Red Means I love you

Ears on the walls (2)

"Did you call for this Ron, Young master?"

Ron stood next to the couch Cale was sitting on. He was observing the young master as if he was studying an interesting specimen.

This young master of his...

What made him want to suddenly go out? And for what was he called here?

The old butler saw how the young master he had raised was sipping the tea from the cup leisurely, as elegantly as you could expect from a 14 years old at least. But he had that aura only a noble would have.

"Yes, please take a seat, Ron" Cale motioned towards the couch across from his,

Ron hesitated, unsure of what this young master wanted. But in the end, he did as he was instructed and sat down.

This puppy young master of his doesn't look like the fragile porcelain doll the Count had kept safe that would break at a moment's notice today. Instead, he looked like a little puppy who had its head on top of a throne.

Cale put down his cup as Ron took his seat,

"I will just cut to the chase,"

Clink

The sound of the cup clattering from the collision of the plate and the table sounded clearly,

"Ron-- no, Patriarch Molan,"

Ron's smile froze,

"What are your thoughts of taking over the western underworld?"

. . .

Cale could see Ron's expression clearly,

It was truly vicious.

.

.

Cale couldn't help but want to laugh at the expression his butler was making; He could even feel the chilling intent that was slowly seeping from the old butler.

But he didn't, at least not outwardly.

"What do you think, Ron?"

Ron's benign smile was on his face again, he was chuckling at Cale as if he just made a funny joke,

"What do you mean, young master? Why would I want to take over the underworld?" the aura around him vanished without a trace, "This one butler is simply too old to think of such thing"

"You know what I meant Ron,"

"No young master, I do not"

The young master and the old butler both had a smile on their face, none of them flinched nor did they back down.

Cale leaned to the side resting his hand towards the armrest of the couch;

It seemed like his butler wouldn't agree just like that. To be expected, but it would really be preferable if he had just accepted it. At least it would save him some energy.

"Eastern underworld, 5 households"

Ron's ears perked up at the nonchalant mention,

"Don't you want to know what happened... no, who was responsible for what had happened 15 years ago?" Cale casually said,

It was an information he had come across while he was in his birth mother's studies in the past while he was looking around to find something interesting. Who would have known he had a use for that information at a time like this?

"What are you trying to say, Young master?" Ron couldn't help but look at Cale differently now, "How much do you know?"

How much does he know?