#sayeru

Sup guys! Yes i know this fic is one-shot or only an experiment but guess what? I added another one for this and Thank you from your help cosmic to give me ideas 😘

And sorry if I didn't tag you well or not😭 I'm still having hard doing it, since for so long I'm only using Tumblr to just scroll and only recently I start posting :')

I even get hype on this and write a long ass opening and word building about the fic! You got some little peek about White Star back ground for this.

Enjoy!

Ps: since Cale Barrow goal is to find place for himself first and second for his ego like become stronger, searching the ancient power and all. Endable kingdom rather than existed for 20 years it's already existed for HUNDREDS of years and that White Star is officially a king.

And why there is already Sayeru and Dorph?

Well....let's just say they found something that extended their live or the usually magic mumbo jumbo.

kingdom and...... BABY?!???

White Radish dad AU!

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“Cale Barrow… are you certain?”

“……”

“The gods have closed their eyes and ears. They believe only what they wish to believe.”

“I can—”

“Do you think they would hear you? Believe you?” A pause, sharp and bitter.

“No. They would only think something is wrong with you—or that I have influenced you.”

“……”

“If they don’t want me, then fine. I will build a place for myself, one where no gods can touch me or see me.”

“Haaa…I really can’t change your mind, can I?”

“No, you can’t.”

“…Alright then. Do as you please. I’ll hear the news about my children from afar.”

" Alright, I'll leave then. "

" And Barrow, please take care. "

" Of course I'm going to take care your children."

"No Barrow..... Take care your self. "

"..... "

"Goodbye Lord Sherrit. "

. . . ✧༺♥༻✧ . . .

It’s been years…

Many years…

Hundreds of years passed by.

And now, the Endable Kingdom has been established.

Cale Barrow didn’t know what made him act—for once, in the countless cycles of his reincarnation—so impulsively, guided by feeling rather than reason. Especially when he had already lost all his emotions hundreds of years ago.

Or… was that really true?

He didn’t know.

No—he didn’t know anymore.

He couldn’t tell whether this was just another curse laid upon his soul, or whether his emotions had truly been worn away through all those years spent reaching for the gods. Any god. Begging for even one to listen, to acknowledge his words—until, eventually, he gave up.

And so he built a kingdom.

A kingdom hidden from the eyes of the gods and beyond their influence. A place for himself, and for those who were rejected simply for existing as they were. Those who didn’t fit the world standards. To Those the gods had deemed inconvenient.

Cale Barrow gathered them one by one.

He sought out those who were useful—those who could be spoken to, reasoned with, negotiated with. Others, he did not bargain with he simply gave them a place to be safe.

the first with the mermaid, then vampire people that flocking try to find home, a necromancer here and there, some dark elf, and beast people.

Making the place was both easy and hard at the same time.

Easy—because many with dark attributes, long discriminated against, came to him willingly and agreed without hesitation.

Hard—because even among those with dark attributes, there were those with ill or corrupted intentions who sought to join him. People who had caused trouble before, whose names had already been smeared, and who would smear the names of others again if left unchecked.

When one is already discriminated against, it only takes a single person doing something wrong to push the blame onto everyone else.

That was how unfair the world was.

And in the end, Cale Barrow had to deal with those people himself.

Harsh punishment for those without manners.

Poison for those who thought they could sell his information.

Torture for those who betrayed him.

And more.

His emotionless state was a double-edged sword in all of this. It allowed him to carry out every action mercilessly, without hesitation, without feelings getting in the way.

Yet it also made it hard for him to see things from other positions—those who had no choice, those used as pawns, those whose hands were tied by fear, debt, or loyalty to another.

Or those who needed a soft helping hand to guide.

For them, all he could do… was grant a painless death.

The other thing is that it make him hard in raising the red dragon, he gift everything that the dragon can have and want.

Everything that he can reached, and yet it seems Cale Barrow can't give that one thing the red dragon most.

His love affection.

Even though after the Red Dragon dragon hatched and have been staying half the year with Lord Sherrit his mother. coming and leaving from his kingdom, the dragon still want his affection.

And Cale Barrow let him be, he can't do anything with this and just focus building his kingdom while continue "co-parenting" As Lord Sherrit say.

In the end, he finally found a place and established his own kingdom.

Though the land he claimed was no safer than any other.

Why?

Because the Endable Kingdom was located within a massive hole in the northern region of the Eastern Continent—divided into several descending floors, and uncomfortably close to the Demon Realm.

But beggars could not be choosers.

And neither could the rejected.

He once read legend found one name Ancient White Star, Cale Barrow didn’t know why he chose that name as the inspiration for his kingdom.

Perhaps it was because is the legend that once he love to read when he is still child, when the dragon slayer village still stand, when he once look up for his village.

Either way, he took it.

he named himself after it.

From that day on, Cale Barrow was no longer known by his true name. He became White Star, and the people crowned him as their king.

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However, not everything in the Endable Kingdom was filled with blood, judgment, and silence.

There were… problems.

Minor ones.

Annoying ones.

A blood sucker.

A mosquito.

Ones that White Star did not understand.

One such problem belonged to the Vampire Faction, led by Duke Fredo von Ejellan.

A vampire with pale skin untouched by time, white hair that fell neatly behind his shoulders, and sharp purple eyes that missed nothing. One of the oldest to kneel before White Star. And undoubtedly, one of the most efficient pillars of the kingdom.

He managed night patrols flawlessly.

He contributed resources, labor, and influence without ever asking for excessive compensation.

His people are even the best and follow Duke Fredo command.

In short—Duke Fredo von Ejellan was competent.

Too competent.

Which was why White Star tolerated him.

Unfortunately, Duke Fredo spoke too much.

A little bit too much.

“my liege” Duke Fredo said one night, offering a bow far deeper than necessary, “you look… radiant today.”

White Star paused. He look at his unimpressed and bland robe that he usual wear. (He is didn't care and sometime too lazy to wear fancy clothes lol)

“…I am wearing the same robe as yesterday.”

“Indeed,” the Duke replied smoothly. “Yet it suits you better today.”

White Star stared at him in silence.

“…Noted,” he said at last, writing something down in his mind.

'Vampire eyesight may be deteriorating.'

And this happened often.

“You should rest more, my liege. Even stars dim when overworked.”

“Stars do not sleep.” because of his curse he didn't sleep for some reason.

“Then perhaps,” Duke Fredo smiled, purple eyes glinting, “you could allow someone to watch over you instead?”

“That is unnecessary,” White Star replied calmly. “I have surveillance spells.”

Duke Fredo laughed softly and White Star did not understand why.

Or that time Duke Fredo suggest him and giving him pointer on raising child, trying to make his and the red dragon relationship work in what way he can't understand.

From White Star perspective, Duke Fredo was… strange.

He stood too close.

He complimented irrelevant things.

White Star later added note to his mental list: 'The Vampire Duke exhibits unnecessary concern. Possible side effect of long lifespan.'

What White Star did not realize—

What he could not realize—

Was that the entire Vampire Faction had already reached a conclusion.

Their Duke was courting the King.

Openly.

Shamelessly.

Poorly received.

The vampire attendants whispered behind pillars.

“He praised His Majesty mask again today.”

“And His Majesty asked if he was suffering from blood deficiency.”

“…That’s the third time this week.”

“His Grace smiled at His Majesty for a full minute today,” one vampire muttered.

“And?”

“And His Majesty asked if he was experiencing facial muscle spasms.”

Silence fell.

“…That counts as rejection, right?”

“No,” another said flatly. “That counts as death.”

And so, they started betting.

It began small.

“One silver coin says the Duke gets ignored again.”

“Two silvers say His Majesty misunderstands it completely.”

“Five silvers say His Majesty accidentally says something emotionally devastating.”

They kept records on that and still is.

One day, Duke Fredo brought White Star a report personally.

“My liege,” he said, bowing gracefully, “this document details the progress of the lower-floor fortifications. I stayed up all night ensuring its accuracy.”

White Star skimmed it.

“…Efficient. You should rest.”

Duke Fredo smiled, placing a hand over his chest. “Ah… such concern. You wound me, my liege.”

White Star frowned slightly.

“I did not attack you.”

Across the hall, several vampire attendants quietly exchanged coins.

“Pay up.”

“Told you.”

Another time—

“my liege” Duke Fredo said softly, “has anyone ever told you that your presence alone commands the night?”

White Star paused.

“…The night is governed by astronomical rotation, not me.”

The vampire faction treasurer sighed and updated the ledger.

Bet #47: Compliment misinterpreted as incorrect scientific claim.

One elder vampire buried his face in his hands.

“Our Duke is courting an unresponsive celestial object.”

At this point, the Vampire Faction no longer placed bets on success.

They placed bets on how long their Duke would last.

“How many years until His Grace gives up?”

“Never.”

“No, seriously.”

"At this rate his grace not just won't have a partner, he won't have a child" One of the vampire servant tell them with matter of fact.

Someone snort " Well he definitely not going to have child with that rock man. "

"Hah! Won't it be funny if I bet all my gold coins that he would get a heir" She ask everyone.

"Eh.... It's a lost cause. " A maid shrugged.

But little did everyone know.......

That word and bet.....

Would make them all loose their gold coins and mind..... . . . . . It began with a dare.

Someone found a tome.

A very old tome.

One that should not have been opened.

It was discovered during an expedition meant to locate traces of ancient power—nothing unusual. The Necromancer Faction handled it first, passed it to the Dark Elves, who decided it was “aboveground nonsense,” and eventually it landed in the hands of the Vampire Faction.

Specifically—Duke Fredo von Ejellan.

He read it.

Understood it.

Paused.

“…This is absurd,” he said.

The spell was ancient. Complicated. And ridiculous.

A convergence-type ritual that required magical overflow, multiple attributes, and a conceptual anchor.

Purpose: To manifest a successor from two people that can't have a child.

Naturally, he decided it would make an excellent prank.

A harmless one.Probably.

He bring that tome to the beast bear and beast lion to do the chant.

“A single chant,” Duke Fredo said lightly, holding the ancient tome. “No mana reinforcement. No activation key. Just enough to make the circle glow.”

Sayeru raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure this isn’t real?”

“It’s clearly a fake,”Duke Fredo replied. “Look at this section—‘Conceptual Anchor: Blood or Core.’ Completely impractical.”

Dorph leaned over the circle, grinning. “If it works, I’ll bow to his majesty for a full month.”

They laughed.

That was mistake number one.

Mistake number two was when White Star arrived before they could stop him.

The three froze.

Duke Fredo straightened instantly. “my liege! This is—”

The spell circle flickered once.

“…Did it just respond?” Sayeru asked.

“No,”Duke Fredo said immediately. “Fake spells don’t respond.”

The circle pulsed again.

The air grew heavy.

White Star stepped inside.

“…Why,” he asked calmly, “are you chanting in an unauthorized chamber?”

The chanting stopped.

Too late.

The spell did not stop.

The runes lit up violently, snapping into place as if offended at being interrupted.

“Oh no,” Sayeru whispered.

“DON’T MOVE,” Duke Fredo shouted. “WE BREAK THE CHANT MID-CAST AND NEED TO—”

The circle screamed.

The floor cracked.

The spell continued chanting by itself.

The room detonated with mana.

Wards shattered.

Gravity twisted.

Books exploded off the shelves.

“WHY IS IT STILL GOING?!” Dorph screamed as he was lifted off the ground.

The circle flared blinding white.

White Star moved forward instinctively, grabbing Duke Fredo shoulder.

“Step away from the—”

The spell reacted. Violently.

A shockwave slammed outward, throwing everyone back.

White Star palm split open on the circle edge—

Blood splashed.

At the same time, Duke Fredo was slammed into a pillar, fangs biting into his lip before White Star react and pull the vampire back to him.

Vampiric blood hit the runes.

The spell locked.

BOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!

Fsshhhhh

Crack, crack, crak.....

Everything is a mess, the chamber looks like having tornado dancing around and having a party.

“…Is everyone alive?” Dorph croaked.

“…I think I lost consciousness halfway,” Sayeru whimpered.

Then—

A whimper......

Everyone froze.

No, not Sayeru. This didn't sound like adult or even a bear, it's sound like......

A baby.

Everyone snapped back into a reality and turned their face into the middle chamber, which is close to White Star and Duke Fredo that leaning together (olala~)

Both of them turned their face slowly into the floor and found it a bundle.

"Ah.... Mmma.... "

Both White Star and Duke Fredo look at the baby with surprise and horror, Duke Fredo Godsmaked at the little bundle under them.

It's pale.... It's have White hair, normal ears, one very little fangs poke out, and when eyes open? It's purple.

"Ahhmma... " The child wave it's weak tiny hands around.

And the worse part?

" It's half Vampire. "Duke Fredo blurred out in awe.

And White star didn't need to feel it to know that this ambonation is a half human and vampire.

White Star continue to stare at the baby.

"..... "

Sayeru: Are you flirting with me, Cale Heni-?

Cale: But numbers can and it's -10/10.

Sayeru, shocked and speechless: ....

White Star, shocked and trying hard not to laugh: ...

LATER AT THEIR BASE:

Sayeru: BARROW HE GAVE ME A NEGATIVE! A NEGATIVE!

White Star, trying hard not to laugh: ...

I mean, the first meet with the White Thing was pretty tense, we really got scare that he might lose, but then, even if the others fights got nastty, Cale was always relax and in advantage to the point that we look at the White Thing and don't see a threat, but an annoyance. We just get tense because we don't know what Cale was thinking, so not his whole plan.

The first time he meet Dorph and the Bear king we thought: fuck, they are strong! They are really strong! How Cale could win against it?!

And then, in the next meting, Cale cut off the Bear king and the White star's arm like they were never strong in the first place! Cale got trapped a couple of times, but he trapped his enemies much more times (and tricked them).

Chapters: 428-430

Director Cale Flexes His Skills 💪