Cale had noticed something was off as soon as they returned home. "What is going on?"

"That, you see, young master-nim....." Deputy butler Hans was naturally the one who came out to greet Cale.

But something was off. Hans seemed worried.

"Hurry up and tell me." Cale did not look at Choi Han, Beacrox, On, and Hong who were behind him and instead only looked at Hans.

He had a bad feeling. An ominous feeling filled his mind.

'Did something happened to the family? Or one of my people?'

Something must have happened, as the other servants and knights around Hans had the same expression. Cale's mind became complicated in those short five seconds.

"Young master-nim, Mr. Ron has returned."

"Ron did?"

"My father?"

Both Cale and Beacrox, looked toward Hans with shock.

Ron was not supposed to be back for a couple more months.

Hans then closed his eyes tightly. That made Cale have an even worse feeling.

Hans opened his eyes again and could not look at Beacrox as he continued to speak. "Mr. Ron came back injured."

"Lead me there at once."

Hans, who saw Cale's stiff expression, quickly turned around and guided them into the residence. Cale followed him with Beacrox right next to him.

Hans guided Cale as quickly as possible and stopped in front of a room. It was not Ron's room but a luxurious bedroom that was reserved for high ranking guests.

"Open the door."

"Yes sir."

Hans opened the door after hearing Cale's stern command.

Creak. The door opened and a terrible rotting smell filled Cale's nose.

"Young master...."

Cale stiffened up, he felt a lump inside his throat. "...Ron."

The assassin Ron, that sly old man, was laying on the bed.

"F-Father!" Beacrox rushed past Cale into the bedroom.

Cale looked into Ron's eyes and asked. "...Ron, why is your arm like that?"

Ron had returned earlier than expected and one of his arms had been cut off.

"I somehow ended up like this." Ron's benign smile was the same as always.

However, his face was pale and full of small injuries. The rotting smell also got stronger as Cale got closer. His left arm, starting from the shoulder area, was missing.

Cale clenched his fist until the nails pierced the skin making it bleed, to calm himself down. But his voice was a bit shaken.

"Hans."

"Yes sir."

"Get out."

"Excuse me?"

Cale looked at Hans, as well as the estate's staff and his father' subordinate, before clarifying. "Everybody except Beacrox and Choi Han, get out."

Hans hesitated for a moment, but quickly took everyone out of the room after seeing the expression on Cale's face. Even On and Hong slowly moved back after seeing Cale's gaze.

Meeeeow.

Meow.

The baby kittens On and Hong looked at Ron multiple times with anxious expressions before heading out of the bedroom.

The bedroom looked much bigger after those people left.

"Do you have enough strength to speak?"

Cale's calm question floated toward Ron.

Ron had a gentle smile on his face and did not seem to be hurting at all. "Yes, young master."

"Then explain. Who was the bastard who did this to you?"

Ron turned away to avoid the angry gaze from Cale and looked toward his son, Beacrox. Beacrox was on his knees by the bed, looking toward Ron's empty shoulder.

'Maybe I shouldn't have come back.'

But this was the only place that came to his mind. If he was going to die, he wanted to see his son, his young master and a couple other people one last time.

"Ron. Look at me and tell me which bastard from Arm did this to you."

Ron looked toward Cale, whose aura had increased the longer he kept his silence. He felt a sense of pressure that made him want to bow even while they are apart.

"Who cut off your arm?" Cale gritted his teeth while repeated his question once again.

"...It was a young mage who seemed to be cutting the arms of all enemies."

Choi Han flinched and looked toward Cale.

"Crazy bastard." Some harsh words were coming out of Cale's mouth.

Just from the small clue, Cale had already guessed the person who cut off Ron's arm, Choi Han probably guessed it, too.

The mage that led the Plaza Terror Incident. There was a good chance it was the blood crazy mage, Redika.

He had lost his left arm and left eye thanks to Choi Han. Cale didn't know how Redika was able to cast magic with one hand and cut off people's arms, but there was a good chance that it was Redika.

"H-How could something like this happen?" Choi Han seemed to be in a state of chaos as he stood there with his fists clenched.

Cale held on to the last remaining of his rationality because there was something else he needed to verify.

Ron was strong and his specialties were assassination and stealth. He was stronger than Redika. There had to be a reason Ron got his arm chopped off and had to run away.

"What is this rotting smell?"

Cale needed to figure out the identity of this rotting smell that was filling the room. It was the smell of rotting flesh.

Ron smiled instead of answering the question. That smile made Cale frustrated and he immediately walked over and pulled off the blanket covering Ron.

"Ah." Choi Han let out a gasp and Beacrox started to frown.

"I was hit by some poison." Ron's thigh and torso were slowly turning black due to poison. There was a slimy fluid on it as well.

Choi Han had never seen something like this before. However, Cale had seen it before.

"Mermaid poison."

Ron looked toward Cale. "...They were the ones who were helping the mermaids."

Cale covered his eyes with his hand. He regretted not telling Ron about his suspicion of the mermaids connection with Arm.

He should have, so why didn't he? Just because he was sulking at that time?

Cale punched himself. The three people were shocked at his sudden action.

"Y-Young master...?"

"Cale-nim!"

"Young master! What are you doing?" Ron almost sat up in surprise, if he wasn't hurt. He reached out his right hand for Cale's fist.

"Damn bastards. How dare they!?" Cale's angry tears was dripping down his face.

He was angry with himself and he was angry at all the bastards that hurt Ron, who was just as important as his father.

His whole body was shaking. "I'll make sure they pay for this."

Beacrox, Choi Han, and even Ron could not say anything after seeing the expression on Cale's face. They had never seen such a look on Cale's face before.

Only after a while did Cale calmed himself down again. He held Ron's hand back and put the blanket back onto Ron's body.

Leaving the tear stain on his face and the slight blood in the corner of his lips alone.

"Is it the ocean?"

"It is an island."

There were many islands between the Western and Eastern continents.

"Choi Han."

"Yes sir."

Cale looked toward Choi Han, who could not take his eyes off of Ron's arm. It was because he was feeling guilty. He felt that the reason that the blood-crazy mage Redika had done this was because of what he had done to Redika.

"What are you doing?"

He had to turn his gaze away after hearing Cale's voice.

Cale then continued to speak. "Stop thinking about useless things, we just have to make sure we kill him for good this time. So, go call Mueller over."

Useless things. Choi Han knew that Cale had realized what he was thinking and bit down on his lips. "I just need to go bring Mr. Mueller?"

"Yeah. Tell him to grab the blueprint for the ship and hurry over."

Cale was not showing any anger anymore. He just gave the order with indifference. However, Choi Han left faster than ever as he left the bedroom.

Ron was confused that Cale was suddenly talking about a ship. "Young master?"

Cale kept his indifference as he responded to Ron. "Don't talk and preserve your energy. You will go with me as well. Be prepared."

He then started to grumble a bit. "How can you come back injured when you told me to look after myself?"

"I am still alive."

Cale recalled part of the contents of Ron's messages to him.

Cale frowned. "That mouth of yours is still alive at least. Take a rest if you're going to keep talking nonsense. Beacrox."

"...Yes sir." Beacrox responded without any energy.

Cale put his hand on Beacrox's shoulder. "Hurry up and go repack our bags. Grab everyone as well."

Cale's next words made Beacrox quickly turn his head around and look at Cale.

"We need to at least get rid of the mermaid poison."

The mermaid poison had the darkness attribute and there was no known cure.

Beacrox, who specialized in torture and assassinations, knew this better than anybody else.

It was the same for Ron. That was the reason why he came to see Beacrox and Cale. He returned home, to his second hometown, to see his son and the person he thought of as a son, one last time before he died.

It was thanks to Ron's immunity to many poisons as well as the highest-grade potions from Count Deruth that were preventing his flesh from drying up and the poison from spreading elsewhere.

The highest-grade potion was allowing him to have some strength while feeling no pain. It was only possible because the Henituse family was wealthy.

"T-There is a way to cure him?" Beacrox, the usually prim and proper man, stuttered.

Cale repeated his order very clearly. "Move quickly."

It was something that Rosalyn was supposed to figure out in the novel, but Cale had already used it once to save Paseton.

"Don't worry. I won't let your father died even if he wants to." Cale said solemnly.

"Not again." Cale whispered absentmindedly, lost in his Records.

Ron and Beacrox ended up looking at each other before Beacrox moved to follow the order. They both thought that Cale was talking about his mother.

The night his mother passed away, she was injured and was laying still in bed. Her only last word, before the doctor and priest come to try and heal her, was to her young son.

Ron remembered that night clearly, he was there watching after bringing the young master at the late countess's request.

"Cale, my dear Cale, I know you're in pain. You endured a lot already and might keep it up for a long time because of how kind-hearted you are." Jur weakly caressed Cale's face. "I'm sure you'll find it hard one day in the future. But I want you to promise me, ugh, cough, promise that you'll survive no matter what happened. I-I know that the future will get better if you survive the best you could. I made sure of that."

"M-Mum... I'll listen to you, I promise whatever you want, so please..." the young Cale couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

When the doctor and priest rushed in, they slightly pushed the young Cale, who was in their way. Cale was left in shock from the coldness he felt from his mother hand.

Cale was a smart kid, he knew that his mother was dying but his young mind couldn't keep up with this fact.

Ron stared at the blood at the corner of his young master's lips and started to speak once Beacrox left and it was just the two of them. "Young master."

"What?"

"They, Arm, seem to be aiming for the sea route with the mermaids." Ron shared the important information that he had barely managed to obtain with Cale.

Cale immediately responded. "I know."

"You've already knew?"

"That's why I've been telling you to just asked me and stay by my side. Damn it." Cale glared at Ron before asking another important matter. "Ron, did anyone see your face?"

"...Only that mage." Ron did not look happy as he shared this fail as an assassin.

On the other hand, Cale's eyes become a little happier. "So we only need to kill that bastard. Choi Han will be happy to do that."

"Young master?"

"Hmm?"

"You're not going to go to war against that organization now, are you?"

"What do you think?"

Ron was struggling with the poison, but started to smile. He could see what Cale was planning to do. "I'm sure it will all work out to your benefit."

"You know me very well."

Cale was not planning to do anything that would complicate his main plan. He was going to achieve his goal and then quickly run. Of course, he planned to cause a ruckus before he left.

Cale then hear the now visible Raon's voice, and he sounded very angry. Cale was not sure where he was watching from before.

"Human, do not worry. The great Raon will be with you. We'll revenge Lemon Grandpa together!"

"Yes, Good idea."

"Thank you, Dragon-nim."

"I'm Raon Miru now! It's the name from my Human, Lemon Grandpa!"

"Okay, Raon-nim. It's such a good name."

"Raon, let's Ron rest."

"Yes, okay, Human. I won't talk anymore."

Cale returned to his thinking state of mind. He at least had a very good sense of Raon, Choi Han, Rosalyn, and all of the others' levels of strength.

He quickly formulated a plan. He needed to come up with a plan to protect himself as well as the people around him. That was the only way for his body and mind to not have any regrets in the future.

"Rest until we leave." Cale left the bedroom Ron was in and immediately headed to the video communication room. He needed to head to the Northeastern shoreline. He needed to go to the Ubarr territory.

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A few days later, Cale took in the salty smell as he got off of the carriage. In front of his eyes was the sea that still had a couple whirlpools roaring fiercely.

"Young master-nim, it is an honor to meet you."

"Are you the one in charge?"

"Yes sir."

The Henituse territory's representative manager greeted Cale. He was the one responsible for representing the Henituse territory along with the rest of the managers involved in the development of the Naval Base.

There were three managers currently located here representing either the crown, the Ubarr territory, or the Henituse territory.

"The development has picked up as some of the whirlpools disappeared, giving us access to more islands."

"Really?"

"Yes. Thanks to that, we were able to quickly develop our ships."

The Henituse family had invested a lot of money into the development of this Naval Base because the Ubarr family wanted to keep the crown's involvement to the minimum.

They had wanted a couple of things in return, with one of them being the Henituse family being able to use a part of the shoreline free of charge.

"Then shall I guide you over to the residence?"

"No. Hold on."

Cale looked toward the carriage and motioned with his finger. The carriage door opened and a small, pale person stepped out. "Hurry up."

"Yes, yes sir!" Mueller quickly rushed over and stood between Cale and the manager.

Mueller was now chubbier and wearing fancy clothes. The Countess was doing a good job keeping Mueller under control using luxurious goods.

Cale put his hand on Mueller's shoulder. "Why don't you show him the phase one blueprints?"

"Gasp. Yes, yes sir!" Mueller gasped before quickly handing the blueprint over to the manager.

As the manager in charge of the construction of this naval base, the manager was knowledgeable about construction and the sea.

"...Huh?" The manager looked at the blueprint for the ship for a moment before looking past Mueller to look at the person the pale Mueller was staring at.

"Young master-nim, this?"

"Yes, exactly like that."

"I've never seen a ship like this before."

That made Cale flinch before looking down at Mueller.

Cale had been shocked when he first saw the blueprints as well. 'This bastard isn't also someone who transmigrated from Korea or something, right?'

Mueller clenched onto the gold ring that the Countess, his mentor of sorts, had given him for support after seeing Cale's angry expression.

Cale sighed at Mueller's reaction and then looked toward the manager. "But don't you think it'll be good once we build it?"

"More than good-." The manager did not finish his sentence. Rather than good or bad, this was amazing.

Cale casually moved past the question while looking at the manager, who was unable to answer the question. "Won't it at least be durable?"

"Yes. It'll be very durable, but-." It would definitely be durable. However, the manager wanted to ask a question.

Is this really a ship for transportation? It looked more like a battleship.

Still, Cale finished the conversation before the manager could ask. "Then that's all that matters."

The manager could no longer ask the question and just accepted that Cale just wanted a very durable ship for transportation. He then realized that there may be a different problem.

"It looks like it would take a significant amount of money to build, especially this golden turtle section-."

"What are you worried about?" That problem wasn't a big deal to Cale either. "Money isn't a problem."

(Tsuki: The picture isn't related to the plot... but it's very accurate for the situation.)

A satisfied smile was on the manager's face. "I will do my best to create this masterpiece!"

Cale avoided the suddenly passionate manager's face and got back on the carriage. "I will head to the residence with your subordinate, so you stay here and chat with Mueller."

"Yes sir, I understand."

"Young master-nim, please rest peacefully!"

Cale closed the carriage door after seeing Mueller bow 90 degrees. The carriage started to head toward the residence and the manager could see Mueller's shoulders open up.

"Ahem, you see, this ship will not break even if it gets hit by a magic bomb."

"Yes, it definitely looks like that. But we will probably only be able to make one."