Chapter 206: Your Back (1)

Chapter 206: Your Back (1)

Translator: miraclerifle

Editor: Borderline Masochist

The red ships surrounded the golden ship.

Choi Han and the Knight Captain jumped aboard the golden ship and stopped behind Cale. The Dark Elf Tasha and young lady Amiru were also standing behind Cale.

“Cale-nim.”

Choi Han called out toward Cale as the representative. He could see the ocean that Cale was currently looking at. There were corpses floating up next to the debris.

Choi Han slowly approached Cale. He could see the frown on Cale's face.

‘...He really has a soft heart.’

Cale started to speak.

“How peaceful.”

His voice sounded tired.

Fatigue was evident in every word he spoke. Everybody became quiet after hearing Cale's tone. Although he had said something nice, the weight and sorrow in his voice made them all shut up.

One of the nobles suddenly thought about something after hearing the word, ‘peaceful.’ He was able to recall this information because he had been thinking about the Henituse household this entire battle.

He subconsciously said it out loud.

“...There is no reason to be recorded in history. Live for peace and happiness.”

The unexpected voice made everyone turn their gazes toward the noble who spoke. The nobles tilted their heads at this statement that sounded somewhat familiar.

They felt as if they had heard it before, but they could not remember clearly where they had heard it.

Cale responded to the noble at that moment.

“I guess you know of our family motto.”

The Henituse household’s motto.

The expressions on the faces of the nobles quickly changed. Figuring out the source of this statement made them unable to speak.

They could see the look of sorrow on Cale's face even as he started to smile.

The people on board could tell how much weight the phrase, ‘peace and happiness,’ had on the Henituse family.

“...Ho.”

One of the nobles let out a gasp.

He had been jealous of how Cale had played a pivotal role in a historic battle. However, the person who made that contribution preferred peace and happiness rather than fame.

The noble who had gasped realized something.

‘Having that mindset probably allowed him to be able to do this.’

He had heard that Count Henituse had opened up their wallets in order to provide food and farming tools to the citizens. He had also spent money on the naval base and the castle wall.

The Henituse household's mindset.

The reason they had stayed out of the fight for power until now. They had only moved for the peace and happiness of the Roan Kingdom.

Silence filled the deck once again.

At that moment, Cale was also thinking about his family motto.

‘There is no reason to be recorded in history. Live for peace and happiness instead.’

‘The people of old truly were wise.’

Cale was in awe of his ancestor's mindset.

Forget history, being full and warm was the best. Thinking about that made Cale think that he was suffering right now.

He started to frown even more.

He was not just suffering now, he was starving.

‘What did I ever do to deserve this?’

Cale started to speak to console himself, knowing that he was suffering now in order to have 50 years of peace.

Cale’s desire to go home and lay around in bed was relayed to the red ships surrounding them.

“Let’s go back.”

Everybody heard his voice.

“To our land.”

Let’s go back to our land.

The Roan Kingdom’s citizens bit down on their lips instead of cheering.

They had somewhere to return to and they were alive and able to go home.

They were feeling at peace for still being alive instead of joy for their overwhelming victory.

The three hundred ships that resembled the migration of birds were gone, while the golden ship and red ships returned back home.

Of course, not all of the ships were returning. The few ships that did not return under Cale's command remained on the peaceful ocean. These ships were left here in order to find the enemy corpses that were either floating or sinking into the ocean.

Although he should be cold and cruel for their enemies, Cale knew that there were many people who were sinless and happened to become soldiers in order to survive.

Cale watched the remaining ships finish surveying the area before turning around. The golden ship made its way back to shore.

This was the thought on Cale's mind as he touched the golden turtle sculpture.

‘I’m so hungry. I’ll eat as soon as I get back.’

To speak of the results, Cale did not get to do that when he got back.

There was too much for him to do.

Cale could not help but laugh.

“Ha, haha-”

His laughter was echoing inside the underground prison.

“You really are smart.”

The moment he heard Cale's voice, the magic spearman felt a sense of relief. He could still feel Cale Henituse looking at him.

‘What could their true identities be?

He had heard that Cale was a just young master who needed to recover, so what was this cold appearance?’

The magic spearman did not have such thoughts.

It would show on his face if he did. He just chose to look down at the ground and think about nothing.

Cale quietly observed the magic spearman.

The fake holy Maiden, Hannah. He had told her to treat him like her own older brother. Although Hannah had truly considered them to be siblings, the magic spearman had only been acting.

The people who stabbed people in the back were always the wittiest.

Cale opened his mouth to speak.

“I should keep you separated from the others since you know who I am.”

Flinch.

The magic spearman closed his eyes. He was in big trouble. He had just done whatever he needed to do to survive. So how did he end up in such a mess?

Everything had gone wrong ever since the fake Holy Maiden got away. The magic spearman lowered his head and Cale gave Ron an order.

“Keep him separated, but don’t torture him. Just make it so he cannot run away. Ah, block his mana and aura as well.”

Don't torture him.

Those words made the magic spearman relieved.

This was the noble who had kept his identity hidden as he caused havoc for Arm. He was safe from the scary methods of this noble for the time being.

However, the magic spearman could not see the look in Cale's group’s eyes because his head was down.

Ron moved the magic spearman to a different prison. Choi Han, who was looking at the magic spearman’s back, subconsciously started to speak.

“It looks like he will have the most painful death.”

“Of course. Hannah is going to kill him.”

The magic spearman would be handed over to the fake Holy Maiden, Hannah, and would probably beg to be tortured by Ron or Beacrox instead.

Cale left Beacrox and Choi Han in charge of watching over the three Arm members. It should not be difficult as their auras and manas were sealed and there was poison in their bodies.

“Watch them properly.”

Beacrox confidently responded back to Cale.

“If I make a mistake, it will be that I accidentally killed them. There will be no other types of mistakes.”

‘He really is Ron's son.’

Cale blankly stared at Beacrox before noticing Choi Han nodding in agreement and turning away from both of them.

Those two would probably be more thorough than him.

‘The White Star. I need to have them describe his appearance.’

These three were the only ones within Cale's grasp who knew what the white star looked like. He needed to wake them up at least once in order to get that information.

That would be very painful for the three of them, but that was none of Cale’s business.

Why would he care about people who tried to kill him?

What about the people in his territory that were hurt because of them?

Cale headed toward another underground prison.

He went to see someone whom he had secretly brought over.

“Hiya.”

Guardian Knight Clopeh Sekka started to shake as he moved his chained arms in order to bow down to Cale.

He looked as if he was serving a god.

Clopeh seemed to have healed a bit. The person who was responsible for healing the Guardian Knight started to speak.

“Young master-nim.”

A GPS-like voice. Cale started to speak to the necromancer Mary who was not a part of the naval battle.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes sir.”

Mary was guarding the Guardian Knight.

Clack clack.

The skeleton pieces she had been putting together stopped moving. Cale pointed toward the Guardian Knight as Raon arrived in his invisible form.

“Pack him up.”

Pack the bags.

That’s the type of tone Cale seemed to be using as he pointed at Clopeh.

The Whale tribe went to attack the Paerun Kingdom.

‘Then what should I do next?’

Cale knew what he had to do.

The Whale tribe had no thoughts about conquering the Paerun Kingdom. They were just doing this to get their revenge.

Cale had made up his mind after watching them.

‘Let’s hit their backs.’

He was going to plant a mole in the Indomitable Alliance.

The same Paerun Kingdom that had fabricated a legend in order to monopolize everything for themselves.

How would it feel to have that kingdom underneath the Roan Kingdom’s feet and use them as spies?

Cale’s gaze slowly headed toward Clopeh.

The plan would take place when the Indomitable Alliance least expected it.

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