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.

would stop with that

stumbling over their words every time. Since 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. He was trying to make his life as easy as possible. Cale frowned at the guards’ stumbling of

“Please head on in.”

The rest of them looked at Choi Han as well. They were probably curious about this beggar that followed their young master back. The

“Follow me.”

Cale’s status by now. He continued to limp as he approached Cale. Cale looked calm and turned back

heart was

hostage if something dangerous happens. That is probably why he

just thinking about being taken as hostage caused serious mental strain that Cale frowned as he looked

‘Don’t follow me.’

flinched at Cale’s clear order. They looked back and forth between Cale and Choi Han

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

guess they have to act like this to be good

knight alone to

“Young master, you’re back.”

“…Yes, Ron.”

old man. He had been waiting for Cale outside the door. Cale didn’t expect him to really be waiting. Cale was

turned toward Choi Han, and his benign smile suddenly

a level where he can estimate

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

“Follow me.”

Choi Han once more and started to walk. The

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

“No need.”

approached Cale as Ron

You returned after drinking

the

was responsible

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

“Aaack!”

his face with both of his arms as he curled up.

“Tsk.”

up with a face completely red from embarrassment as

“Put this away.”

“Yes.”

the alcohol bottle from Cale with a blank expression

actually throw it at you

Cale’s words. Cale did not seem to care at all as he continued to walk. With the inclusion of Hans, there were

so often to make sure they were following

the door open as soon

“Young master?”

was a thick smile on Cale’s

door easily opened. Cale’s expression stiffened at the scene in front of him inside

Clang. Clang.

while sharpening his blade all alone in kitchen #2. However,