Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

XXXVII

"Ah, he's moving!!! Hit him! Hit him!!!" shrieked Callen, vowing never to encounter this lunatic again.

He literally sounds like someone telling someone else to kill a cockroach after pesticide spraying failed. Cale Henituse snorted and laughed. As he carried him in his arms, Alver smiled.

"When did you ever attract normal people?" Alver asks, pinching his nose. "That's a human, not a bug."

"I attract people, but I don't want people like him." Callen protested, "He's persistent!"

Cale Henituse couldn't stop laughing after that. What the heck did this kid went and treated this lunatic like a roach? This boy was obsessed with legends and myths. If he's here, then some of the nobles might have recorded what happened before at the palace of joy. They just ignored the white Sekka brat and left.

"What were you doing here, mommy?"

"Me? I'm attending the academy."

Alver and Robbit both looked at him. Despite the fact that the Royal Family is exempt from attending the academy, it is still a prestigious school that everyone strives to get into. If one of them graduates from the academy, their careers as a politician or palace aide are secure.

"Count Henituse permitted you?" Alver inquired, "as one would expect from my wife, but why are you outside the school grounds?"

"I told my father that I wanted to attend the academy, but the teacher had nothing to teach me and said I could leave early, so I decided to check out the bar down the street, but their libations couldn't compete with the fief's," Cale replied, taking Callen from Alver's arm. "Where are you going now?"

"For an eleven-year-old, you sure started drinking early, mommy; too much liquor is bad for the health; anyway, we're going to my palace; wanna come, Mommy?" Callen inquired.

"Hobbies... Even if I drink for four days, I'll still be clear-headed. Alright. I don't have a single decent thing to do anyway." Cale nonchalantly replied.

He did not, however, expect to see a half-finished zoo/palace in his entire life.

Cale counted the different kinds of animals. There was a cat tribe, a wolf tribe, rabbits, a dragon, and a few other types of beasts. There is also a member of the whale tribe and children from the hawk tribe.

One hawk flew towards Callen and landed on his head. They entered the palace, which was filled with papers, books, and records that even the royal court couldn't match. There's a huge map of the western and eastern continents in one of the rooms.

"This is my strategy room," Callen said quietly.

"It's incredible that you were able to construct such in such a short period of time," Cale exclaimed. Throughout the war, he only had a piece of paper in his first life. During that time, everything was burned, and the Alver of his time was concerned about maps.

"I started when this place was bestowed upon me; since it's mostly an abandoned building (well, he's living in the Palace of Joy with his Hyunnie), I figured it'd be better to turn it into some kind of headquarters."

Callen wished to establish an intelligence office similar to the "Company" in his previous life. He desired to build information in secret, obtain secrets from nobles, and eventually form a sold foundation and framework for information dissemination.

"The refugees gave me some of their books, so by this point I had at least 40,000 books."

"You even conned people?"

"No? I haven't actually scammed anyone yet... I am an innocent six-year-old prince," Callen declared proudly as he drew Alver into the main office.

Callen's main office, in contrast to the room with the map of the continent, has a large table with a 3D map of the continent.