Chapter 35: Being Still (2)

Chapter 35: Being Still (2) Translator: miraclerifle Editor: Borderline Masochist Rosalyn started to smile. “I heard you were trash, but I guess that was a lie.” Rosalyn stopped with the respectful tone almost immediately, as Cale had expected. Although the majority of the people may not know what the princess of another kingdom may look like, it was different for nobles. Low-level nobles may have found it difficult to gather information, but at the Count level, like the Henituse family, having information about the neighboring kingdoms’ nobles and royalty was basic knowledge. It was not just fun and games to be a noble. Cale responded to Rosalyn’s statement. “It is true that I am famous for being trash. However, a mage should make their judgments based on their five senses.” “You are right, young master Cale. We only believe the things we experience ourselves.” Cale thought Rosalyn’s way of speaking was quite odd. She was speaking informally to him as a princess, but when she was referring to herself as part of the society of mages by using the term, ‘we,’ she spoke formally. Her identity as a mage seemed to be very important to her. “But princess-nim.” “Rosalyn.” She really didn’t seem to like being treated like a princess. “Okay then. Miss Rosalyn, are you done with your questions?” “Yes. I am finished.” She smiled as she answered. “Young master Cale, it seems like you do not want to be involved with me?” Even though he knew she was a princess, he just told her to enjoy her stay and then leave. It wasn’t that she found that to be disrespectful or anything. In fact, she preferred it that way. If she wanted special treatment, she would have revealed her full name and her identity immediately. She did not want to be treated that way however. In addition, she was thankful to Cale for telling them about Lock’s condition. “Really? I just acted that way since princess-nim seemed to prefer it this way.” ‘Liar.’ Rosalyn treated Cale’s words as just a good excuse. A human who travels with a dragon. He was known to be trash by society, but was not actually like that in reality. He could have easily revealed her existence if he really wanted to do so. She thanked Cale, who was smiling as if he knew nothing. “It seems like you have not informed the Roan royalty. Thank you very much.” “No problem. Something like that should be based on the involved individual’s own wishes.” Cale thought that the crown prince would barge into this residence if Cale had reported it to the palace. “You are correct, young master Cale. I do not wish to reveal myself. If this lands you into trouble in the future, please let them know that I asked you not to do so. I will send a messenger to back up your story.” “Got it.” “Thank you for letting me stay here. I will take care of my business and not cause you any trouble.” ‘Not cause me any trouble.’ Cale thanked Rosalyn, who was giving him the answer he wanted to hear the most. “Thank you very much.” “No worries, it is how it should be.” Rosalyn brushed Cale’s thanks off before continuing to eat. Cale and Rosalyn, the two of them did not need to speak anymore. Rosalyn just peeked at the dragon every so often. She couldn’t help it. As a mage, her gaze continued to head to the dragon. The dragon stopped eating the sausage that originally was for Cale before turning to look at Rosalyn. After ignoring Rosalyn’s continued peeking for a while, he finally spoke up. “Eat your own food. This is mine.” The Black Dragon pulled the plate with the sausage closer to him. Cale was casually piling more food onto that plate for the dragon. The Black Dragon was getting addicted to the taste of steak, which was different from eating raw meat, as well as the other types of various foods that were on the table. Rosalyn peeked toward Cale, and Cale stealthily put up four fingers without the dragon noticing. Four years old. Rosalyn smiled at the meaning of Cale’s message, and responded to the dragon. “Yes, dragon-nim. I would not dare eye your food.” The Black Dragon started to eat again and Rosalyn and Cale continued their meals as well. It was a relaxing and peaceful meal. After it was over, Cale got on the carriage to go meet the Northeastern nobles. The Northeastern nobles consisted of just 10 noble families. There were more if you considered the barons and below, but the pillar of the Northeast was based on these 10 families. Of those 10 families, the three people Cale was meeting today came from three families that had been friendly with the Henituse family for a long time. “What a dilemma.” That was why Cale was worried. Choi Han, who had been following him as a guard, cautiously asked. “What is? If I can do anything to help, please let me know.” “Nothing. You don’t need to know.” Cale just curtly answered before starting to think again. Choi Han observed Cale and started to worry as well. It was the first time Choi Han had seen Cale worrying like this. Cale did not know what to do. Just what kind of chaos would he need to cause to really look like trash? Cale had come to a realization after being stuck with large baggage like Choi Han and the Black Dragon. He was having a dilemma about how to live a trash life. The Northeastern nobles would have seen Cale’s trash behavior in the past. They would have also received news about all of Cale’s trashy actions in the Henituse territory. That was why he had to be even more careful, no, he had to be even more chaotic. “Hmm.” Cale looked down at his two hands. Act like a total bastard? That would be a way to seem like the trash of all trash. While Cale was thinking about what he could do to act terribly, the carriage stopped in front of a residence. Since the Northeastern nobles all had residences in the same area of the capital, it was not very far. “Welcome, young master Cale-nim.” Cale noticed the old butler greeting him at the gate, and looked to the building behind the butler. This was Count Wheelsman’s residence. Count Wheelsman’s territory was located in the beginning parts of the Northeast, and he was neither very strong nor very wealthy. That was why he was able to build a close relationship with Count Henituse in the Northeast, where they did not have any dukes or marquis. Count Henituse liked this friendship because, for someone like him, whose territory was far in the corner of the Northeast, knowing someone who was the close to the capital was beneficial. Cale thought about Count Wheelsman’s successor. ‘Eric Wheelsman.’ Deputy butler Hans had cautiously advised Cale before he left for this meeting. ‘Young master, it is great that you have a good relationship with young master Eric, but I bring this up to you to ask whether you think it would be smarter to not act so close to each other in front of the other nobles in the meeting.’ That let Cale know that Eric and the original owner of this body were very close. However, the information about Eric in the nobles information report described Eric as a good person who was a bit uptight. “Young master Cale, may I escort you inside?” “Sure.” Cale followed the old butler into the Wheelsman residence. Eric Wheelsman, Gilbert Chetter, and Amiru Ubarr. The three of them were inside the residence. Cale was still thinking about how he should act in front of them as he entered inside. In the end, he didn’t need to worry about such a thing. “Cale. You at least still listened to this hyung. Right?” Cale had a confused look on his face. Eric Wheelsman pushed up his glasses after seeing Cale’s expression. Right now, Cale was seated at the table with the three nobles surrounding him like he was in an interview. ‘This is odd.’ But the atmosphere was more of them consoling him rather than interviewing him. Eric Wheelsman started to speak. “Won’t it be annoying for you as well?” Viscount Ubarr’s daughter Amiru and Baron Chetter’s son Gilbert chimed in. “He’s right. Young master Cale, I heard you don’t like annoying formalities.” “Young master Cale, it is not wrong to find something to be annoying.” It felt like they were trying to console a child. Cale first responded to their statements. “Yes, it is annoying.” “See! That is why!” Tap. Eric lightly tapped the table. It did not seem like it was because he was angry, but more like a subconscious movement. He looked toward Cale, who used to be a cute little kid until he grew up to be trash, and quietly continued. “That is why you don’t need to say anything or do anything. Just be still! Be still and we will take care of everything for you. You hate annoying things and formalities anyway.” Cale responded back with an intrigued expression.