What if Cale turned into a child? (Trash of the Count's Family Fanfiction)

WICTIAC: Honeybunch

After the group finished eating, Ron and Beacrox stepped forward and quickly took a turn to each of their tasks.

The speed at which they both clean and prepare would make anyone, who's not used to seeing these kinds of movements, have a heart attack. 

Even their subordinates who continue to ask what have these pair of father and son do for their training that they were still able to beat the crap out of a hundred of them without even breaking a sweat,

The answer was this.

Beacrox, who's currently cleaning the long table with quick movements, with the flick of his hand, the plate landed steadily on the trolley, piling up to one another without even making a clattering sound. His wrist was flexible, probably because of how much he had used it to certain businesses other than his work in the duchy's kitchen, the precision and gracefulness as well as how he maintained an impeccable posture as if he's just standing and arranging flowers in a vase when in fact, he's almost throwing the plates but still managed to arrange it without breaking.

Ron, on the other hand, was also doing a very outstanding job using his agility as an assassin. He almost looks like he's flying while climbing the stairs, just from how quick and how soundless his steps were. He had gone up and down the stairs without ruining his hair. Even with those quick movements, he maintained his elegant and flawless appearance like a perfect butler he is.

Of course, when Cale saw these movements the first time, he felt like his heart shook and protesting to get out of his ribcage. Seeing how these pair of father and son use movements that one would only normally see on the battlefield, or when they're doing business — the redhead couldn't help but lock himself inside his room and pretended to sleep until the three children bothered him to take them out.

The group climbed up the specially made carriage, settling themselves on their own seats.

The three children had boarded the carriage earlier than them and saw the condition of a certain seat inside, to which they turned a blind eye on— as if those plushes, pillows and blanket were normal and were part of the carriage.

That's why when the redhead, who was being carried by Ron, entered the carriage and saw his seat piled up with soft and fluffy things, his eyebrows pulled together and shoot the others a look that says,

'What kind of bullshit is this?'

The rebellious gaze, paired with Cale's bulging and pinkish cheeks, his fierce look really worked well.

Worked well on nudging their hearts with how adorable he looked.

But well, Cale, who got used to these kinds of gimmicks by the three children, sighed with a frown on his eyebrows.

He looked at the sparkling and expectant gazes that three children were shooting him and couldn't help but swallow his complaints and toddle slowly towards his seat and lightly patted the plushy's head, his left eyebrow slightly twitching.