Trash of the Count's Family

Choi Han stopped leaning against the wall and pushed his body up.

His body was leaning to his left probably because his right ankle was uncomfortable, but Cale did not help him or say anything about him. There was no reason to be any nicer to him than he had already been.

Cale told Choi Han to follow him as he headed toward the Count’s estate. However, an existence blocked his path.

Meeeeeeeeow.

The red furred golden eyed kitten ran toward Cale and rubbed its cheeks on Cale’s shoes. Cale started to frown. He didn’t like cats, but this one seemed pretty cute. However, he suddenly felt chills all over his body and turned around. Choi Han was staring at him.

‘Damn it.’

Cale awkwardly started to pet the kitten.

“It seems like it likes me. But I have to go. See you next time.”

Cale never understood why people talked to animals. However, Cale, who had now become that person that was speaking to animals, quickly stood back up and walked away from the kitten.

Grroooooowl.

The silver furred golden-eyed kitten growled as if it was telling the red-furred kitten to come back while telling Cale to get lost. The red-furred kitten seemed to not want to go back as it continued to look back at Cale as it walked away. However, Cale did not turn back.

Meow, meoooooooow.

The sad cries of the kittens were getting farther away. Cale took a peek backwards. Choi Han was limping, but keeping up with him.

They made eye contact once more. Cale flinched as he quickly turned his head back. He was walking slowly to make it easier for Choi Han to keep up.

They passed the residential area and Cale took another sip of the alcohol.

The bars. Market. Plaza. They then passed the residences of the wealthy and finally arrived at the Count’s estate located in the rear of the city.

“What are you doing?”

Cale looked toward Choi Han, who had stopped moving. Choi Han must have seen how the soldiers greeted Cale, as well as how the citizens avoided him, on their way here.

Choi Han was probably questioning whether it really would be easy to kill Cale.

Cale asked once more.

“Are you not going to come?”

As expected, Choi Han resumed walking. His reason for following Cale now was probably to get some information as well as to host the funeral for the villagers of Harris Village.

“Y, young master?”

As soon as Cale stood at the main entrance of the estate, the guards and knights stumbled over their words as they greeted him.

they would stop with that y, young

he was trying his best to act like one. It was easier to be a trash young master than a noble young master. He was trying to

“Please head on in.”

of them looked at Choi Han as well. They were probably curious about this beggar

“Follow me.”

as he approached Cale. Cale looked calm and turned back as soon as he saw that Choi Han was behind him and entered through

heart was

sure he’s thinking about taking me as a hostage if something dangerous happens. That is probably why he stood right

as hostage caused serious mental strain

‘Don’t follow me.’

Choi Han before one of the knights approached Choi Han and Cale with

their creed more than anything else. It was fitting of the knights

have to act like this to be

satisfied at the knight’s response to this beggar-like foreigner and left the knight alone to follow them. He just led Choi Han to the entrance of the Count’s

“Young master, you’re back.”

“…Yes, Ron.”

waiting for Cale outside the door. Cale didn’t expect him to really be

Han, and his

where he can estimate Choi

Ron. Cale didn’t care what kind of attacks they were sending each other through

“Follow me.”

and started to walk. The servant, Ron,

going on? I will take care of this

“No need.”

approached Cale

You returned

was the deputy butler

was responsible

tongue and ignored Hans’s statement. Instead, he lifted up the alcohol bottle and pointed toward Hans.

“Aaack!”

of his arms as he curled up. Silence filled the

“Tsk.”

clicked his tongue and Hans looked up with a face completely red from embarrassment

“Put this away.”

“Yes.”

received the alcohol bottle from Cale with a

throw it at you

pale at Cale’s words. Cale did not seem to care at all as he continued

every so often to make sure they were

the door open as

“Young master?”

was a thick smile on Cale’s face. The end

will meet. Cale’s heart was beating fast. The door easily opened. Cale’s expression stiffened at

Clang. Clang.

while sharpening his blade. He seemed to be enjoying himself while sharpening his blade all