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

WICTIAC: Tofu Stew, Potions and Bunny Ears...?

Cale stayed inside his room the whole day after he woke up, desperately avoiding everyone due to his blunder last night.

He refused to take a step out of his bedroom that the group couldn't help but worry and at the same time amused by this kind of kid antics by the little redhead.

If only not for Duke Deruth contacting them to drop by the estate today to have a meal with them, Cale would certainly not go out.

And currently, Cale was being carried by his butler as they walk towards the estate. Following behind them was Beacrox who, for some reason, looks like he′s out to slice someone′s throat that it scared the living daylights out of the little redhead.

That's why Cale stayed very very still to avoid getting the Head Chef's attention. Well, not like Cale can worry about these things right now since he still wants to hide away from them. Although he would usually brush this matter off to the side because it's all in the past—for some reason, he could not do so.

'This bullshit curse...'

″Mr. Ron!″

A lively voice greeted them the moment they entered the doors and they saw bouncing ginger locks as the said person walked steadily towards them with his signature bright smile.

″It's been a while, everyone!″

His bright voice welcomed them and the three children, who were being carried by Choi Han as they followed behind them, looked at Hans with bright eyes.

″Ah, Kitten-nims and Raon-nim∽! How have you been?″

The little redhead deadpanned as he looked at Hans shifting from formal to a foolish look after seeing the three children. He tugged on Ron's clothes, making the old butler look down at the little redhead who had been quiet since earlier.

He was very amused at the sight of his young master being childish like this. He can't help but want to tease Cale more seeing this reaction.

Ron smiled and held the little redhead closer to him, smiling with a fond look, ″What is it, young master-nim?"

'Scary old man...'

Cale's eyebrow twitched as he felt a drop of cold sweat drip down his back, slightly shivering that, of course, the old butler didn't miss. He look away from Ron before he pointed towards the second floor, "Bwing me to my woom. I want to be alone."

Everyone looked at the little redhead who was slowly putting his hand down and looked indifferent and disinterested towards anything. They couldn't help but recall the event last night.

'Why cwan't you, hic, shtay outside when I, hic, twold you not to cwome in?'