”

[*****]

“Hyunnie! It’s so hot!” Callen whines and melts in his seat. It’s his birthday; it should be winter, but why is it so hot in the capital?! “Hyunnie!”

Alver just pursed his lips. He can’t act like a doting brother right now, because Callen will soon be given the authority of the prince. 

"Brother Ribbit... Hyunnie doesn't love me anymore! Like Iris-noona feels for you!" Callen rolls to the other side, whining cutely because of the heat. He’s a kid and royalty, but he doesn’t care about being royalty.

Robbit shook his head and finally stood up. He reached out a small blue gem to him and said, “Here… place it in your pocket, you won’t feel hot soon.”

Callen smiled as he felt the coolness wrap around his body. 

He’s aware that as the host of the party, along with Alver, he shouldn’t act like a brat, but he wants to display their closeness. 

“Hyunnie.”

“Callen…” He looked up and saw Alver’s reprimanding gaze. He sat up straight and scooted close to Alver. 

He felt his brother’s palm on the back of his head. 

"Behave for the time being... it'll be over soon," Alver said. So Callen, as the loving and obedient little brother, nodded and sat straight throughout the ceremony.

He got a palace, his funds, and his knights. But he can’t trust those knights. 

Having Choi Han was enough, coupled with Ron and Vicross. There’s the golden noodle standing beside him, acting as his instructor. He can usurp the throne he wants now, but—that is not his place. 

Zed Crossman officially started the hunting competition. There will be monsters and animals with corresponding points. The person who hunts the most will win and be bestowed with rewards. 

“I’ll participate for His Highness Callie.” Choi Han smiled. He looked so excited right now. 

Women can also participate, so there were also female knights on the line. Somehow, the nobles are not paying attention to them. 

"Oh, she's really pretty," Callen said. Iris was standing by the female cavalry line. She looked beautiful with a sword in hand in that white military uniform. 

Robbit was also watching her when the third prince spoke, “Too bad, Robbit.”

Ugh. This bastard annoys me. Callen frowned. 

Soon, Alver took him from his seat and had him sit on his lap. Alver’s gaze was scary when Callen noticed the stares from the nobles. They were all looking at him. Choi Han moved close to them while Eruhaben stood behind the royalty. 

Callen hummed and giggled. He likes watching how this big brother’s face contorts into a scary one. Alver never really got angry. He was always smiling at him, so Callen never knew this side of his brother. 

The parade began, and a small wreath was placed on his head. It’s gold. Callen pondered how much money he'd make once he sold this. Soon, an outdoor feast was set up, and a few ladies handed over lucky ribbons to the knights. 

“They give ribbons?” Callen asked. 

“Hm, anyone can give theirs to someone.” 

Callen looked around. If he knew, he would have prepared something for Alver. He pulled the ribbon on his collar and gave it to Alver. “Hyunnie! Win!” 

Even the nobles who had been staring at Alver were surprised when he was taken back. 

“I see that the Seventh Prince likes the First Prince so much.”

Rumors began to circulate about how the seventh prince treated the first prince. Callen, satisfied, leaned on his brother. After a while, the outdoor banquet started. Callen didn’t move from his position. His plate was just beside Alver’s plate. His brother was eating with one hand while his free hand held him over his waist. 

“Your Highness, would you like to try this dish from the Southeast?” the count from the Southeast offered. It was made of lamb and cooked well with the sauce that made Callen’s mouth water. 

That sauce looks delicious. 

Callen’s gaze followed Alver’s fork to his mouth. He gulped. Aw. looks delicious.

Alver looked at him, who was staring intently at him. Alver lowered his fork and wiped his lips with his thump before picking up his fork with his hand. Alver stabbed a thin slice of the lamb's meat and fed him with it. 

“Hmm,” he hums. The savory taste of pepper and spices blooms inside his mouth. He missed the taste of spices!

“Like it?” Alver asked. 

Callen asked, “Can I have more?” while cutely pouting. 

"Thank you very much, young prince," the count said with a smile. He looked like a grandfather when he sliced thin strips of lamb and placed them on his plate. 

“Thank you!” 

Yes, smile, Callen! No one can resist the charms of a cute little toddler!

The count smiled brightly, totally smitten by the young prince. Alver had a proud smile before helping Callen cut the land into very thin pieces. 

“Be careful. You might choke.” Alver spoke and gently patted Callen’s belly. 

Callen motioned for Vicross, who arrived with Ron as a guard. Everyone witnessed the toddler forcing the young man to eat the lamb.

“I can cook it,” the young man said. 

“Alright!” 

Everyone was taken aback. So it was to recreate the dish. 

This child is merciless!

Only Deruth's laughter rang out. "Haha, everyone's saying our little prince is cruel. He dares to recreate Southeast's signature dish!"

"Hello, Grandpa!" exclaimed Callen. He had already finished his meal. He looked to Alver to let him down, and Alver did so, finishing his meal. With a huge smile, the toddler runs to the Lord of the Northeast. “Where’s mommy?”

“Mommy? The countess?” everyone asked. 

"No," Deruth said quickly, taking the toddler into his lap, "my firstborn son."

Anyone would think Deruth Henituse had gone insane. 

It was then that the sound of galloping horses echoed. 

A cool-looking red-haired lad came down like a knight. 

"Mommy! You're so cool!" Haha. This shitty, third-rate play is enjoyable! 

Cale Henituse descended from his horse and looked forward. He was dressed in a black gala that military personnel from the Northeast wear when hunting. He looked cool, if not for the pink egg in his arms. 

“What’s that?” Callen asked. 

The pink egg destroyed the redhead’s image. 

"Husband..." Cale Henituse addressed the First Prince solemnly, "You prepared what we discussed?"

That made Alver shudder in both anger and embarrassment. 

"You taking house seriously is a little annoying, and yes, I've planned it."

Cale sat beside his father and handed Callen the pink egg. “You better take care of that.” 

[It’s a dragon egg.] 

Callen looked at Cale, who had a smug look on his face. He didn’t want to be the center of chaos! It’s a dragon’s egg! A dragon’s egg!

"Eru-nim," Callen said shakily to the golden dragon. 

The dragon looked at it and shook his head. He took the egg from him and kept it for him. “I’ll keep it, for now, My Prince.”

Yes, grandpa noodle... Please look after that for me!

When the banquet finished, the horns signaled the start of the hunting competition. Cale wore the Northeast Cape and sword. 

“Callen.”

Cale hands Callen a small dagger and says, “This is a divine relic that the God of Death wants you to have. This will protect you. Remember. "; Cale looks at him and says, “His Highness will be in danger… So if you can… stay with him… It will all depend on you…”

Callen nodded. Anything bad happening to the royalty would be avoided because Cale would look after the Sten Marquessate! 

If they want to wipe out their enemies, this is their best time. 

“Cale Henituse,”

Callen called out. 

Cale looked at the toddler, “Let’s screw them up.”

Cale grinned, “Do you work as I do mine… We’ll have our fun.”

TBC

JI here! expect the angst!

Chapter Text

Following the outdoor banquet, the hunting officially began in the afternoon. Callen mulls over Cale's words and braces himself for the worst. 

Callen followed Robbit, who seemed to be searching for the right time to talk to Iris. 

“Iris.” 

The girl turned to Robbit. She looked really beautiful in a knight's uniform. 

“Gossiping is bad, baby.” Cale Henituse sat beside him. 

“Shh! I need to see how Brother Ribbit gets dumped.”

“You count that?” Cale Henituse swears he’ll never tell this one hell of a bastard that he has someone. He might count the times he’ll get dumped rather than score. 

“You should stay here…”

“Your Highness. I don’t think this is the right time.” Iris ignored the prince. She looked at him and shook her head.

“You’ll be in danger... they’re trying to suppress—” Robbit was agitated. 

“Your Highness… We’ve long been finished a long time ago.” 

Hearing that, Robbit has become silent. 

Callen Crossman was smiling as if his brother Ribbit didn’t have his heart broken. 

“Baby? Where are you? Callie?”

“Hyunnie! Hyunnie! Hyunnie! Brother Ribbit got dumped again!”

Callen shouts and reveals where he and Cale Hentiuse were gossiping. Robbit, instead of feeling bitter, felt that sense of panic since his baby brother does count the times he got dumped! What a good baby brother?! Is he even his brother? The way he treats him was way worse!

"Callen! You little rascal!" 

Callen's childish giggle filled the palace garden. 

Robbit didn't know that his little brother was watching their little talk and even publicly announce his fourth time getting dumped. Oh my ghad! What a lovely little rascal of a brother he has! 

"So? How many times?" His good older brother even added fuel to the fire. 

"The fourth time! I won the bet!" 

What the hell?! They even bet on it!

“Hyunnie, you see! Mommy and I are— *thud!* ah!”

Robbit was fast enough to catch him. Callen looked at his second brother. Robbit lift him and carried him, asking, “Does it hurt?”

"No," Callen said sweetly, "this is nothing compared to Brother Ribbit's heartache."

“You love putting vinegar on salted wounds, do you?”

Callen giggled and wrapped his arms around Robbit. Robbit continued to walk while securely keeping Callen in his arms. 

“Brother.”

“Hm.”

“Don’t let Iris-noona off your sight…” 

Robbit flinched and looked at his brother. 

“Brother Ribbit should be happy. Other people’s happiness doesn’t matter.” Callen spoke slowly. He sees a vision of Robbit falling into despair and says, "Fight for what you feel.”

Robbit looked at his brother and smiled at him. Callen reaches out to Alver and looks at him with comfort and warmth. 

“Callen…” Robbit called out, “a person’s happiness is what that mattered… but… there are times that one should give up and let it go…”

"Life is a series of decisions," Callen explained. Both Robbit and Alver looked at him. Callen whispered, “there are times that one shouldn’t let go even if the other would hate you…”

Remembering that life when he had to lose everything. 

“It’s never too late, to be honest.”

It was because Kim Rok Soo has never been honest. 

Robbit nodded and patted his head. Alver looked at Callie and lightly massaged his feet. Meanwhile, Robbit bid them farewell because the entourage would soon parade for the official hunt. 

"You should stay," Alver suggested. 

"I'd like to go... I'd like to find some rabbits... Granny said rabbits' squeals," he pouted. 

Alver imagined a human squealing rather than a rabbit. That vicious old man's teachings are far too realistic for him. It’s even tainting his innocent baby. He just shook his head and patted his baby brother’s back. “Just stick close to Choi Han or Haven-nim.”

“Okies!” 

Callen scooted past his knights and mounted Eruhaben's horse. His entourage followed after the First Prince’s entourage. The second prince also observed the nobles following after the Royal Family. 

Callen looked around and memorized the pathway. The map that Cale Henituse gave him was right on the spot. He just needs to find the cliff, where Iris and Hellion will be forced to stay and commit some grave sin that would tarnish the lady’s reputation. Rape and soon rebellion—that’s what the Third Prince and Third Queen are aiming for. 

His entourage was only composed of Vicross, Ron, Choi Han, and Eruhaben. There were some knights among the first prince’s dark elves. 

Callen looked up. Even the sky isn't cooperating with his plans. He looked at Eruhaben. The old dragon granted their wishes and led them to a dark place before they jumped off the horse and teleported to the cliff, from which they could see the forest from above. 

Vicross, Ron, and Choi Han quickly followed. Callen sat down to watch how things would unfold. 

"Han-yah," Callen exclaimed, "wipe those ants."

The black-robed people aiming to attack Robbit and Alver are on the move. 

"Certainly, My Lord."

Choi Han removed the ostentatious knight's armor. He jumped down while covering his face and head with the hood. Callen can hear the screams that soon died down. Choi Han is the main character of this Munchkin novel. A smile crept across his face. He looked down and called out to Ron, “Granny, take care of those aiming at Hyunnie.”

A golden shield was soon erected around him. The old dragon has transformed into a half-dragon with horns and a golden tail that flicks. At the same time that his hand is pointing down, powerful gold lightning strikes the third prince's flag.  

Ron came back with a cute, furry rabbit in his arms. Callen sweated with cold beads because the old man looked dangerous.

“The third prince is not at his camp,” Ron reported. 

Eruhaben took the child into his arms and cast magic floating on the others. 

"He'll be there," they said as a red signal light flashed in front of them. Cale Henituse must've pinpointed the place where the Third Queen planned on executing her schemes. The third prince will soon drug Iris with needles and an aphrodisiac and force her down. They’re trying to blame Iris' household and take the ore mine under her family’s control.

“For a bitch, she sure does think strategically.” Callen hums. 

[Baby.]

Hm?

[Be careful.]

At the same time, the sight of a bloody falling hand flashes before his eyes. Brown eyes are looking at him while blood drips from the other’s head. 

Callen shivered at that sight. 

“Hyung-nim…” 

It was Alver Crossman. 

He couldn’t shake that foreboding feeling. 

He has to clean up this mess before something happens. 

[***]

Alver felt something strange as he and his people went deep into the forest. There were movements following them, which made it difficult to hunt. 

Robbit, whom he came across was also stunned. 

“They’re aiming for us.”

“Robbit…” Alver alarmingly called, “Callen?”

Robbit also looked around but the child nor his entourage was found. 

“Go look for Lady Iris. The third queen is plotting something.” Alver said and rides the horse back to where he last noticed Callen's presence. Soon, Choi Han who was supposed to be by Callen’s side wiped out some pests that wandered around. 

“Where is he?” Alver asked. 

“He’s with Eruhaben-nim.” Choi Han pointed towards the outermost and most dangerous cliff that was already the boundary to the Breck Kingdom. 

“Follow the path!”

Alver knew that Callen has something up his sleeve but someone he can’t shake that ominous feeling. 

[***]

Iris was looking for some low-class monsters when the Third Prince and Third Queen's entourage kept bothering her. She became separated from the other female knights. She was so desperate to get away that she didn't realize she was right on the border of the Rowoon and Breck Kingdoms. 

She was about to get returned when the queen’s people cornered her. 

“What are you doing?” she asked. 

A small smile crept across their lips. She kicked her horse and hurriedly tried to escape. Arrows and needles were aimed at the horse's rider. She didn't dare to look back and kept riding the horse until she felt that stinging pain on her shoulder as she fell from it.

“How long will you be able to retaliate?” 

The queen, who was supposed to be at the camp, was taking a stroll from here. There was also the Sten Marquessate following behind her. 

“The ore mines will soon be ours.” Marques Sten said and looked down at her, “Your brother sure put up a fight and refused to place that ore mine as your dowry. If we can’t get it, we’ll make it so that your brother has to pay for it.”

Iris shuddered. The knights from the Sten Marquessate began removing their armor and clothes. They were flapping that thing out. 

“Curse you.” She growled and pulled out her sword. She stood up and felt dizzy. Her world was spinning. 

“Haha… For a knight like you, aphrodisiac is still a weakness.”

Marquess Sten looked at her and said, "Your shame and humiliation, breached the marriage agreement with the Royal Family… To save your family, of course, your brother has to pay the price!”

Iris greeted her teeth. She wanted to cry, but she swallowed her tears. She raised her sword and was determined to die for her honor. 

At the same time, a huge golden light struck the flag of the Third Prince. Iris took that moment to knock down one of the knights and run away. 

“Even if you run away, there’s nothing you can do!” The knights followed her. 

However. 

“Ack!”

“Hyup!”

“Damn it!”

Iris can hear them crying. Someone was attacking the knights from behind. She looked to the side and saw Cale Henituse grinning widely while attacking the imperial knights and Marquessate knights from behind. She saw how Cale Henituse looked at her and made a hush gesture. She nodded and fled even before they could reach her. 

— Run straight ahead.

She looked up and saw a golden-haired man and the black-haired royal child flying up the sky.  

“Mommy! Take care of them!” The child waves. 

She looked at Cale Henituse, who wore a black uniform with his face and hair covered. She looked up and noticed that she had almost reached a cliff. She fell due to her hazy vision. She was heaving heavily. 

“Damn it,” she cursed. She thought they’d stopped with it, but they want more. 

Callen jumped down and felt her forehead. 

“Goldie gramps, is brother Ribbit on his way?” Callen asked. 

Instead of replying to him, Eruhaben faced in the direction of the forest. There were knights from the Sten Marquessate and the third queen’s knights who followed. 

“Shall I wipe them out?” Eruhaben asked. 

“Yes…” Callen replied. 

The old dragon raised his hand, gold dust flickered as they exploded one by one. Vicross and Choi Han are wiping out the people after Robbit and Alver. Ron has already returned to the Palace of Joy with a hostage to torture later. 

Callen smiled and looked down at the forces that were fighting the ancient dragon. 

If not for the laughter that permeated from behind. 

“What a vicious kid!” 

Callen turned around, but his neck was already in the hands of the enemy. He senses a powerful dead mana emanating from the man. 

Damn it! Why didn’t I notice him? 

Eruhaben was about to save him, but the golden dragon got pushed back and pinned on the ground with a very powerful attack. The ancient dragon coughs up blood while trying to get up. 

[He’s the enemy!]

Callen looked at him. 

He looked young! He has red hair and a lame white mask. 

“So you’re the one who we failed to kill before, huh?” The red-haired man spoke. “Did you know? Only a reincarnator can kill a single life, just as a single lifer can kill a reincarnator… I can kill you."

Callen grabbed the man’s hand. 

[Callen. Fend him off with my power!  ]

But something was suppressing Callen’s power. 

He sees the red-haired man raise his hand and a red sword in his hand. 

[damn it! Anyone!]

The god of death’s voice made Callen shudder even more. 

“Now die!!!”

Iris stood up and attacked the redhead. However, she was flung far away. She struggled to stand up when she felt those hands all over her. 

Damn it! Damn it!

She watched as the redhead slashed the red sword. 

“Robbit!!!!!!!” She screams. 

At the same time, two swords clashed with the golden dagger. When two powerful forces collided, everyone was blown away. 

Alver and Robbit are both on their way to being swordmasters, but they’re not the types who would say it unless you asked. 

“Callen!” 

The redhead had to let go of the child. Robbit got blown away from the impact while Alver caught him, and turned around to shield him from the next attack from the redhead. 

Everything happened so fast, blood spewed like a fountain. 

“HYUNG-NIM!” Robbit’s miserable cry reverberated. 

Callen, no, Kim Rok Soo slowly looked up. Alver Crossman was smiling at him. 

“You okay, baby?”

His lips quivered. His smile faltered. 

Callen felt that dread eating his sanity away. 

“Hah…” he sighs. 

Alver slowly fell to the ground. 

Callen caught him. He tried to look down and see his hand covered with his brother’s blood. 

Blood… 

Blood… 

Hyunnie’s blood. 

My brother’s blood.

No… 

No… 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

A huge black sphere exploded along with Callen’s cry.

TBC

Chapter Text

Eruhaben immediately flew into the sky, casting flight magic on both Robbit and Iris as well as a golden barrier around Callen. 

“It has begun,” the ancient dragon said. 

A demigod’s awakening varies depending on the power a half-god possesses. "Given that it was the blood and flesh of the God of Death, the strongest god who stood at the top, even you, I can't stay here any longer, but now that you've made a mess, I can't stay here any longer."

Forces from the camp and other households must’ve noticed. The redheaded bastard disappeared, leaving the wailing demigod inside his sphere.

It’s a powerful sword and a divine item at the same time. That dark elf will be in danger if he continues to be inside that black sphere with that wound. 

“Eruha-nim!” Choi Han finally came, with Vicross in tow. 

"Puppy... vicious cook," the dragon said, "defend yourself against those black wind swords once you enter the dome."

Eruhaben is using all his might to contain the demigod’s outburst with his barrier. If he lets the kid run amok, Rowoon's kingdom will disappear. All of them could see all living beings and trees wither as soon as they made contact with that dark power. 

"I'll leave it to you to put him to sleep or whatever." 

Choi Han and Vicross nodded and stormed inside the golden barrier. Robbit also composed himself, although he was worried beyond words. Alver once told him the truth about Callen. He thought it would be alright, but now that this has happened, Callen’s voice of reason and restraint is their brother. 

“I’ll calm him down.” He spoke and readied himself. 

“Robbit!”

Robbit looked at Iris and said, “I am still his brother, Ribbit. If Hyung-nim is not there, I have the responsibility to look after him. Callen is my baby brother.”

Hearing this, the older boy descended and fought back against the swirling black power. He can hear Callen’s cry. He’s screaming out loud. It was painful to hear. It was painful to watch. His tears continued to fall as Alver lay motionless before him. 

“Callie,” he called out. Choi Han and Vicross are shielding him: “Baby, calm down! Hyung-nim's breathing!”

Robbit cried out. Callen looked like he didn’t hear anything. 

They continued to move forward while Robbit continued to call out his name. 

“Callen! Callie!”

Like a prayer, Robbit calls out and tries to calm him down. 

He was close enough. He grabbed him, and he felt that power runs through his veins. He gritted his teeth and ignored the pain. 

“Hyung-nim’s alive! Calm down, Callen!”

Robbit’s eyes widen when he feels the light touch on his hand. When he looked down, he noticed Alver shifting his hand from his to Callen's cheeks. 

“Callie… Baby…” his brother’s voice made the entire sphere silent, “Hyunnie’s fine… calm down…”

Everything stilled as he said those words. 

Callen looked worn, his white hair slowly turning black. His black eyes slowly turned a bright reddish brown. 

[***]

The grin I wear hides the fact that it's empty.

The actual one is abandoned prior because I was left behind…

No one knows I am sobbing.

They will not notice my tears.

At the instant when they believe I am giggling,

I wish they were here…

No one knows it’s agonizing.

They believe that I am strong.

They claim it will not destroy me,

Be that as it may, I keep pondering about whether they are incorrect…

No one knows I’m broken.

They think I am good to go freely,

In any event, I feel like I am shackled by chains,

Caught in the secret…

No one knows I need you.

They assume I can do it all alone,

Yet they don’t realize that I feel as though I'm shackled.

Caught in the act,

Nobody understands how much I depend on you.

They believe I can handle everything on my own.

They have no idea I'm crying.

At the point where I am isolated…

Hyung-nim. 

Hyunnie. 

Nobody realizes what I truly want except to live with you.

“Don’t take him away,” he whispered.

*tap*

Callen looked down and stared at Alver’s weary smile. 

“Callie… Baby…” his brother’s voice made the entire sphere silent, “Hyunnie’s fine… calm down…”

He looked at his side and noticed Robbit holding his arm and Alver holding his cheek. 

“Hyunnie…”

“Yes… Baby… I’m fine… I’m al…right… so… don’t cry…”

Alver’s hand fell once again, but Callen was fast enough to catch it. 

Several knights from different households finally arrived after the black sphere disappeared. 

“Hilsman! Take the stretchers!” Cale Hentiuse ordered. He was already wearing the Northeast region’s uniform. He was taking the prisoners back to the camp. So he had to leave first after giving his orders to ask for a carriage. The Henituses and the Dark Elves immediately acted and placed Alver on the stretcher. 

Callen stood up. He wobbled on his knees as he held Alver’s cape, which Eruhaben had removed. 

“Hyunnie…”

He calls out and is worriedly followed. His small steps were painful to look at. 

Everyone was gritting their teeth while watching the toddler run after the knights as they rescued the First Prince. Robbit looked on as his little brother struggled. The power that ran through his veins made him numb. He wanted to follow after Callen, but he didn’t have enough strength to stand up. He saw how badly his younger brother wanted to be by Alver's side. 

Not only was he weakened, but so were all those who stood up to the dark power. Choi Han and Vicross were all kneeling on the ground, unable to get up and follow their crying master. Eruhaben, whose hand had turned dark, couldn’t also move. 

“Ah!” 

Callen tripped. He fell to the ground. He looked up, lost. He stood up once again and ran as fast as he could, but he continued to trip and fall to the ground. 

“Damn it, move!” Robbit forced himself to stand up. He dragged his numb body to where his little brother was. 

He can already see Callen’s tears falling and the wounds on his feet and knees adding.

“Hyunnie…”

Shit. Robbit curses. He can’t take it. He can’t make himself hear that miserable call. Faster body! Faster! Damn it!

It was Callen’s fifth fall since the child had fallen on his back. He was staring at Alver’s hand falling from the stretcher. 

"Ah... ah... Hyunnie!" Callen had only one thought, no! Don’t take him! 

None of them can understand the looming death that Callen sees. None of them can understand the death that’s about to knock on their doorsteps. 

Robbit struggled and finally reached his brother. He lifted him and made him face him. The toddler looked at him with a sad expression, turning, pulling away to follow the far away stretcher.

"It's okay. It's okay. Everything will be okay," he said as he walked slowly, his steps wider than the child. 

“Let’s go home, alright. Don’t cry please… don’t cry…”

Robbit felt himself crying. 

They were able to stop the third queen’s ploy, but something dangerous happened. 

They were able to stop the queen from earning even more power, but it cost them tears they never wanted to see. 

I swear, I'll place them where they’re supposed to be. 

If fighting for the throne would keep his loved ones from crying, he’d fight for it. 

Unforgivable. Unforgivable. 

His grip on that small body in his arms was firm. 

How dare they make my family cry!

How dare they rob this child’s smile!

The Palace of Joy was immediately sealed after Alver was sent back. The banquet to honor Callen’s birthday was postponed due to a member of royalty being heavily injured. 

The dark elf posing as the palace’s physician summoned a few more Dark Elves and guise Alver’s treatment as confidential even to the royal family. 

The toddler stood up for long hours of waiting while holding Robbit's pants, as anyone could see. He’s not talking to anyone, not even his mommy or grannies. He's not saying anything, just gripping his brother's pants with a pale face and wobbly feet. 

“My Lord.” Choi Han patted his head, “let’s dress your wound, please.”

Choi Han tried for the nth time, but the child remained motionless. 

“His Highness won’t be happy seeing you like this…”

Those words finally made the toddler look at them. He offered his hand and asked to be picked up. It hurts, it really hurts. However, the pain in his heart was far worse than the pain in his feet and knees. 

Ron was finally able to dress his wounds. He'll almost certainly have a fever because this is the first time he's ever had wounds like this. They were unable to treat him quickly enough due to his refusal, but they hoped he would not. 

“Go back...” Callen whispered. 

"We'll go back..." Choi Han said, taking the child outside the First Prince's room. Robbit's attendants were tending to his wounds when Callen approached him and grabbed his pants once more.

A few moments later, the dark elves came out of the room. 

“He’s awake but in critical condition. He asks for the Second Prince.”

“Shouldn’t healers be able to—”

“It’s…” the dark elves couldn’t say anything to the king. They had no excuse since divine power could be fatal or poison the Alver. 

“Callie…” Robbit looked at him, “stay here…”

Robbit entered the room alone. Even the King wasn’t allowed. 

Callen let go because he didn't know who to hold on to. His face was turning even paler as time passed. 

“Callen.” Cale Henituse patted his back. The toddler looked up at him and grabbed his pants. 

***

Inside, Alver was only half awake, but enough to notice who came in. 

“Hyung-nim.”

“Robbit…” 

The scent of herbs and some strange power permeated the air. 

“Callie’s waiting. Are you alright?”

Alver looked at him. 

“If… something happens to me…” Alver whispered, “Take care of him…”

“What are you saying?” Robbit smiled. “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry, Callie. He’s still young. I’ll find healers who can heal you!”

“It won’t… help…” Alver smiled at him, “For I am a dark elf…”

Robbit was stunned and shaken. The sword, just as the golden-haired man said, was both an ancient power and a divine relic. Then... for a dark elf like him? It’s deadly. He clenched his fist and looked down. “Hyung-nim... what about Callie?”

Hearing that, Alver smiled. “Right… Can you call him? Just him please…”

“Alright…”

Robbit stepped outside and looked at Callen. He was sure that Alver would try to talk to the toddler.

"Baby... Hyung-nim wants to see you..." He knelt and reached out to his younger brother. He can't tell him to smile. He can't tell him that he should greet him as if nothing had happened. "Stay with him," is all he has to say to him. 

The child entered the room while Robbit closed the door. He breathed heavily and instructed the people of the Palace of Joy.

Callen locked his gaze on his brother inside the room. 

"Come here..." a frail voice, a frail smile. As he sees death looming above this person, his heart lurched with unbearable pain. 

Alver's hand moved from his cheeks to the back of his head as he approached the bed slowly. 

"Yes... Hyunnie is all right... Did my good Callie cry?"

Liar. 

This person is a liar. Callen wanted to say that, but Alver’s smile made him silent. 

He climbed into bed and sat next to him. Callen wished he possessed the ability to save him. He wished the God of Death's power could help him. But as a demigod, his power could also be considered divinity and could harm the person in front of him. 

“No one can hurt me.” This is the time that Kim Rok Soo ceased speaking as Callen, “only you can.”

The child looked at his older brother, “I, may not be from this world… but you were the first family I’ve ever had…”

Alver looked at him, puzzled, but understood what he was saying. 

“Don’t leave me, please...” Callen begged. "Don't leave me alone like everyone else; you promised you'd never leave me, didn't you? On that cave, you promised... that you'd always be by my side."

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“So don’t leave…”

Alver's heart was pounding so hard. He knew his brother had a secret, but he never imagined it would be this serious. 

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t reply. Replying would give false hope that’s why he can only smile… 

"I really... love you," Alver said, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I really do… I can’t… promise you… anything…”

It was all because he didn’t have the power to dictate his end. 

“Callen… My baby…” Alver miserably called out, “I really want to stay with you…”

He has yet to watch him grow up. 

He has yet to see him enjoy everything in life. 

He has yet to protect himself from everything that may hurt him. 

Callen’s tears fell. He leaned on his brother’s shoulders and cried so loudly. 

[Author: welcome to heart-grinding shop… TTToTTT]

They can only express their true selves to each other. 

[He won’t die.]

Callen sat straight. Alver has already lost consciousness. 

[Place your hand on his chest, Baby, and guide that divine power out of his body.]

Callen felt a hand on his shoulder, guiding him through the power that was poisoning his brother.

He remained calm and memorized how it was done. He already had a triumphant smile when he began coughing up blood after absorbing the power. 

[Bear with it for a moment. It’s the pain that the dark elf is experiencing. But he’ll be fine.]

Fine, my ass! It hurts! 

He whimpered and coughed up blood. This God of Death employs some novel methods for annihilating sentimental moments. At least some color has returned to Alver's face. 

[You should sleep. Next time you’ll wake up, your brother will welcome you.]

Damn you!

[You’re welcome, baby!]

TBC

Chapter Text

Hello, my little redhead. It’s nice meeting you face-to-face.

"For a bastard god like yourself, you do enjoy taking over your "baby's" body," snarks Cale Henituse. He was finally able to see Alver, who had yet to awaken, and the God of Death, who was inhabiting Callen's body. 

He will live.

“He better be.” 

Robbit, who came with Cale Henituse, is silent. His younger brother is behaving like an old man. 

"Your Highness, that's the god of death." devoid of respect and worship, Cale Henituse stated that as a matter of fact. 

Robbit was about to show his respect, but the God of Death stopped him. 

If brother Ribbit shows some respect to me, my baby will get angry at me. Kindly call me grandpa too, Frog Prince. I’m my baby’s biological grandpa!

So why the fuck did he ever get demoted from ribbit to frog prince? And he's perplexed: Is Callen the grandson of the god of death? How? Just plain how? 

As you know, I’m housing his body for now since he’s fallen into slumber. His awakening was quite rough, so he’ll be out for a while. Don’t worry. He’s safe. Nothing can harm him except for divine objects and those close to him. While those with twisted times can hurt each other, true pain is reserved for those closest to the heart. Gods are not omnipotent. So I hope you continue to cherish this child. 

Robbit nodded and smiled at the God of death. 

“Since someone was able to hurt him like this... I presumed it’s that white bastard.” Cale Henituse spoke. 

Unfortunately. If it's the dragon-slaying sword, Baby should be fine because it can never hurt him. However, he was grazed by that man's power. He may or may not be related to the Rowoon Royalty, but I hope the Frog Prince can assist this dark elf for a little longer. 

Robbit remained silent after hearing that. He simply took a deep breath and pondered for a few moments.

You're still feeling it, right? The power of death?

Robbit fixed his gaze on the God of Death. 

Anyone who comes into contact with that power will succumb to fear or a decrease in their body's number until their soul is broken. The swordmaster has already experienced the same with that adorable little chef. However, because he was the one who opposed the power to keep the surroundings from dying, that dragon may not return for some time. 

“Dragon?”

I put them around this child to try to keep his awakening under control, but it had the opposite effect.

The god of death looked at Alver and patted his head. 

Continue being good brothers with my baby. 

That’s what the God of Death said before laying down beside Alver and going to sleep. Robbit breathed hard and looked at his siblings. Remembering how Callen appeared while desperately pursuing Alver strengthened his resolve. 

“Young Lord Henituse.”

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Whose side are you on?” 

Robbit had an inkling that this person was behind the attack on the Sten Marquessate and the Third Queen’s knights. 

“Of course, I’m on my baby’s side! And, in logic, by my dear husband's side.” Cale Henituse elegantly replied and sat down on the long couch. 

Robbit can’t deny that Cale Hentiuse played an important role in suppressing the knights that were trying to kill them. He’s also called by the God of Death in this room to stand guard along with the black-haired man and the two vicious servants. He’s afraid that he might betray them, but Cale Henituse replied, “I am on humanity's side, that’s for sure.”

Humanity, not the royals or the faction. 

Robbit smiled. It’s his turn to suppress what harmed them, and he shall do so if it can protect his loved ones. He might’ve once thought that letting go was the best chance for him, but he was damn wrong. His happiness is the happiness of the people around him. 

Callen’s miserable cry snapped that thread of logic hanging inside his head. 

Callen should never cry in vain. 

That’s what he thought. 

Robbit turned around with a grim expression. He left the Palace of Joy and entered the halls of Rowoon Castle. Before him, the Sten Marquess was on trial for serious offenses. He can see Taylor Sten and Venion Sten on the side, watching. But Robbit won’t be merciful. 

He sat on the highest seat reserved for Alver. He crossed his legs and looked down at Hellion, who was gritting his teeth. The latter still sat on the left side of the hall, while Robbit boldly made his biggest move. 

Showmanship. Elegance. Eloquence. 

He may not be a glib bastard like his Hyung-nim or his sweet-vinegar-induced younger brother, but he has a trait that makes him proud to be the Second Prince.  

"This is a disappointment for the guardian who has served the kingdom for generations," he said clearly, "Not only did you orchestrate such heinous crimes against chastity and even tried to harm royalty, you even tried suppressing the matter when there were pieces of evidence condemning a hypocrite like you." Robbit chuckled.

He could have remained hidden behind Alver the entire time, expressing his desire to be free of the throne. However, if this act can suppress them, he will gladly do so as he has the most network and influence. 

"Marques Sten..." He spoke loudly and dangerously, "You might think the royal family is a joke."

Robbit leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Hellion and the Third Queen, who stood on the opposite side of the hall from the King. 

"To preserve the integrity of the guardians of Rowoon Kingdom, this man Edward Sten shall be stripped of his title and sent to the dungeon. I hereby appoint the firstborn, Taylor Sten, who has no participation in this incident, as the new Marquess. Venison Sten, who participated in this, shall be sent to the penitentiary, along with the Marchioness who participated. As the involvement of the third queen is clear... Your Majesty."

His tone speaks of justice that the king of Rowono cannot refuse. 

“You may do as you please.” Zed Crossman nodded and gave his edict. 

“She shall be stripped of her title as Official Queen and be detained to her quarters indefinitely.” 

This is equivalent to deposing the third queen as the official queen. 

Robbit finally stood up and stared at the nobles whose participation was still unknown. 

"Let this be a warning to all nobles... Don't touch the wrong person," Robbit says as he slams his hand over the railings and leans forward.

Don’t touch the Seventh Prince.

The warning was as clear as day. The nobles were already aware of the black sphere's connection to the Seventh Prince. However, the second prince did not hesitate to use words to force the nobles to submit. The Second Prince rules over the Capital in the same way that Deruth Henituse ruled over the Northeast. He can destroy the household that has harmed someone in his ward if he so desires. 

Robbit fixed his gaze on Hellion, who couldn't look at him. 

After dismissing the trial, he walked into the middle of the hall. 

He looked up and noticed Zed Crossman's expression. 

How amusing. This man they called father was nowhere to be found when they needed him the most.  

Robbit made the decision not to pursue the man who had murdered his siblings. He'll create a kingdom in which he won't have to use force to suppress and kill his siblings for power. He and Hyung-nim have long decided not to follow this man’s lead. 

He returned to the Palace of Joy and saw his mother emerge from Alver's room. 

He smiled at his mother, but Amiah quickly drew him in close. 

“You’ve done well.” 

"I haven't done anything yet for them..."

"No... Being a good brother to them and being by their side in their times of vulnerability is the grandest form of affection you can do for them," Amiah patted her son's head.

Robbit, who had been driven to the corner, had a hurtful expression on his face. 

“I have to be strong…”

“Yes… you should…”

“I have to take care of Callie if something happens to him…” 

He strived to be Alver and kept chasing after him. 

“Mom… I…”

Amiah shut him off and gave a small smile, “Cherish that feeling, alright?”

Robbit wiped his tears and smiled. “Thank you, Mom…”

Amiah smiled at him and said, “I’ll take care of the inner courts. Stay with them for now.”

Robbit entered the room and sat on the seat next to the bed. Cale Hentiuse was sleeping on the couch. Choi Han was standing with his eyes closed while hugging his sword. Ron was taking care of Alver and Callen. 

He was ready to mumble by himself when…

“You look like shit.” He looked up and saw Alver looking at him. 

“You are shit.” he replied, “a dumb shit.”

Robbit’s tears were uncontrollable. “Don’t ever tell me to take good care of Callie... You should take good care of me too, you bastard Hyung-nim.”

“Hah! Now you learn how to curse me.”

“Because you’re an idiot. Damn you. Bring me back the tears I wasted on you.”

Alver chuckled lightly and rose from the bed. His wound healed after he took the black thing from the side table. He looked down and noticed his curled-up little brother. Callen’s face was pale and he sweated cold beads. 

“What happened?” Alver asked. 

Robbit looked at Cale Henituse, who was now awake. 

“Baby saved you.” Cale Henituse spoke, “He drew the divine power from your wound. Don’t worry, the God of Death said that it’s normal for a newly awakened demigod. You must’ve triggered that. His per-awakening happened not long ago at Henituse County. His body must’ve been in shock.”

Alver's hand moved to Callen's head as he heard that. He let out a sigh. 

"How are things in the hall?"

"I took good care of them," Robbit said, "but you better get better first... leave things at my end for the time being."

The brothers exchanged glances before nodding. Cale Henituse shook his head, annoyed by the awkward situation. 

"I'll stay here for now," Cale Henituse said, "because the God of Death asked me to stay here for a few more days because that bastard may or may not return. Take care of yourself before worrying others, Alver Crossman.”

That gave no conclusion. 

Alver couldn’t sleep at night whenever Callen moved or trembled in his sleep. As Callen became restless in his sleep once again, Alver rose from the bed. He placed Callen’s head on his lap and wrapped him with blankets. 

"Callie..." he murmured into the child's ear. It's almost dawn, and Callen has been fast asleep for days. 

"Urgh... Hyu...nnie..." 

“I’m here.”

He whispered again and brushed his fingers across the child's head. Callen has a fever, but no medicine or treatment can help him. It’s upsetting that the only thing he can do is pat his head and let him stay close to him. 

He can see Callen opening his eyes, but the mere small light from the rising sun was painful to the eyes. 

“Just close your eyes.”

"Hyunnie..." the child scooted closer and buried his face in his brother's waist, "Fine?"

"I'm fine, but you're not..." 

Callen raises his head and slumps back. He took Alver's hand from his head and hugged him tightly while holding his palm against his chest. 

"Stupid Hyunnie..."

“Yes… I’m an idiot… sleep…”

“I don’t want Hyunnie to suffer for Callie.”

"But I have to... I want to keep you safe," Alver said, gritting his teeth.

Callen opened his eyes slightly. His head hurts so much, and his chest continues to pound and squirm inside his rib. 

"Who will protect me if you die? You'll hurt me more than protect me," the child frowned, "Hyunnie should just stay by my side... that's all you need to do..."

Alver wiped away his tears. He smiles and kisses his brother's temple. He didn't say anything but smiled his heart out, letting all his inhibitions out. 

He’s blessed to have been able to meet and raise this child he treated as his. 

“Alright… I’ll stay by yours… so… stay with mine…”

Even if there may be times when they are unable to be by each other's sides. 

Please allow me to be selfish once in my entire life.

He wants to see through the life he protected and raised devotedly his entire life. 

[***]

Callen woke up on the fifth day of his slumber. It was bright and clear that day. His head and heart stopped hurting, so he sat up straight, frowned, and squinted his eyes. 

"Good morning," he said, a smile so bright it could put the sun to shame flashing before his eyes.

"HYUNNIE!" He leaps from the bed and clings to Alver's body like a koala. If Callen acted like this, he must have forgotten they'd talked a long time ago. 

Nonetheless, Alver did not disappoint and lavishly spoiled his younger brother. 

"Hello, Baby..."

"Hello, Brother Ribbit!" 

If he acted like this, he didn't appear to be in a deep slumber or fever. 

When Ron arrived to take him to the bath, his older brothers began to discuss things. Everything appeared so normal that it was frightening. 

When Robbit had caught up with the discussion, he looked at Callen. The toddler climbed the seat next to Alver and crammed himself into the single-sitter chair. 

“You’ll be moving to your new palace…” 

“I have one?”

“You forgot?”

“Oh, the one Mr. Woof gave me?” Callen thought for a while, “but I live here.”

But even before Alver could say a thing, the royal knights came to his palace and brought the poor toddler to his palace. Robbit and Alver were smiling because Callen kept arguing with the grand chamberlain and soon with Zed Crossman. 

Callen was forced to live in his palace and meet with the concubines, princes and princesses, and nobles who came to congratulate him on his birthday because it is customary for a prince to have his palace at the age of five. 

"Are you sure you're not going to take him back, Hyung-nim?"

"It's customs," Alver says, smiling. Robbit shook his head. 

But only one day, no, only a few hours. A wailing toddler can be heard outside the Palace of Joy, refusing to return to his palace because shitty nobles are after him. 

“HYUNNIE! OPEN THE GATES!!! I CAN’T SLEEP!”

Robbit chuckled. They have to put up with all those embarrassing things from their baby, so it should be okay to prank that rascal one time. 

“HYUNNIE!!”

Alver laughed and finally made his way to the palace gates. He told the dark elves to play with him because he was working on something in the Palace of Joy.

A toddler, hugging his teddy, sat on the ground plucking weeds. Callen looked pitiful, but Alver couldn't shake the feeling. His brother is mature enough, but childish due to his physical appearance. 

"Can't sleep?" Alver chuckled at the scowling toddler. 

“Hyunnie...” Alver carried the pitiful toddler and entered his palace. 

Soon, the bright halls and cheering came into view. 

“Happy Birthday, Young Prince!”

It was the people of the Palace of Joy. Robbit, Amiah, and Iris were also present. Eruhaben has returned from his den to resume his duties as a tutor. 

“You prepared this?’

“Hm? How was our prank?”

“Not funny… they keep bugging me!” Callen childishly said. 

“Callen…”

“Hm?”

“I wish you well and many more birthdays to come. Brother loves you, baby.”

They said that a god's happiness blesses those around them. 

A huge smile appeared on the toddler's face, and a bright shining light shone upon them. It looked dusty but beautiful. 

“As baby loves Hyunnie!”

How cute can he be!

TBC

Chapter Text

Even without Callen's knowledge, Ribbit has been running around his palace. 

"Kyaah! So manly, brother Ribbit! But your tiddies aren't up to Hyunnie yet! Hail to Grandpa Benedict!" Callen squeals while perched on top of Choi Han’s shoulder, making Robbit blush furiously while all the young nobles, especially the young noble ladies, laugh at him. 

As usual, his baby has no qualms about saying whatever he wants. His Callie, it appears, prefers to sabotage his love life rather than help him with one. Who in their right mind would keep track of the times he's been dumped rather than the times he's been cool? It's just his Baby Brother that loves to drive him crazy. Thanks to that, he got the word “embarrassed” and anything associated with it out of his dictionary. 

“Ah. When will you ever go with Brother Ribbit’s flow and help him with his love life?”

“Never! It’s my lifelong mission to bully Brother Ribbit!” 

Hear that? He’d rather do that than help. That sounded dangerous, to the point where Robbit felt chills down his spine. 

So why is this toddler here? 

"Hyunnie said I should go to brother Ribbit and report to him the tenth time you get dumped."

“You know, Callie?” Robbit scowled. Even that older brother is keeping track of him getting dumped. He looked at his baby brother and stretched out, “I wonder if you are my siblings…”

What good siblings he has?! They’re vicious!

“Anyway, Baby…”

Robbit leaned close to Callie, “How should I pursue Iris now?’

Callen grinned wildly, “You know… Grandpa Benedict said…”

and the rest is history. 

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"HYUNNIEE! BROTHER RIBBIT WAS DUMPED AGAIN! HAHAHAHHAHA!"

Alver welcomed his baby brother. He caught his running brother and saw Ribbit frowning deeply. 

"For the tenth time..."

"He'll be dumped ten times more," Callen added. 

Robbit simply sighed and ignored his younger brother. 

"What happened, brother?"

"The third queen was quite upset, so His Majesty appointed your mother as official Queen," Alver said, tapping Callen's buttocks. He kept wiggling up, even though he was already in his arms. 

“We can rest for a bit now.” Alver smiled and patted Robbit’s shoulder. “I planned on going to Henituse County, do you want to go with us?”

“Right?! Go with us! It’ll be fun to bully brother Ribbit on the way!”s

"See that Hyung-nim?" Robbit acted childishly but laughed when Callen laughed. “I’ll go.”

"Then I'll let you know when the target date is."

"All right... be safe on your way home."

“I’ll drop Callie again tomorrow.”

"Am I allowed to bite his cheeks?" Robbit inquired. Callen flinches and frowns at him. "Never mind, it's just baby fat."

“Cute fats!” Callen protested. 

The brothers parted ways, and the first and seventh princes decided to go home. 

The incident happened a month ago. Callen was still residing in the Palace of Joy. He continued to refuse to go to his palace. Who would want to go to a palace where nobles tried to make their way in? He feels most secure in the palace of joy. 

“Hyunnie.”

“Hm?”

"You're not going to ask what happened before?" Callen stopped talking like a child. As they walked into the Palace, he just looked at Choi Han and rested his cheeks on his brother's shoulder. 

"No..." Alver replied, "It doesn't matter who you are, you're my brother, so that's fine."

"I might not be your real brother," Callen said quietly.

"Were you the one I fed every night and changed diapers?" Alver gently patted his back.

Callen simply nodded. 

"Were you the child I adored for five years and counting?"

He nodded again. 

“It’s fine then. That’s all that mattered…”

[Well, you’re supposed to be his brother anyway; it’s just that this body died before you could have it.]

Callen frowned even more. He just learned something annoying. 

[Let’s just say you went through a very complicated process.]

Process my a$$. You just want to torment me.

[Not at all, Baby! You already know how much I adore you! ]

That's cheap knowing it came in front of the God of Death. 

Callen raises both arms to Alver's neck and pushes him away slightly. He cupped his brother's cheek and looked at him cutely. 

"Hyunnie..." Callen smiled at him, "I'll tell you when it's time..."

Alver lovingly looked at him and replied, “Whenever you’re ready.”

Callen smiles and then acts as if he's thinking, "What should I do with Brother Ribbit? He's so annoying to watch."

Alver shook his head and said, “Why not make him go on a date?”

“A date?”

Kim Rok Soo, on the other hand, is a moron when it comes to love. After all, he didn't have anyone to cherish or a family to die for. He has never been on a date or attended a marriage interview. You could say that his love life has been so monotonous that he finds joy in bullying his brother, Ribbit. 

"Ah!" Callen tapped Alver on the shoulder, signaling that he wanted to go down. He rushes up to Choi Han and raises both of his hands, signaling that he wants something. “Hyunnie! I’ll go to the library! See you later!”

Alver shook his head and laughed. 

“Well, I hope things go well for Robbit.” But that will be chaotic.

Alver decided to do his work for the time being. He has some time before Callen storms into the room with trouble. 

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The toddler went to the Royal Library. Grandpa Benedict has a lot of books, including one titled "Art of Seduction," which sounded gross. Callen opened that book and recorded it quickly when Cale Henituse approached him nonchalantly. 

“Wow… is that something a five-year-old should read?” 

“I need to help Brother Ribbit with his love life. He’s annoying to watch.”

“Then, why not ask Father?”

“Father? Count Deruth?”

“Yes.” Cale Henituse spoke, “even though he looked goofy, he did marry my mother and Violan. Lady Iris can be considered of the same race.”

The race did come out of Cale’s mouth. 

“Where is he?” Callen asked. 

"Come with me..." Cale walked out of the Library, holding the toddler in his arms. When they saw Count Henituse talking with someone outside the grand hall, Choi Han followed them. 

Callen squeals and waves as the Count approaches. Cute mode on!

The Count ignored the person he was speaking with and quickly approached him, saying, "Greetings to the lively and cutest sun of Rowoon..."

Count Deruth looked down at the book he was holding. "This isn't something you should be reading," he said, raising his brow.

“But Callie wants to read it for Brother Ribbit. Callie wants little nephews, but Brother Ribbit is so frustrating to watch.”

Soon after, another noble approached the toddler and the redhead. "I think you should ask this man, baby," Deruth said, smiling. "This is Count Sierra, Lady Iris's older brother."

Callen looked at the man, who resembled Lady Iris. 

"Hello, Older Pretty-boeni!" The Count who came to greet him was taken aback, but who couldn't smile when greeted by a cute toddler? 

"Hello, My Prince. I heard Iris has been good company to you, and I appreciate you looking out for my sister."

"Yes, Callie likes Iris-noona!" Callen exclaimed, "But Brother Ribbit is so useless and frustrating!"

The count had a happy expression on his face. Royal children usually keep their emotions in check and say things to please others, but this child is an exception. The count examined the book in the child's arms. 

"So the little prince wishes to assist them?"

"Yes!" He has all the time in the world, so he might as well pitch in. 

Count Henituse laughed out loud, and Count Sierra also had a smile on their face. 

"My sister appeared to be frustrated right now, My Prince," the count said calmly. "I'll help, My Prince."

Ohhh. It's too early for Valentine's Day, but Robbit and Iris already have four devil cupids plotting their love lives!

Not from far away, Robbit trembled violently. Is someone plotting behind my back?

No way he’ll know it’s his cute rascal of a little brother. 

[***]

“Brother Ribbit!!!!!!!” 

The feeling he had not long ago came back. He had goosebumps all over, and his sense of danger is warning him to avoid his baby brother at all costs. That sense of danger is warning him to be wary of that huge smile!

*thud!*

Seeing him about to fall, Robbit immediately caught him. 

“Caught Brother Ribbit!” 

He frowned deeply. He's relieved that he's not in any way hurt. 

"Please be careful next time," he said and lifted him in his arms. 

"If Brother Ribbit and Hyunnie keep carrying Callie, I won't be able to learn to walk for long."

"That's fine," Robbit said, "we'll spoil you rotten or even have your feet never touch the ground."

"How romantic! Brother Ribbit should be romantic to Iris-noona as well!"

That dreadful sensation. 

“You know that I’m pursuing her right?” Robbit asked, “But Callie, you didn’t have to do anything. If I’m going to woo someone, I want to have her by myself… with my efforts so…”

“Brother…” Callie looked at him, “I told you didn’t I? Just be honest… there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Callie's hands Robbit a red rose. “You start clearing things with her before you pursue her.”

“Was that in Grandpa Benedict’s book?”

“Nope…” Callie shook his head, “Nothing in that book can help Brother if he’s not honest.”

Robbit was silent. 

"After all, love is like a solitary dance with no one to admire leaving a petal at it wither away," Callen learned from Alver and the people around him, "Love is knowing... the happiest yet most painful one to bear. Brother Ribbit, you're the only one who can make beautiful scenery for yourself why exile yourself to hesitation and desolation?" 

Robbit settled Callen down. 

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Brother… Lady Iris is returning with the Count to the Northwest…She’ll be knighted soon…”

Callen spoke, “Once she becomes a knight, you won’t be able to pursue her anymore.”

A royalty and a knight could never be together. That’s what the law said. Their status would go against the law. 

Hearing that, Robbit stood up and looked at his brother. 

Callen looked at him and smiled, “Brother…”

Robbit turned around in a hurry and said, “Take the seventh prince back to the palace of Joy!” before running as fast as he could. 

“Brother Ribbit! They’re preparing to leave at their mansion!” Callen shouted and waved at him, “good luck!”

Robbit waved back and rode his horse to hurry to Sierra’s villa.

Meanwhile…. 

"What a jerk..." Cale sneers as he mounts Callen's horse. They’re following Robbit. 

“Well… Count Sierra agreed with my plan…”

"If things go well, it will go according to what Father said," Cale smirked, relishing the upcoming messed-up confession. 

"I should thank Grandpa for these things, Mommy; I can have baby nephews!"

“For an old man like you,” Cale Henituse smiled, “You’re quite shrewd.”

Of course, Callen made sure that his Hyunnie was there as well.

"Let's show Brother Ribbit what true embarrassment is!!!!!!!!!!!!"

What a good little brother you are, Kim Rok Soo!

Fighting Brother Ribbit!

TBC

Chapter Text

What is the first and most important rule that Robbit should never break? He must avoid becoming nothing more than a friend. That’s Callen 1.01 number one tactic!

"Baby, you know what?" Cale Henituse said calmly as he rode the horse, "this story is messed up from the beginning."

"We'll just throw all the gags here, mommy!" laughs Callen, and they soon arrive at the Siera Household's Villa. 

They can see Robbit, who is in a state of panic, and Alver Crossman, who is about to board his carriage. 

"Hyung-nim!" Robbit jumped off his horse and grabbed Alver's shoulder.

Alver's expression was befuddled. His attention shifted from Robbit to Cale and Callen, who was hiding behind the tree. 

"She's inside..." smirked Alver Crossman, "Better hurry... they're about to leave."

Robbit nodded and thanked Alver before rushing away. 

The first prince looked at them and crossed his arms, saying, “Was that enough, Baby?”

“The best Hyunnie! Time to follow brother Ribbit!” The toddler runs away, with Cale following from behind. Alver also followed, with Choi Han tailing them from behind. 

“Isn’t it tiring, Your Highness?” Choi Han asked. 

“I just need to get used to it,” Alver replied, laughing it out. 

Callen devised this farce with the help of two counts from the north, a ten-year-old and himself. 

“Baby, what should I expect?”

“an embarrassing confession! For brother Ribbit’s 11th time getting dumped!” What a vicious toddler. 

Alver was looking forward to it. Count Henituse and Count Sierra are having a small tea party in this villa right now. The Sierra won’t be leaving the capital for a few more days, but it seems like Robbit lost some information on the Sierra household. Callen must’ve ordered Ron and Eruhaben-nim to meddle with it. He smiled. What a terrifying toddler.

[***]

Iris was sitting near the fountain. Her brother approached her and asked if she wanted to be knighted. She'd be free of marriage proposals if she became a knight, but Robbit had been making advances on her. 

She can’t ignore that. 

"Lady Iris," a young noble approached her. He offered her a drink, but she declined. 

Some attempted to woo her. After all, the mining ore was a jackpot that everyone would want to control. 

She heard them say that they were unlike the Royal Family or the Third Prince. If they’re different, they should’ve just ignored her and not made any moves on her. 

Ignoring this bastard, she decided to go back to the tea party when the man grabbed her. Unlike the royals, this jerk!

She was about to kick this jerk where it hurt the most when someone grabbed her back and kicked the young noble on the ground.

Robbit’s familiar back came into her vision. He was standing tall and proud with a huge scowl on his face. He was still holding her hand without the intention of letting go. 

“I don’t want to see you around her anymore.” Robbit’s warning sounded dangerous even to her. 

Soon, Robbit dragged her away. He looked tense and in a state of panic. He looked impatient too. 

She silently followed him, but they ended up right next to the party venue on the path walk. 

Robbit drew her in close and forced her to look at him. 

“Iris.”

“Your Highness.”

“Choose me.” 

She was taken aback because Robbit appeared so manly in front of her eyes. He was staring her down with trembling lips and his hands on her shoulders. 

"Don't become a knight... Don't go back there..." his voice was hoarse but so loud that it almost sounded like a shout. “Choose me!”

What? What is he saying?

“I know you hated Royalty and I know you hated me too, but please… give me a chance… give me one chance… I’m unlike the royals hated… I’m unlike my siblings but I do love my Baby Callie… Please…” 

Robbit looked exhausted. Sweat beads rolled from his forehead down to his cheek. 

"I liked you before... I liked you since we were children..."

Robbit's eyes were only reflecting her in there. He can’t see anyone but her right now. 

"Can't you make me an exception? I'm willing to beg." 

This young man is asking what she's been contemplating, after all, that ordeal.  

“Choose me. I like you."

The silence engulfed them. Robbit was waiting for her response when they heard a small squeal not far behind. 

Callen is giggling nonstop, Alver and Cale are smirking, and nobles have come to see what's going on between them. They were all looking at them with knowing gazes. 

“So sweet.”

“The fondness of youth.”

“It’s s confession!”

"Kyah! The Second Prince looks so manly!”

“Kyaaah! Brother Ribbit! I love you too!” Callen snarks and laughs out loud, “I didn’t know I’d hear brother Ribbit like that!”

It was then that Robbit realized everyone, as in all of the nobles who attended the tea party, had witnessed his confession. 

Aren’t they supposed to be preparing to leave? Why are nobles here? They appeared to be attending a party. Robbit was so confused that he looked at his little brother, who was grinning like a little devil right now. 

“T... the... hell?” He stepped back and looked at Iris, who was grinning widely at him. “Shit… so lame…”

Callen’s laughter echoed along with Cale and Alver. Count Deruth’s laughter also mingled with their laughter that Robbit had to swallow his pride and…

“Shit!” He turned around and ran away out of embarrassment. 

“AH! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!” The laughing toddler ran after his second brother, “BROTHER RIBBIT, YOU HAVEN’T HEARD HER— KYAAAAHHH! HAHAHHAHAHHA” 

Robbit snatched the child and rode the horse to the outskirts of the city. 

When they were a good distance away from the Sierra household, Robbit sat down on the ground, hugging his giggling younger brother like a teddy bear. 

"You rascal, you lied to me," he heaves exasperatedly, burying his face in his brother's back and letting out a muffled yell. 

"I have no idea what to do with you, my little brother!"

Ever since Callen had been jinxing his love life, nothing goes in his way!

He sat his baby brother facing him. 

“Callie... Callie... I want to bite your cheeks… hmm!” He wants to. He can’t get angry with him, but he just wanted to pull some sort of shit on him right now. 

Callen had been laughing nonstop. 

Soon, another horse came. It was being ridden by Iris. She dismounted from her horse and looked him in the eyes. 

“You ran away before I could give my reply.” Iris smiled at him. 

“GO, SIS! DUMP MY STUPID BROTHER!” Callen happily shouts, sure that the opposite will happen. The god of death told him that he can play with their fate as long as he doesn’t change the entirety of their lives. After all, the child that Iris lost in the world's previous time was Robbit's, and Callen is just making things right before they’re destroyed once again.

“CALLEN!” Robbit weakly reprimanded his brother and looked at Iris. 

“I hate the royals,” Iris said. 

Robbit was ready to get dumped for real but… 

“I knew you were different. Same as that child and the First Prince. It’s just my pride speaking for me.” Iris honestly replied to him. 

Robbit understands. Her parents died because of the royal family, forcing her and the count to prematurely take up the reigns. 

He remained silent. 

He slowly let go of Callen’s hand before he approached her and took her hands in his. 

"Iris... I..." it's fine, she doesn't have to force herself. She doesn’t have to. She simply needs to be somewhere she will be happy. 

"I've always liked you..." Iris said as she smiled at him. “It has always been you.”

Robbit's eyes brightened when he heard that. He smiled at her and lightly rubbed his brow against hers. 

It would have been a lovely scene if it hadn't been for the toddler, who was grinning widely and looking up at them. 

"If Brother Ribbit shows Callie mature content, Hyunnie will murder him."

Kim Rok Soo, congratulations on destroying the romantic scene! But this is fun!

"Callie will now accompany Hannie! (Choi Han) Have fun, Brother Ribbit!" the toddler bowed and left while skipping.

Oh my ghad, Robbit seems to have lost interest in making a romantic comeback. He couldn't help but snort and laugh as he watched his baby brother wiggle his butt while walking to Choi Han. Iris shared the same sentiment. 

They looked at each other and laughed once again. Their forehead bumping on the other, their hands holding each other. 

Anyway, his baby brother did all the work, so he might as well forgive him for tricking him big time.

[***]

a few days later… 

“Hyunnie, I love Brother Ribbit now. Look! Look! He gave me pocket money!” It’s not just any pocket money, it looked like it would cost a fortune. “Let’s go, Hyunnie, my treat!”

Alver sure got a wonderful little brother. 

TBC

I will update another fic; the finished parts here are already posted. 

~jisei!

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After that ordeal, Alver and Callen were able to sleep soundly. 

Alver once had a dream. 

A drunken man is abusing a young boy, of about five or six years old. He curls to the side, holding back his tears, as he sees him running away with that silhouette following him. He stood by the side, his face expressionless. As he watches his dream, he can feel his anguish. He wanted to move but couldn't. He wants to pursue the child and reclaim him. However, he can’t. 

The scene had changed. 

a ruined structure, and a boy of sixteen or seventeen buried beneath the rubble. 

Someone... anybody... 

The rain continued to fall and flood the ruins where the boy was trapped. He can't move and can only lie on the ground, feeling the weight of the rubble on him. 

Please... save me... I don't care who... help me. 

It was at this point that Alver was able to move. He knelt in front of the boy and cupped both of his cheeks to keep him warm in this cold place. 

It'll be fine... He said it quietly, smiling at the boy, who couldn't see his face .  

The earth around them began to tremble, and Alver was greeted by a bright light. 

It was the moment he awoke with tears streaming down his cheeks. 

That dream was so vivid that it seemed almost real. He could feel his heart racing as he took deep breaths. He became aware of the weight on one side. Callen was pillowed on his arm while hugging his waist. He felt relieved when he saw him, but not at the same time. 

He moved and wrapped the blanket around his brother before embracing him tightly and deciding to ignore their early meeting for the time being. He had the impression that he didn't want to let go of this little rascal just yet. 

So he’ll just make do with Callen’s milk breath and bear with it for a few more minutes. 

“Hyunnie… look like a pervert…”

"My name is Hyunnie," he replied coolly, "and good morning."

"Good *yawn* morning," the toddler said as he burrowed deeper into his brother's arms. Alver smiled as he wrapped one of his small arms around his waist and formed a pillow with the other.

"Are you going to see Brother Ribbit?" Alver inquired. 

"No, I'll stay for the day. Brother Ribbit needs to spend some time with Iris-noona. I’m going to stay with Hyunnie today.”

The siblings shared similar smiles before rising to greet the day. 

If this was his original world, today would be Christmas.

Callen decided to do something special for Alver and Robbit. He was really looking forward to it. So he asked Granny Ron, Goldie Gramps, Vic-Nonna, and his Hannie to accompany him outside to find something special for his siblings. He made a deal to meet with Cale Hentiuse. 

“What are you going to find, My Little Lord?”

“Something Hyunnie might like.”

Cale Henituse took a look around. 

"There's nothing special today, so I'm curious..." Cale inquired honestly. If this is a gift, he has already given Alver a lot of paperwork as a gift. He intends to drive that son-of-a-bitch-crown prince insane who overworked him before he turned back time. 

"Today is the day of giving love in our world," Callen responded, "when someone gives something worthwhile and wonderful for someone they cherish."

"There's something along those lines."

“Yes. It has to be the 25th.”

The toddler smiled brightly and rushed to some stores. He had been looking into cool things, but it doesn’t seem right. He wants them to use it. childish thoughts, but he really wants to give them something that can make them remember what he gave them. 

"Woah... look at that diamond," he can hear several nobles exclaim as they gaze at each diamond on display. 

The child entered the store. He doesn't particularly like them, but there's something about them that he really, really wants to see. 

A brown diamond brooch. The nobles prefer bright colors such as emerald and green but reject dull colors such as this. 

“Callie-nim?” Choi Han followed the toddler. 

"Ah... what can I do to help you?"

Callen turned to face the assistant who had approached him. "How much?" he asked, pointing to the lovely brown diamond brooch.

"It's not for sale, My Lord..." 

Why is it on display if it isn't for sale? 

Cale was about to step in when Callen interrupted, saying, "Too bad... I want to give it to him."

He's not putting forth any effort to obtain it. 

“To whom are you giving it, My Lord?” 

Callen looked at him and said, “I want to give it to Hyunnie...

The nobles who only knew how to gossip gasped when they heard the word Hyunnie. Only one person is known as Hyunnie, and only one person can address him as such. The nobles saluted and bowed their heads. 

"Greetings, Seventh Prince."

A toddler searching for jewels to give to the first prince. The stunned assistant bowed his head, fearful for his life. 

“Um…”

"Why do you want to give it to the First Prince?" asked an elderly man. He was seated in a wheelchair. 

"It's still me of Hyunnie," the toddler replied. This brown diamond appears to be gold now that a ray of sunlight has reflected its luster.

"You adore your big brother, don't you?"

The toddler agreed with a smile. Callen didn't bother asking why they wouldn't sell it. He made the decision to look for something other than this. He just can't help himself. The box has something engraved on it. The Best Companion 

It's something a lover would give to someone they care about. 

"Hand it over to the little prince." 

Callen looked at the elderly gentleman. He noticed him removing something from his clothes. He wore a brooch similar to the brown diamond. It was darker, almost black, but it looked like a diamond too. 

"These were the first two gems that we polished in our entire lives when we first opened this shop." 

The old man took the box from the glass cabinet and placed the black diamond on the other side. 

“When the sun shines so bright, this Dawn’s Smile will shine brightly like the sun... At the same time, this Twilight Tear will shine with thousands of stars in it whenever moonlight passes through it.” 

The old man smiled at Callen. "I hope his highnesses and I continue to be the best of friends."

Callen smiled and accepted the little box. He didn't have to pay anything. 

This treasure is something that they couldn’t value. 

Callen looked at the older man’s back. It was strange that he could see something transparent behind him. But it had a huge grin on its face. That shadow looked at him. 

“Grandpa…” Callen called out, “Your brother said, you’re the best too, grandpa! Thank you for this!” 

Callen looked at Cale and asked him to keep it for him. Callen turned around and said, “You’ll still live a long time! I’ll visit some other time too! Let’s have some tea.”

“Hoho… you’re calling me grandpa, My Prince… what a lovely little child you are!” the old man laughed, while Callen noticed the shadow leaving his brother’s side. “See you soon, my prince. Hope this old can entertain you while you’re at it!”

Callen and his group bid the old man farewell. He bought some cufflinks for brother Ribbit and gave it to him before going straight home. 

He can see Alver getting dressed. 

“Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to meet some representatives from the other kingdom.”

Callen adorably pulled the chair from the side, climbed on it, and signaled for his brother to come closer. 

Alver was trying to tie his Carvat tie. 

“Yes?”

“Come closer…” 

Alver decided to ignore tying his corvette in place when Callen grabbed his necktie and put something on it. He was watching his brother expertly tying it and soon he noticed the beautiful brown diamond brooch hanging on his neck. 

“Hyunnie! I’ll be in your care for another year!!!” the child's laughter filled his ears. Alver looked at Callen, smiling brightly without care for the world. “Remember that Callie will always be with you… May all that is beautiful, and meaningful and brings you joy be yours throughout these years…”

Alver gazed at his brother and soon he embraced him tight. 

“My baby looks so cool right now…” A simp of a brother he is, to hell whoever told him that!

Alver kisses Callen’s forehead and said, “Wishing you all the timeless treasures of our years together – the warmth of home, the love of family, and the company of good friends fill you with happiness. I’ll watch over you, take care of you… so… live well and be happy… I love you, baby…”

Callen giggled and raised both his arms to embrace his brother back. 

“Hyunnie!!!” 

This is the laughter that he so wanted to protect. 

On that very day, Alver dreamed of the same young man whom he saw under the rubble. His body was filled with scars. It wasn't the same heartbreaking dream, but that black-haired man walked forward on that single-planked bridge with a smile on his face. 

.

.

.

Since Callen's shadow had not been seen at the Second Prince's Palace, Robbit came to the Palace of Joy to look for his younger brother. His day isn't complete if he can't see even a speck of his mess or his shadow. 

He was surprised to see Alver sign documents while Callen folds them into origami paper planes. 

"You do realize they're official documents," he says, pointing to the papers Callen was playing with. Sten marquisate was opened up to trade, giving Alver enormous power. 

"Your Highness... Young Lord Gyerre and Young Lord Henituse have requested an audience." 

"Invite them in."

Callen stood up from the floor. Ron quickly drew two chairs and sat Robbit on one of them. 

Antonio Gyerre and Cale Henituse both showed up. 

"Greetings, Rowoon Kingdom Suns."

Cale Henituse immediately raised his head when a cute toddler approached and latches himself on his leg. “Mommy! I missed you!”

"Yes, Baby... I missed you..." Cale responded, lifting the little prince into his arms. Everyone knows that the little prince adores the young Henituse and even refers to him as "Mommy." He was even there when the little prince got sick after the attack and has been doting on him ever since. 

“Husband, I missed you,” Cale called out to Alver Crossman. 

"Enough," Alver grumbled angrily, "please shut up, okay?"

“Well, did you find my gifts wonderful?”

“What a bastard.” 

“Glad you like it, husband.” Cale laughed and sat with the toddler on his lap. 

Antonio Gyerre's eyes, the infamous little prince. His grandmother told him that the power he felt on the day of the hunt could be related to him. He was aware that the king favored this son and that even the second prince was smitten with him. The first prince was naturally doting and loving toward the young prince because he was raised in this manner. Not only that, but the power that rules the leaderless Northeast has sided with this prince. 

He wields the greatest power inside the Royal Family. He can become king if he so wishes. 

“I don’t want to become king.” 

Antonio Gyerre shivered. He looked at the young prince, who gave him a meaningful look. 

On the other hand, Callen smiled. Even if he didn’t want to, he could read the minds of other people now. 

[It's one of the perks of being a god.] Inside his head, the God of Death smugly said , [mind torture, puppetry, name all forbidden arts, and everything is at your disposal, baby].

I can do that? This is a fantastic power. Imagine using it along with his record-ability. It'll be a goddamn awesome power!

[Yes. Want to try it? You can make him see the future; just place your finger on his forehead.]

Callen raised his hand and put his tiny finger on the center of Antonio’s forehead. The boy stayed there. Antonio sees the image of buildings and happy families sharing meals. He can hear some cries from below. When he sees the image of people trembling in fear while the supposed family is having a good time, he lashes out and forces them into slavery. 

When Callen removed his finger from his brow, the image came to a halt. 

“Tonton-nim…” The child smiled at him but it was one that gave Antonio shivers, “You should go back there and see it for yourself…”

Robbit and Alver were taken back. Antonio dashes off and returns to the Southwest. 

Antonio was supposed to be Robbit’s closest aid right now, but Callen showed him something that could shake everything in the kingdom. 

"I'd appreciate it if Callen didn't do anything that would reveal him as the god of death's kin," Robbit said, looking at his baby brother. 

Cale Henituse nodded, while Alver looked at him. 

"What do you want, baby?" Alver's question implied that he would accept responsibility for whatever happened. 

“I want the south to open when the kingdom wishes for it.” 

Robbit, who understood what Callen said, shook his head. "Hah. I see. Next time, tell me or Hyung-nim... don't use it carelessly on other people."

“Okay…” 

But Callen had already planned to bring TonTon into their group, just as Cale Henituse and Alver Crossman desired. 

“Brother Ribbit.”

“Yes?”

“Why are you here? Come bring Callie’s baby nephew the next time you come here…” Callen innocently asked. 

Alver laughed while Cale Henituse smiled widely. 

“I am… fourteen years old, Baby…”

Cale Henituse mischievously asked, "How about us, Husband? When are we going to get married?" before Callen could respond.

Alver Crossman just saw his future as bleak and miserable. 

“…”

Cale triumphantly smiled. 

This jerk will undoubtedly drive Hyunnie insane, thought Callen.

"You know how I feel for you, Your Highness... Look at His Highness, the Second Prince, and Lady Sierra, this poor me is just waiting for your signal!" Cale grinned. 

"Would you please just shut up?"

"Aw! Baby! Look at how sad mommy's eyes are!" *displays the elegant tear being wiped with a golden plaque.

"Mommy," Callen said, taking his hand in his and saying, "Let baby love you!" 

*while tossing Cale's golden plaque aside...*

"Let's just rob his highness's treasury," Cale says, having already tied a string to the plaque.

Sparkles can be seen in the boy's eyes. 

“Hyunnie…”

But Alver Crossman has already escaped, confident that he can’t say no to his brother, so he might as well flee before he goes bankrupt. 

TBC

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

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NEW ARC kekekekkekekeke! This fic is gonna be 100+ one. I got tons of requests XD. Just like Vows of Silence. Won’t update the angsty fics yet. It’s a new year soon, let’s be happy! Happy!

"So?" Alver asked, raising his brow. His paperwork quickly doubled after Callen returned to his palace. The matters that concern the Palace of Witton—Callen’s Palace—are being sent here.

"Also, our baby went swimming with his mommy in the Ubar Region," Tasha said as she set the cup of tea on the table. 

"In the dead of winter?" Alver inquired. 

"Yes, in the dead of winter."

"Hah..." Another frustrated groan escaped his lips. 

He has a rascal of a baby brother. 

"Baby said, this will keep you from missing him," Tasha snorted and laughed. That's fifteen genuine paper tower stacks. 

"Could you please tell me who raised him?"

“You are?”

"I did... and he went on and enjoyed himself without me?" Unforgivable. 

Alver shook his head. Fortunately, Robbit had a similar number of stacks of paper in his palace. 

"That rascal better get ready to be grounded," he said solemnly. 

Tasha, do you think it's a punishment? That toddler would definitely like it.

That is, until Alver said, "He better be ready to handle the affairs of his palace when he returns."

Yeah. There’s also the vicious Hyunnie. 

[xxx]

*achoo!" Callen sensed someone was talking about him and looked at Cale and Ron, who was sitting next to him, as well as Choi Han. 

"This is the first time I've ever gone swimming in the dead of winter," Ron says as he hands his baby master some treats. Cale Henituse frowned but didn't say anything. Actually, he is here to discuss the Northeast Naval Base, which was agreed upon by the Henituse House, Alver Crossman, and the Neutral Families. Nobody anticipated that the youngest prince would accompany them and inform them that he wants to go swimming in the midst of winter. 

Cale would definitely throw this kid out of the carriage if he didn't know he was a real old man like him. He may have regressed, but despite being an old man, this kid enjoys acting spoiled and lazy. 

When they reached the Ubarr Region, Callen immediately checked the surroundings. He can hear songs playing inside his head, but it appears that no one else can. 

[This is a mermaid song. It won’t harm you.]

The God of Death had spoken to him on occasion, but mostly when he was teaching him how to use his powers. Callen noticed the huge tails coming out of the sea. It was mesmerizing. His face was almost touching the mirror while he watched the gigantic humpback whale and all other kinds of whales. 

"Something's wrong," he murmured. Whales migrate according to the seasons. When calving, humpback whales prefer shallow, warm waters near offshore reef systems or shores. The feeding grounds of humpback whales are typically in cold, productive waters.

But it’s the middle of winter. 

When they reached the Viscountess mansion, Callen decided to take a stroll to the shore. He had Vicross following him while he directed Choi Han and Ron to do some manual labor and research on the land. 

Callen was walking along the beach when he heard a sweet whale song. 

He looks down at the water and notices a small humpback whale. He didn’t realize he had reached a secluded part of the beach. The small whale was staring at him, raising its head cutely. 

Callen looked at it and crouched down. He stared at it for a moment.

The whale puffed its cheeks and moved closer to him. Callen sat on the sand, watching the cute whale approach him. He reached out his hand, and the cute whale let him pat his head. The sound of water was serene. The lights coming from the town were enough to let the toddler see his little friend. 

Soon, Vicross came and placed some snacks beside him. 

He kept playing with the whale while the older man stood there watching. 

Another happy whale song echoed. The toddler was soon surrounded by fish and sea creatures. Crabs and octopuses swarmed around Callen. This mysterious phenomenon was breathtaking to witness. 

Vicross didn’t let this pass by and began recording whatever it was for Alver Crossman to watch. 

It was the same sight, back when the first prince held Callen’s birthday party. Some sort of dust loiters around Callen. Legend has it that when the gods favor people, they shower them with miracles. Everyone in the palace of joy has had good luck since that birthday party until today. When a god is happy, everyone around that god will be blessed. But if the god is angry or unhappy, his surroundings will also be ruined. 

Vicross didn't mind the whale being a beast man because of the toddler's smiles and laughter at everything. Everything is fine as long as it did not cause harm to his master. His father once told him that gods attract everything and that everything would love him. This was also a priceless sight. 

Soon, a loud crash echoed along with shrieks following the falling boulders from the cliff. Callen stood up and opted to run to Vicross when the mermaid came into the picture with its claws aimed at Callen’s neck. 

Vicross immediately pulled out his whip and braced for an attack when a beautiful blue-haired child appeared with a great sword made of water. Callen was standing behind the boy. Several other mermaids came and attacked them. 

Meanwhile, Callen watched how things unfolded. He was just playing with the whale a while ago, but this vicious mermaid destroyed his merry moment. 

The blue-haired boy in front of him appeared to be the same age as his Hyunnie, but he was stunning. His clothes appeared tribal, with the white dark revealing his specks and those buns on full display. 

"You're drooling again, My Little Prince," sighed Vicross, wiping his drool. 

After all, they're good for the eyes, and Vicross can't blame him. 

Callen frowned as he looked at the blue-haired boy who had fought the mermaids alone. 

The whale tribe is truly a powerful sea creature, but the mermaids appear to want to fight them. 

The sea route. 

The most useless thing that the whales offered to Choi Han, but not to him or Cale Henituse. 

"They keep getting stronger and becoming a nuisance," the blue-haired boy said as he turned to face Callen. 

"I'll return later, little lord." 

Callen nodded while latching himself to Vicross's leg as the sound of splashing water echoed. 

"Are you scared?" asked Vicross. He bent down and took Callen into his arms. 

“Let’s go back…”

"All right..." 

Cale Henituse and Callen sneak out of the Ubarr Mansion that night. They’re going for the ancient power that is stuck under the water. 

“So, what do you want from me for this?”

“The sea route.” Callen replied, “I want it for Hyunnie.”

Callen plans on building Alver Crossman’s power. 

"If we want to negotiate with the Whale Tribes, we should do so."

"The mermaids are getting stronger, aren't they?" Callen smirked and cursedly smiled.

“You—”

"There's a way," Callen said, "to keep the power from growing any further."

"Wait for me there... don't do anything reckless," Cale Henituse said with a smile.

"Yes, Mommy! Baby will behave," Callen replied mischievously. 

"So you want to take the sea route?" 

Callen jumped out of his seat and stared at the same boy he had met at dusk. 

"I thought I was wrong, but it seems I wasn't... There's something very odd about you," the boy said as he sat beside him. “How about a deal?”

“For the sea route?”

"You're planning a naval base, and the sea route would be the best way to reach the North," the whale said, smiling. "My name is Paethon, Little Lord."

"Callen... Callen Crossman."

“A royal prince. It’s a first.” 

Paethon seemed to be aware of everything at Ubarr. 

Paethon responded, "I lived as a human before becoming a whale, and it's written all over your face."

On his face, there is a hint of hurt and pain. Callen stood up and reached out his hand. This long-haired man really lived up to the stories about how the whales were so beautiful that they made elves look like squids. Such a beautiful man was looking at him. Such a boy wanted to live as a human. 

Callen remembered those passing remarks from the novel. 

"If that child was still alive, I would pass the throne to my daughter and go live in the human world with him. I feel like that child would have been happy if we did that"

“It’s alright… You don’t have to do anything to please anyone.” Callen said, “Just live the life you want.”

A single tear fell from the whale’s eyes. 

Callen wasn't sure why he said that, but he felt compelled to tell this young man that he didn't have to struggle in an environment where he might or might not want to be. 

As long as someone accepts him, that's all that matters—but Callen couldn't say anything. 

He smiled, which made the whale smile, but he was pushed away when he noticed the shadow looming over him. Callen sees how Paethon got caught in the mermaid’s claws. His wound is a revolting moss-green color. 

Paethon immediately transforms into a whale and slams the mermaids against a rock. Paethon hit them with his tail  again and again, letting out a painful shriek from his wound. 

Soon, the mermaids died offshore. A huffing whale took on a human form before dropping to the ground. Callen immediately moved fast and cut off the mermaid's arm. 

“Drink this,” the toddler alarmingly said. 

Paethon did as he was told, and his wounds were cured.

Callen looked angry. 

The toddler stood up and approached the half-dead mermaid. 

Mind reading was something Callen desperately wanted to try right now. 

He taps the mermaids' heads with his finger, and memories of the same blasted white-masked man flash through his mind. Callen frowned, and soon his dark power devoured the mermaids' lives. They turned to ashes once Callen was done. 

Paethon had an instinct that the child was beyond them. His silver-white hair gleams, as do his reddish-brown, almost crimson-red eyes. 

“Annoying.” Callen groans and calms himself down. He got the hang of his power, so his white hair turned black. "Are you afraid?" he asked, looking at a stunned Paethon.

“I am not.” The whale replied and stood up. He knelt on one knee and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet a god.”

Callen flinches, but quickly responds, "Callie is a human and a god... but I am human."

Paethon looked at him with pity in his eyes. 

"Callie will not become a god. I will live as a human," said Callen, "so you should live the way you want."

“Your grace is immeasurable, little lord.”

Paethon caught the child, who has lost consciousness. 

A huge explosion followed, and the waters slowly receded, with a redhead emerging from the water.  

“What happened here?” Cale Henituse looked at Paethon and Callen. 

“I am Paethon,” the whale said. 

“Hah! I see that this rascal has another attendant.” Cale rose from the water and took the toddler from the whale. He began scanning the area and noticed the ashes and the whale’s clothes. “I see. You’ll be coming back with us, right?”

Paethon nodded after sending a message to Whitara. 

But who would have expected that the First Prince would call his baby brother first thing in the morning and with a huge frown? 

“So who’s that person you’re sitting on, Callie?”

“His name is Paethon! My new friend!”

"You finally got a fish, baby? What's next, a wolf or a tiger?"

"Don't be angry, Hyunnie! Callie misses you! But Callie won't be back until the end of the month!"

Paethon was surprised to see the two eldest princes so protective of their younger brother. Human royalties have always been about eliminating the other, but this is novel. 

“Callen Crossman!”

"Yes, Hyunnie!" The child appeared unfazed and unaffected by it. 

"Enjoy your trip, and I'll see you when you get back..."

*Click*

"Oh, HYUNNIE! I'M SORRY!"

Cale and Paethon were both staring at Callen’s cute little doe's eyes. 

“Hyunnie…”

“Well… better prepare your cute little butt cheeks, Baby… Hyunnie is serious this time…”

Just thinking about it stings!

“NAAAAW!”

Callen can cry but there’s work waiting for him when he gets back. 

TBC

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“There’s no use sulking with your upcoming punishment, baby.” Cale Henituse said. He opened the window and went back to his seat. 

After finishing his sentence, a blue-haired woman walked in through the window. No one considered the door to be the true and proper way in and out. 

Callen looked at the newly arrived woman and another attractive man with white hair. 

"Paethon!" the girl exclaimed, but she came to a halt when she noticed the toddler sitting very comfortably on his lap. 

The girl was very beautiful. She still didn’t have the X mark on her back. There was only a single slash from her right shoulder down to her left waist. 

“You’re not drooling?” Cale teases the toddler.

"Why would I?" Callen responds, swinging his feet comfortably. 

"Paethon, you do look great with a child on your lap," the white-haired whale teases, leaning against Paethon's back. 

“Hello, I’m Whitara… I’m here to make a deal with someone… I think children—”

“You’ll be making a deal with him.” Cale Henituse points at Callen. Callen jumps from Paethon’s lap and climbs onto Cale’s lap. 

Whitara and the white-haired dude looked confused. 

"I am Cale Henituse, the emissary for his highness, the Seventh Prince," Cale said as he sat the prince on his lap, “We wish to discuss the things that needed to be discussed.”

"And what could that be?" Whitara wonders. She's the same as royalty, but the two people in front of her have such a powerful aura that she can't take her gaze away. 

"The mermaids," Callen said, motioning for Ron to place the contract in front of them. "I presume the scar on your back was caused by the mermaids?"

Whitara did not respond. She didn't like the flow of the conversation and wasn't sure why Paethon had asked her to come here. 

"Earthly beings cannot interfere with the sea."

"The sea is interfering with the earthly beings," Callen explained, smiling. "Aren't they getting stronger? Sooner or later, the whale tribe will face an imminent threat from the mermaids."

When a powerful force saps his strength, the killer whale chooses to attack the red and black head. He landed on the ground and the floor. He feels immense pressure, not from the redhead, but from the innocently smiling toddler. Three blades were aimed at his neck. A great sword, a knife, and a sword. 

Whitara looked at them. She couldn't put her trust in a person whose surname is betrayal. They were cunning beings to the point where beasts ignored them. She was about to leave when her younger brother took her hand in his.  

"They're trustworthy," Paethon said, looking at his sister. 

Paethon, her kind-hearted younger brother, stood up for them. 

“The child saved me.” 

She paused. Paethon revealed his ripped pants and the small scar left by the mermaid's wounds. “They’re my savior.”

He isn't telling her everything, but there is one thing Whitara has learned from her younger brother. Paethon will never lie to her. 

"Archie," she said, "please stop and remain silent."

Archie looked at her and lowered his guard. Whitara sat on the couch. 

Cale Henituse fixed his gaze on Whitara, who began speaking to them formally. This was distinct from the chief of any other beast tribe because the Whale King ruled over half of the ocean. As a result, the Whale King was no less than a king of a kingdom. And the toddler on his lap is bold enough to strike another deal with the sea royalties. 

Not to mention the 250-year-old whale princess!

"You're aware of the whale tribe," Whitara stated authoritatively. In the novel, she took the same approach when speaking to Choi Han. Callen took note of this fact. After all, she was summoned here without explanation. The mermaid problem has not reached its apex, and all that remains is speculation and hearsay. It was at that moment.

"What exactly do you want?"

Whitara’s voice, and the voice of the Whale tribe in general, was as beautiful as the legendary siren, the dangerous being whose beautiful voice enticed people to jump into the sea. Whitara’s voice, and the Whale tribe's voice in general, was as beautiful as the legendary siren, the dangerous being whose beautiful voice enticed people to jump into the sea.

Callen and Cale got chills just thinking about that legendary existence. They slowly turned their heads to face Witira. They had an odd feeling in their mind as he did so.

"Who are the enemies if not you?" Her inquisitive tone made them shiver! Despite her youthful appearance, she is much older than them!

Cale responded subconsciously after hearing something he hadn't expected to hear.

"Who are your enemies, then? We're offering assistance." 

The Forest of Darkness. Choi Han had lived there for tens of years, and it was one of the Western Continent's five most dangerous and mysterious locations. Cale had previously discovered the mermaids' secret. It was his third war, following the fall of Henituse County and the Ubarr Region. It was also the location where the Henituse family had long maintained control over the kingdom.

It was the beginning of everything. 

"It was subtle... but you knew they were getting powerful, right?" Callen said confidently, "Let's make a deal... in a way that you can avoid future enemies in your way." 

"Who would believe the words of a child?" Whitara asked, looking down at Callen. 

Callen didn’t want to do this, but he went and said, “Impertinent.”

Whitara suddenly knelt down, panting heavily. She suddenly couldn’t breathe the moment the toddler uttered those damning words. 

"Let me tell you..." Callen began, "the brother you adore will perish at the hands of the mermaids."

The older whale gave him a look. Her eyes widen when she notices his white hair. She had an intuitive sense of who this person was. She got down on her knees and lowered her head. She suddenly began to breathe freely as she cautiously raised her head. 

“You…”

"What do you want to do, Princess of the Sea?" Callen inquired. The toddler was astounded that he could compel obedience from people he deemed dangerous to him. He should've learned this the first time that white-masked bastard attacked. 

"Will Paethon die?"

"Yes... in eight years, he will die without you ever finding his body." 

Both the large and small Whales gave him a sincere look. 

"My Little Prince, here is your tea and snack," Ron says as he walks in and hands them some goodies. 

"What do you want?"

"I want exclusive rights to the sea route," Callen replied, "and twice... I need your strength twice."

There was an unwritten treaty between the land and the sea. 

Whitara was debating whether to agree, but they were correct that the mermaids are now moving on their own, despite the fact that the situation was subtle. 

"We will destroy everything in your path."

A toddler's dangerous smile flashed before their eyes. 

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So... that went well...

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"GRANDPA!!!" the toddler exclaims as they approach the swamp. He was enthusiastically waving his hand above. 

The whales exchanged glances. A golden dragon flew over them, and the toddler seemed pleased to see him. 

Following the smoke, an attractive grandfather—who looked way younger than most grandpas—emerges. 

“What is it?” 

A dragon is following a human?

"Grandpa... can you destroy the swamp?" the toddler asked innocently, without blinking. 

The whales were stunned. Dragons do not listen to what others say. 

The dragon shook his head as he looked at the child. "How do you want me to destroy it?" 

Cale Henituse moves and hands a freshly made magic bomb to the dragon.  

"Ho…" the dragon who came mused and said, "Alright. You better go a few steps back. There's a different power inside the swamp as well."

"Different?" 

"Nature's power and... a deas dragon mana," the dragon said, looking at Cale. 

"OK!" The toddler innocently approached Paethon and asked to be carried. 

"Mommy?" 

"I'll stay here, baby," Cale Henituse said, smiling as if he was thinking of something. Callen looked at him and realized why. 

Nature's might and the mana of a slain dragon. 

"Grandpa." Callen ordered, "I need some dead dragon's mana," 

Hearing this, the Golden Dragon nodded and used magic to keep some dead mana away from the swamp before destroying it with his so-called dominance. 

The whales looked at the dragon, whose name comes after destruction. The golden dragon only frowned before asking the toddler, "Is this enough?" 

The golden dragon wiped out the entire swamp, leaving only the dragon's corpse and Cale Henituse with the dominant aura. 

"So it's an ancient power," I say. 

The whales were stunned. 

The dragon, however, looked at the redhead and said, "Complete the elements." 

Cale Henituse, who was enjoying the moment, stopped and said, "Or else, you'll die." 

When the old dragon handed the toddler in Paethon's arms a vial full of dead mana, he smiled contentedly. 

"We need someone who can remove the poison from the dead mana." 

"Don't worry," the toddler said with a smile, "I can do it."

The whales all looked at Callen, but they quickly realized he had more power than most of them. 

And so, by the end of the month—Callen returned to the capital with a redhead and his servants, and the newest addition to his pets, a young male whale.

Only to be greeted by his Hyunnie, who raised his brows while staring at him. 

“Hyunnie?”

Oh, my fucking charms!!!!! You better work!!!

“Did you ask for permission?”

“N…o…”

“How was your swimming in the middle of winter?”

Cale snorted. Callen seemed frozen in his position right now. 

“Sorry…”

"Sorry?" Alver Crossman does not nag like an old lady, but nags in such a way that one feels he is at fault, "Callen Crossman."

The toddler began to back up, but a seemingly calm Second Prince stopped him from fleeing. 

"You'd better get those butt cheeks ready, Callie, you've got a lot of paperwork to work on." Robbit finished Alver's sentence and carried his brother like a sack of rice to the office. 

“Mommy! Granny! Noona!!!!”

All of them, however, did not save him from his Hyunnie and Brother Ribbit!

“Traitors!!!!!!!!!”

"Now, back to work," Ron said.

They all nodded as Cale Henituse followed the princes who were about to assign work to their little baby. 

A vicious pack of siblings.  

MEANWHILE…

"Will he be okay?" Paethon inquired of Cale, who sat before the First and Second Princes. Callen was punished by having to work on some minor but massive paperwork for his own palace. 

The screeching sounds of pen and paper continued to echo. 

“Hyunnie.”

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Brother Ribbit…”

“Move that cute little hand, Callie.”

“Mommy…”

“I am a lowly noble who can’t be of help to you, baby.”

Callen gazed at Paethon. 

“I’m sorry, Little Callie, but I am ignorant of earthly affairs.”

And soo… Callen’s butt stings from sitting while working on all his paperwork. 

He is never going out of the palace without securing permission first!

NO ONE IS BY HIS SIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[I am, baby.]

TBC

Chapter Text

The seventh prince now has a black-haired knight, a handsome golden-haired tutor, a package cook, a capable-fast moving servant, and a blue-haired attendant. 

The nobles' focus was entirely on the toddler, who seemed to be attracting the majority of the odd individuals that one couldn't find even with their wealth. There's the rising redhead heir to Henituse County, as well as the First and Second Princes' support. 

Unfortunately, despite his royal lineage, the toddler didn't seem interested in the throne and had only been learning the most basic things. Furthermore, despite his youth, the youngest prince appears to understand politics better than the rest of the older royalties.

The fact that all of the princes were educated for the throne cannot be denied, but that child excludes himself from it. 

It was the day when the princes and princesses were all summoned to the great hall. The youngest prince and princess stood next to each other, but the former seemed uninterested. The royal children are welcome to participate in the open discussion. It'll be quite a spectacle. The nobles can keep an eye on which royal children stand out. 

"It'll be either the first or the seventh prince," Deruth Henituse said. He's never gone to anything like this because it's always been boring, and the issues aren't about royalties. The royal scribes and instructors would usually rig the procedure so that one of the princes stood out from the others. 

But today's different. 

There’s the witty First Prince and the vicious Seventh Prince. 

In this basic test of looking to see who will stand out, the Third Prince and the First Princess will all be shut down.

The head of the scribes took his seat in front. The nobles remained behind the curtains and were given paper and pens. They can give their recommendations and give points to the royalty who stands out the most. 

"Greetings, Suns of Rowoon Kingdom; my name is Hector, Head of the Royal Scribes."

The tension and breathing rate immediately decreased, but only a few royalties were unaffected. 

The adorable toddler kept sneaking glances at his older brother, who sat to his right. They didn't appear to be paying attention to the royal scribe.

"Your Highnesses, what does it mean to be a wise ruler?" 

The first question in this so-called discussion was finally asked. 

This scribe is determined to make the Third Prince stand out the most. However, Deruth was sure that it won’t go as it had always been. 

Deruth Henituse laughed and looked around at the three siblings, who appeared uninterested. 

“They got used to it.” 

Anyone would, actually. 

Other royal children had sour faces. 

"A king who was both mighty and wise was feared for his might and loved for his wisdom." 

"Being a wise king means that your people are willing to be under your control and give up their arms for peace," the third prince replied, “It means that they would trust you with their lives and trust your decision for the betterment of the kingdom.”

Deruth Henituse frowned. It was no less than a tyrant speaking eloquently. 

“I disagree.” The childish voice echoed, “A wise ruler should rely on what is under his own control, not on what is under the control of others.”

Callen Crossman disagreed without waiting for his sibling. "It is no less than a tyrant speaking sweetly for people to trust you entirely one-sidedly without thinking of their protection."

The royal scribe flinches. The records of the Crossman Family teach the iron rule. It's a rule of survival. 

"I'm not saying they have to; I'm talking about their trust," Hellion said, irritated by Callen's response. It’s the same as refuting the words of their forefathers. 

"I'm not interested in maintaining the status quo; I want to overthrow it," the toddler declared emphatically. Everyone has noticed Alver and Robbit's silence. They were both smiling as if they had seen this 180-degree turn coming. 

"When you disarm the people, you begin to offend them and demonstrate that you distrust them, either through cowardice or a lack of confidence, and both of these opinions generate hatred. Trust does not require fear, but respect does," Callen replied.

“You don’t understand it yet, but power is everything in this world, Seventh Prince,” the first princess replied. 

"Power is the pivot on which everything hinges," said Kim Rok Soo in his previous life, quoting the Machiavellian rule: "He who has the power is always right; the weaker is always wrong. When brutality is the only option left, royalties called it holy.”

“Wars begin when you will, but they do not end when you please.”

A wise king using power would mean the end of the people. 

"A warrior knows that the ends do not justify the means, because there are no ends, only means," Callen argued. "A warrior who wants to keep his authority must learn how not to be good and use, or refrain from using, that knowledge as necessity requires."

After all. One shouldn’t overstep their boundaries. 

"The question is, do you laugh because you are successful or because someone else is unlucky?"

Callen shook his head. 

"No," he said emphatically, "people must maintain their integrity, which a wise king must protect; people choose their king, not the other way around; power is worn over clothes, and a wise king removes those clothes and becomes the supporter of his people, while the latter supports the kingdom."

“Callen Crossman.”

"Third Prince," the young child said, "it is the power of the people, not the nobles, that gives power to the king; you can't be wise if you don't understand what I mean."

Everything went silent after that. 

It came to an interesting conclusion because the nobles who listened to the young prince couldn't help but feel the awesome grace of his presence. 

"If you don't, you're someone who would kill your own family if they didn't bow down to you." 

That was enough to silence everyone. 

Alver and Robbit stepped forward at that precise moment. 

"Seventh Prince."

The toddler looked at them. 

"Sowwy." 

Deruth Henituse, who was enjoying the show, stood up. He placed the paper on the table and left. 

The nobles who peeked at his paper were shocked. 

"Deruth favored the Seventh Prince?" 

Not long after, the Sten Marquessate and Gyerre Households handed over their papers, declaring that "the future of the Royal Family will undoubtedly be a shaky one," and then leaving with huge smiles on their faces. 

[XXX]

*Crash!*

The sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the third prince's room. He wore an angry expression on his face.  

A five-year-old. 

 Despite the fact that the questions had already been leaked, a mere five-year-old was able to shut him down. Even Alver and Robbit, who were always caught off guard, smiled viciously as that toddler—no more than five years old—humiliated him in front of the entire nobility. 

Now that his mother has fallen out of favor, the second prince has gained an advantage with his mother as the current queen. 

The First Prince, the son of a commoner, was also amassing power in such a way that he couldn't find a single stain on his movements. 

Now comes the Seventh Prince. 

Not only does he foresee the future Crown Prince, Alver, but he also wields unknown power not seen in the entire Rowoon Royalty. 

The three of them are suppressing him. 

Even Cale Henituse has joined the fray. 

The Seventh Prince is being supported by the Young Henituse, who has demonstrated exceptional prowess above and beyond all of them. 

"A prosperous and peaceful kingdom?" 

Who would believe such nonsense?

Callen may appear to be doing nothing, but the people around him are moving in accordance with his wishes. 

All in order to crown Alver as Crown Prince. 

He tried to summon Cale Henituse, but the redhead seemed to despise him. 

Cale Henituse was following the Seventh Prince and their squabble before he realized it. 

That brat must disappear. 

Callen Crossman is a danger to him. 

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"Cale Henituse."

Alver Crossman summoned the redhead out of nowhere. Who would’ve thought that Hellion would resort to these cheap tricks?

"Wife." 

*Choke!!! Cough! Cough!* "Excuse me?" 

Alver moved closer to him, their faces only centimeters apart. 

"Don't move, wife." 

Cale Henituse didn't move. He noticed the noble ladies around. He noticed when a marriage ban was issued seemingly out of nowhere. 

"This is definitely insane, husband." 

Cale snakes his arms around Alver's neck, drawing him in closer. "Have they finally moved now that the third prince has fallen out of favor?" 

Alver carried Cale down the carriage with his right arm wrapped around his waist. 

"Unfortunately, because Callie didn't want the throne, they're after me or Robbit, whether they'll be a concubine or not." 

"What a drag. So you’re going to be a cut-sleeve now?”

“Apparently.” 

Cale Henituse moved in closer, his cheeks resting against Alver's. They appeared very lovey-dovey when doe eyes stared at them as if they'd finally gone insane. 

"Are you getting married to Mommy, Hyunnie?" 

"Yes, baby," Alver gritted, but maintained his angelic smile. 

The red and golden-haired boy cast a glance at the toddler, who had latched onto Alver's back. 

"Why are you back? Aren't you going to your brother?"

“Brother Ribbit looked like an idiot right now. Not good for Callie’s mind. I want to bash his head on the pillar and make him snap out of his lovelorn state. Brother Ribbit’s ignoring Callie too,” Callen dramatically said with a cute pout and teary eyes. Cale Henituse smiled as he lifted him from Alver's shoulder. 

Aw, his poor baby brother is now being ignored by the frog prince! Alver will surely talk to Robbit about this matter. He shouldn't ignore his baby brother, even if they're in a relationship! 

"Anyway," Cale Henituse says, "I got some information, which is why I'm willing to play this damn farce with you." 

"I know," Alver replied. "If not. You'd gut me out the first thing I did this damn thing." 

Amazing. We really do appreciate and understand (more like loathe) each other. 

The eyes surrounding them immediately left, but rumors began spreading fast. Alver hoped for that. His standing might be jeopardized, but this is a better way than being forced to marry cunning noble ladies. 

"Aw! My man is so good!" Cale shouts enough for the noble ladies watching to hear. "Why are you such a handsome husband? I'll tell you now that I won't settle as a concubine. I want to be the one and only!" 

"There's no one," Alver replied, swallowing all his curses. 

"Mommy! Believe Hyunnie! You're his one and only!" 

Callen grinned widely enough to make the two older boys shudder in fright.

The Third Prince seems to have used this cheap trick to buy himself some time. 

"I shoulda roasted him while I was at it," he muttered. Cale and Alver snorted, noting how vicious their baby could be. 

They walked into the Palace of Joy, which is home to a dragon, a whale, a puppy, and a vicious father-and-son duo. 

Now that the third prince has made their move, it's time for them to do the same. 

Callen sat on Ron's lap, while Cale sat beside Alver. They still have to act like they're in love because there are informants all over the Palace of Joy. That cretin planted spies even outside the palace. 

Of course, the toddler was having a good time, decorating Ron's hair with pins and crookedly braiding Eruhaben's long hair. 

Soon after, the second Prince burst through the door, followed by Antonio Gyerre. 

"Baby!" Robbit dramatically calls out to his baby brother, who stormed out of his palace. Aigoo, he’s so cute when he’s not the apple of his eye. He didn’t know he was such a jealous baby brother when he did all the work to get him and Iris together. 

"No! I hate you! Go back to Iris-Noona!" Callen kicks his brother Ribbit while hugging Ron's neck. 

The old dragon sighs and casts a sound-cancelling spell now that the gang is complete. 

"What was it that we needed to do?" Eruhaben asked. 

Callen looked at the old dragon and said, "I want Whipper, Caro, and Breck Kingdom, Grandpa." 

Of course, that gave everyone the chills. 

What a vicious five-year-old!

"The archducal house," Alver said, seemingly aware of Callen's preparations.

Callen smiled and turned to face his Hyunnie. 

"That will be our first target."

They need a powerful Mage before they can enter the Whipper kingdom.

"You know what to do, Hyunnie... Brother Ribbit."

"That'll shut Hellion and his mother up," Alver and Robbit smirked.

After all, the rebels of the Rowoon Kingdom are hired as mercenaries from the Whipper Kingdom. If they cut them, one of them would undoubtedly be crowned crown prince. 

“I want the Magic Tower.” Cale Henituse spoke, “I want to own one.”

Similar, vicious grins from mother and baby decorated the room. 

“It’s time to pay, what the Third Queen has been doing to us.”

The secrets of their birth and the person who wants to eradicate them 

TBC

HOHO! REBELLION ARC COMING!!!! EXPECT THE COMEDY! ANGST AND ALL! BUT ANGST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Older children playing house were obviously terrifying. 

A redhead could be seen casually—as in loitering around and all—openly flirting with the First Prince. 

Also, that first prince, to whom these nobles would buy this "terrifying third-rate-house-play". His baby was even pushing them to the point where they became accustomed to each other's presence. 

"Your Highness, apart from taking my breath away, what else can you do?" Cale asked one afternoon in the middle of nowhere, during a party, no less! He's not even bothered by the possibility of being shunned for being so daring.

"I never believed in love at first sight, but that was before I met you," Alver said at a meeting just before Cale Henituse arrived in his carriage to visit Callie. I swear there were sparks instead of flowers all around.

"You're like a fine wine; the more of you I drink in, the better I feel," Cale teased another time while drinking wine like a fish in front of the queen, consort, and concubines.

"No wonder the sky is gray—all the color is in your eyes," Alver said one day while Deruth Henituse was fuming over dog food, and even his son looked disastrously pleased (actually disgusted). Who the hell says it's dark, bleak, or whatever adjective you want to use to sum everything up when the sun is up and high in the sky? The sky is blue, and it's quite hot, so it couldn't be considered dark. The first prince had to have gone blind or insane. 

"Don't worry, grandpapa, Hyunnie is very sane and normal," the Seventh Prince says openly, as the Second Prince helplessly (has) cheers them out. 

And... who would want a seductive Cale Henituse? "If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged." That was awesome Kabedon while feeding Alver with wild raspberries from the forest. Girls were frolicking around Alver when Cale walked in with a cute woven basket that his butler had prepared ahead of time. His cool image was ruined by that pink basket. But he looked so cool when he pinned Alver to the chair, arm over his head, leg in between his legs. Queen Amiah even stated, "the First Prince will be under his cool wife," while sipping tea. 

"I've heard that kissing is the 'language of love.' Would you like to talk about it with me sometime?" 

*Squeal* Instead of going after Alver, there's the Baby Cale and Hyunnie Prince Fanclub, which is approved, and recognized even by the crown. Yeah, that knucklehead king went ahead and approved the petition that arrived just before the marriage proposals were submitted. 

"Yuck, so cheesy," Robbit sneers as he bearhugs his Callie. He can't look at them because they're all over each other. "They even have a fan club." 

"Mommy is pretty, and Hyunnie is handsome, especially when he's 'that.'" Callie laughed as he watched his mommy and Hyunnie get to know each other in the most bizarre way possible. "You're like that with Iris-noona too."

Robbit frowned. "I wouldn't be surprised if they really fall in love," Robbit said as he kissed Callie's neck. They only reconciled because Robbit promised them some cool gems. 

"Hahah! It tickles!" Callie laughs as he watches his Hyunnie stand up to his Mommy, who is currently teasing the other while exchanging deathly and completely disgusting pickup lines. 

This marriage proposal was made by the third prince's faction

"Are you sure you're not going to give Grandpa Benedict's incredible tutelage to Hyung?" Robbit inquired. He suffered greatly from Grandpa Benedict's book. 

"Compared to Brother Ribbit, Hyunnie handles his love life flawlessly even without Grandpa Benedict's wisdom!" Callie boasted. 

In fact, Alver read that book before THEY began their game. 

"I just need to add fire to the spices, not vinegar to salted wounds, Brother Ribbit," Callen says, enclosing his palms over Robbit's.

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"Wow, that stings baby," Robbit says, playing with Callie's hands. 

That was some frantic (war) romance. 

Something is bothering Callen, but Robbit has chosen to ignore it. 

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Robbit came to the Palace of Joy one day to meet with Callen. He happened to notice his younger brother reading the documents on Alver's desk. The manner in which he reads it and signs it was unusual. He waited until Callen was out of the room before entering and reading the document Callen was working on. 

His hand shook violently; it wasn't the work of a five-year-old. 

When he raised his head, Ron and Eruhaben were looking at him. 

They made a shushing gesture. 

They’re aware of it. They knew it. 

Only him—didn’t know. 

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"Aigoo, when is this going to end?" Alver asked, frowning.

"Hyung," Robbit said to Alver as they left the grand hall.  

Cale Henituse returned inside after a brief glance at them. Antonio also left when he overheard their conversation. 

There was no one nearby, and they couldn't find anyone. 

"Be careful of Callen," Robbit said solemnly. "I know you might think I'm worrying about things too much, but—" he said to his brother.

"I am aware," Alver replied. "And I am aware that Callen didn't want anything from anyone," he said, looking at him as if he understood his intentions. 

It was impossible to deny that the child they adored could be their greatest weakness and threat. 

"You knew, and yet you didn't say anything?" he inquired. 

Robbit was aware that Callen was unusual, but when Alver was injured, he couldn't deny his actions. For a five-year-old, being the God of Death's kin is already a surprise, but seeing how he acts like a ruler, he can't shake the feeling That the child is dangerous, but he's not doing anything to hurt them. He recalls how that child trembled while holding his pants. That in itself shatters his thoughts.

But he couldn't shake the feeling that he could be the reason for their downfall. 

"Robbit... I want you to treat him the same way you always do." 

Alver’s words pierced his heart. When he looked at his brother, he noticed a strange expression on his face. 

"You may not realize it, but that child means the world to me." 

That child was with him when no one else was. 

"To deny his existence is the same as to deny myself."

The child who was present brought life to this desolate palace. 

"I hope you feel the same way, after everything he's done for you." 

Robbit felt a light tap on the back of his shoulder. Soon, a cute little blackhead peered through the open gap of the door at him. 

Callen approached him and asked to be carried. Robbit did so, and the sense of calm washed away his anxiety.

“Hyunnie, I’ll come home soon.”

"Don't be late," Alver said as he walked back to his office, Cale Henituse trailing behind him. 

Robbit returned to his carriage, looking at Callen. The toddler had his little arms around his neck, the familiar lightweight easing up his worries. 

"You noticed?" Callen inquired, "I'm different, right?"

He nodded. He wanted to brush it aside as casually as Alver does. 

"But that will not change because you are my brother, Ribbit." 

He could feel the child's embrace tightening around his neck. 

"Through his dreams, Hyunnie could see my memories; Grandpa White said I could choose who to share my past with and was afraid that I might now be accepted," he says, his heart trembling. 

"I didn't have a family, a friend, or even a lover to die for. But in this life..."

His voice became even quieter. 

"I now have a family: Hyunnie and Brother Ribbit."

Robbit paused and looked down at the child in his arms. He had a soft smile on his face and appeared to understand everything. 

"I... don't want to set any expectations... but I hope you understand, Brother Ribbit."

"See you tomorrow, Brother Ribbit!" Callen jumps off his arm and runs away.

“Wait—!”

Even before Robbit could do a thing, the barrier around the Palace of Joy shattered. 

Black robe men, with five red stars and one white star on their robes, appeared and surrounded the child. 

“CALLEN!” Alver’s voice thundered. He dashed through the air, a sharp sound cutting through the air. Even Choi Han came to Callen's aid, but the teleportation spell beneath his feet immediately went off. 

“Hyunnie!” Callen panicked, reaching out to Alver when black chains were wrapped around him. 

When a black aura shot through the sky, breaking the teleportation spell, Robbit drew his sword and cut through his enemies. 

“MY LORD!” 

Callen was quick enough. He ran as fast as he could when the black chains shot through the sky and dragged him somewhere. Robbit grabbed Callen’s hand, but a powerful vortex appeared, swallowing his little brother. 

“Let go…” Callen whispered. 

“What are you—?!” 

Callen, on the other hand, stabbed his hand with the pin he was holding. He couldn't help but let go and charge forward, Alver yelling in vain.  

“CALLEN!”

His scream pierced the air. Every one of them was reclaimed the moment their adversaries vanished from view. Everyone watched Choi Han rush off along with the others. 

"Someone powerful enough to breach through a dragon's barrier," the golden-haired man said, a loud growl coming from him. "Your Highnesses, take care of what must be done."

The man also disappeared from sight when the warning bells went off. 

“Damn it.” Alver cursed. The rebellion has started. 

It started right after Callen was taken away. 

“Robbit.” Alver looked at him. "Prepare for whatever happens now. They will find Callen. So hold your head up high.”

TBC

Chapter Text

"It's cold," Callen grumbled as he awoke. He took a look around and noticed that it was dark. Only one light shone from the candle outside. He sat up straight, noting the presence of several cells around him. There were beasts and humans around. 

"Are you awake?" inquired the white-masked bastard, his face innocently smiling.

Callen turned to face the bear and lion beast men who stood behind him. 

"You appear to be unusually calm for a hostage." 

Callen remained deafeningly silent. He read the Birth of a Hero as Kim Rok Soo, but this enemy did not appear until the fifth volume. He knew instinctively that this man was the enemy, but he said nothing. He just stared at them. 

"Didn't you know I can hurt you?" the man asked, "Would I be cursed again because you are God's kin?"

He sounded like a b*tch.

Callen soon noticed two cat beastmen and a bird accompanying him. He was able to see them because of the light, and they are in poor condition. 

"I wonder what the Cat Tribe will react to?"

"The Eastern Continent will be under our command very soon."

"Not yet," the masked man replied, "the hawk tribe is still flaring well despite the fact that their heir is in my hands, and there's Duke Fredo as well."