How Cale Henituse Changes His Future

Chapter 132: The War's Aftermath & Turning Your Enemy into Your Spy

There was too much for him to do.

Cale could not help but laugh. "Ha..haha-"

His laughter was echoing inside the underground prison. He brushed his face with both hands once he was done laughing about it. He had not felt like this in a long time.

'I shouldn't have trusted them.'

Cale lowered his hands to see someone on the ground. It was an old man wearing a robe with a single red star. It was the old mage from Arm.

Cale looked at the old man and shared his sentiments. "...He really is barely alive."

"He is alive, but barely breathing. He's right about to die, however, he is still alive."

Raon had said that.

The old man truly was right at the edge of death's door. His entire body was injured. His skin was blue as if he had been hit by all sorts of magic spells and poison. His mana circle must have also broken during the battle as the skin in front of where his heart would be was black.

Cale turned toward Raon, who was not invisible as they were the only ones there. Raon slowly avoided his gaze as On and Hong slowly walked away toward the corner of the underground prison with Raon.

Raon started to mumble. "Our not-as-weak Human bled. They needed to not only bleed, but their blood needed to pour out. They shouldn't be allowed to have an easy death. We need to rip them to shreds and then cut off their necks."

"I agree!"
"Our youngest did a good job this time. We did too."

Cale decided to let it go since even On agreed with the other two. "Sigh. Good job, I guess. Thanks for taking revenge for me."

"Yes, Human, we did good and you should not worry about anything!" Raon's wings were fluttering.

The children averaging nine-years-old.

What could he really expect from such children? They were as overprotective and vengeful as the adults around them.

And he couldn't do anything to change that because they've learnt by watching everyone around them. And maybe he himself had a hand in turning them like this as well.

He looked towards the old mage again. 'It seemed that having a discussion with the old mage was not possible. That was disappointing.'

So, he turned toward the other two people who also had only one red star on their robes. He could also see Beacrox taking off his previously white gloves and throwing them aside.

Plop. The gloves landed on the table with the torture instruments. The gloves had long turned black from dried blood.

Beacrox brushed back his hair as he reported to Cale. "They are currently unconscious, but they should be able to talk once they wake up."

'They would only be able to speak.' Cale looked away from the fake Dragon Slayer and the healer who were currently approaching the gates of hell.

He could then see someone else.

"...Gasp!" That person gasped as soon as they made eye contact.

The magic spearman. It was the person who used both magic and spear arts, the same one they had frequently met while fighting against Arm. He gasped as soon as they made eye contact and tried to turn away, however, he could not do that.

"It is not respectful to turn away when our dear young master is looking at you." Ron, who grabbed the magic spearman by the hair, made it impossible for the magic spearman to look away.