The 0th Corps Commander Became Trash! [ TCF x INTKOT ]

Chapter 17 - Daunting Memories

Although their hoods covered their faces he could still see their hair. One had long white gold hair and pointed ears, the second had black hair that was identical to his, and in the middle seemed to be their master. He seemed to not even be in his twenties.

"...Who are you."

First he needed to find out who these people are and what business they had with him and his brother.

"We do not mean any harm."

"How can I believe your words if you attacked our carriage?"

"I'm sorry, they didn't mean to... We are just in a rush to find someone."

The brown haired boy explained to Cruel. From what Cruel could tell, there was no one named Cale Henituse? And even if there was he wouldn't be here.

(A/N): cough cough cough deon...😶😶😶

"I don't know who that is but this Cale Henituse isn't here. It is just me and my knights."

"That's impossible- it says that Cale-nim should be on this world!"

"I don't know what you're talking about but he's not here so I have no idea what you are talking about."

Cruel was confused and wary. Why did these people attack their carriage for just a noble? Who was Cale Henituse and why were they in a rush? What did they mean by 'in this world' there seemed to be more than what the boy had explained to them.

"We apologize sir, if you want we can take you to where you are heading."

"No thank you, it's alright. We'll just take the horses."

He didn't know why but he felt like allowing these people to stick close to Deon was not a good idea. Cruel couldn't let his plan to protect Deon he planned for years to crumble just because of a few strangers who could be from Duke Illuster's side.

"But we insist-"

"Like I said, it's alright. It's not your fault."

"..If you say so..."

The boy seemed to really regret his subordinates actions. It made Cruel feel bad but his brother was more important than strangers. Unbeknownst to the two that Deon listened to their conversation in horror.

'What are they doing here?! Why can't they all just leave me alone, Cale is dead so let Cale die.'

Deon covered his mouth, preventing any sound from coming out of his mouth. He didn't dare to make a single noise. He doesn't want to go back.

'No it's fine...'

Deon immediately took the neckpiece from the God of Death and wore it. He didn't wear it a lot since they didn't appear yet but now that they were it'd be best to wear it all the time now.

Covering his face with a mask and hood, Deon headed outside anxiously.

"Brother... Who are these people?"

Deon asked, pretending not to know who the group of three were.

"Deon- you shouldn't go out."