An Angels Protector

CHAPTER SIX

"What are you doing?!"

'Huh?...'

Cale flinched when he heard someone shouting. He looked around him in a panic.

'W-where am I?...'

"Cale Henituse what have you done?!"

Everything was spinning, but all seemed to be clear.

'Who is calling me?...'

Cale tried to discern the identity of the one who was shouting at him. When he was suddenly pushed back he fell towards the ground.

!!

Then Cale could finally see the color of his hair painted all over his hands.

His eyes widened. This wasn't what he thought it was right?

'Blood...'

There was a loud ringing in his head making him recall unpleasant memories.

'Urk!'

He winched in pain holding his head.

Cale looked in front of him to see someone getting healed by the priest with blood seeping out of her shoulder.

And the guy who was helping her, desperately holding the person's bloodied hands.

'Are you okay?!... Hang in there &/$;!!!'

*Gasp!*

Cale woke up with a jolt from the nightmare. He panted heavily looking around in a frenzy.

'W-where?! This isn't my room!'

He noticed that this wasn't the room he was staying in. Making him panic and stand out of bed quickly resulting in him falling face-first.

'Argh!'

The door clicks open.

?!

"....I see that you up" Cale looked towards the door that creaked open to see a familiar red-headed man.

"...Barrow?" Cale's eyes were squinted from the sudden light that seeped through the cracked door.

Barrow sighed and placed the tray he was carrying on the table beside the bed. He carefully reached out his hand and touched Cale's forehead.

"You're sweating..did I set the room temperature too low?" Barrow muttered, Cale stared at him for a minute and opened his mouth.

"Where...am I?.." Barrow looked at Cale and huffed he then smiled and grabbed Cale's cheek pinching the soft skin.

"Did you forget how you fell asleep on me, hmm? And that you were running around alone at night??" Cale tried to talk but was unable to form words due to the barrow's hold on his cheek.

"Thash yot!" Barrow pinched Cale's cheek again and smiled.

"Now, don't argue with me anymore," Barrow says patting Cale's head and finally releasing his cheek. Cale rubbed his sore cheek and glared at Barrow.

Seeing that glare barrow smirks, "Is that how you should be to a royal?" Cale flinched hearing his words.

'Shit- I forgot this guy was royalty' Cale looked away, he decided to just ignore the royal kindly.

Barrow looked at Cale's antics and couldn't help but let out a laugh which made his cheek tint with a pinkish hue.

'Is he laughing at me..' Cale grumbled inwardly, he wanted to shout at the man for his audacity but then again his neck might get sliced off and his family might get in trouble.

'It's not fair...Influential people have it easy...'

Cale thought the world was too unfair right now.

Barrow reached out for the cold metal tray he placed on the bedside table and placed it in front of Cale.

"Go on eat, I'm sure you're hungry" Barrow smiled at Cale and rested his chin on his hand as he stared at Cale.

Cale flinched and looked at the tray filled with food. "Don't worry about home I've already sent someone to inform you're butler where you are" Barrow uttered.

"Ah..." Cale nodded and reached his hand for the fork and spoon, he carefully ate breakfast, although someone was watching him do so and it felt very creepy to get watched by someone while eating.

He strangely felt at ease.

'This is the first time I've ever tasted something as good as Beacrox cooking'  Cale smiled as he savored every last piece of food he could chew.

"Wanna go for a walk in my garden to help you digest your food?" Barrow proposed, Cale nodded and stood up from the bed.

That uncomfortable feeling he felt earlier, Is strangely gone and has been replaced with a feeling of comfort.

'What was that dream about?...' Cale didn't think it was a dream.

Meanwhile inside the himenjtyse capital house.

Baam!

"Eek!" A frightened maid flinched and quickly fled away from where she stood. Beacrox encountered the frightened maiden and sighed as he walked towards the cause of the servant's fear.

"Father..."

Beacrox looked at his father who still retained his smile as he held the letter in his right hand crumbling it while his left hand punched the wall leaving a small crack.

Beacrox sighed again, "Father you're scaring the other servants" Though Beacrox didn't care, it was quite bothersome to take care of the aftermath.

"Ho Ho Ho, Is that so, pardon me I saw a fly and was trying to exterminate it" Ron's eyes curved as he smiled, His benign expression betraying his murderous tone of voice.

'What kind of fly did you find!?' Were the thoughts of the other servants who observed from a safe distance and were too scared to question?

Beacrox looked at the letter on his father's hand, 'The young master hadn't been back since last night, and we get a letter from a clothed man stating that he is inside their master's estate.'

He then looked at his father who was gently (?) caressing his dagger whilst still maintaining his benign smile.

'Young master...I don't think you will be able to live' Beacrox was somehow excited and amused at how this would end up.

The master needed some scolding since they had been too lenient on him lately.

"Some flies are starting to get too close to the table, We should keep a close eye okay?" Ron smiled at the servant who was confused as to why he would say something like that when he hadn't seen a single fly yet.

The servant who had just arrived from laundry work had no clue of what happened. And simply nodded.

"Hohoho" Ron smiles his signature smile and decides to get rid of the unwanted pest.