Trash of the Count's Family

Chapter 7

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.

stop

he possessed the body of a trash, he was trying his best to act like one. It was easier to be a trash young master than a noble young master.

“Please head on in.”

The rest of them looked at Choi Han as well. They were probably curious about

“Follow me.”

Cale. Cale looked calm and turned back as

his heart

taking me as a hostage if something dangerous happens. That is probably why

was sure that Choi Han would not kill him. However, just thinking about being taken as hostage caused serious mental strain

‘Don’t follow me.’

Han before

anything else. It was fitting

act like this to

knight alone to follow them. He just led Choi Han to the entrance

“Young master, you’re back.”

“…Yes, Ron.”

door. Cale didn’t expect him to really be waiting. Cale was scared, but thought that it was actually for

gaze turned toward Choi Han, and his

where he can estimate Choi Han’s

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

“Follow me.”

out to Choi Han once more and

going on? I will take care of this guest if you tell me

“No need.”

approached Cale as Ron was

You returned after drinking

was the deputy

he was responsible

and ignored Hans’s statement. Instead, he lifted up

“Aaack!”

arms as he curled up. Silence filled the

“Tsk.”

up with a face completely

“Put this away.”

“Yes.”

the alcohol bottle from Cale with a blank expression on his

throw it at you

seem to care at all as he continued to walk. With the inclusion of Hans, there were

often to make sure they were following him properly and arrived at

open as soon as he

“Young master?”

Hans’s confused voice behind him. However, there was

fast. The door easily opened.

Clang. Clang.

sharpening his blade. He seemed to be enjoying himself while sharpening his blade all alone in kitchen #2.

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