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Once the image was on the screen, Cale stiffened, his pale complexion only got worse. He knew what moment was going to be shown, obviously it was the first time he appeared in this world. The people with him just held him in their arms to reassure him. They knew what was going to be shown here, and they also knew how scared their friend was.

The others just marveled at the images while Choi Han was nostalgic for his years on earth. No one has yet noticed the redhead's distress.

The man could feel someone gently tapping his body. The rough hand made the man think of the hands of an exhausted parent. It was that warm.

"Young master, it is morning."

"Looks like it's me, young master."

Cale nodded his head mechanically to Ron's words. He was most afraid of his reaction. The assassin could kill him with a single move.

But the voice was very profound. The man felt chills throughout his body and his eyes subconsciously opened. Rather than the bright sunlight coming in through the window to warm the man's eyes, what he saw was an old man standing there with a satisfied expression.

"It's surprising to see you wake up after just one attempt."

"Huh?"

"The master wishes to dine with the young master since it has been a while. It looks like it will be possible today."

The man could see a mirror past the old man's shoulder. Inside the mirror was a red-haired man who seemed to be confused looking back at him.

"I guess that guy is me."

"Young Master Cale?"

Everyone was concerned: how could someone forget their name? Until most of them remembered his trashy, alcoholic past. Perhaps he had gone too far that night.

Only Bud wanted to congratulate his friend, even him had not never been that drunk. They should try it together someday.

The man turned toward the source of the worried voice to find the old man, who looked like a servant, looking toward him. But that concerned man was not the problem.

The man heard clearly it.

Young Master Cale. It was a household name. He slowly let burtedout the name.

"Cale Henituse?"

The old servant was looking at him like he was looking at his own grandson.

"Yes. That is your name, young master. I'm guessing you are still a bit drunk."

For the various leaders who were unaware of Cale's past, hearing Cale Henituse drunk seemed so strange and impossible. The young man had always been a noble and respectful person.

This was especially true for the Queen of the Jungle, who still remembered the day they had met and what he had done afterward. But everyone can make mistakes. Despite this, Cale Henituse will always remain a good person in her eyes.

Listening to the concerned response of the old man, the man naturally thought about a name that was even more important than the name Cale Henituse.

"...Beacrox."

"Are you talking about my son?"

"...Chef."