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.

I wish they would stop with

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

“Please head on in.”

well. They were probably curious about this beggar that followed their young master back. The knights observed

“Follow me.”

continued to limp as he approached Cale. Cale looked calm and turned back as soon as he saw that Choi Han was

his heart was going

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

would not kill him. However, just thinking about being taken as hostage caused serious mental strain that Cale frowned as he looked at the two

‘Don’t follow me.’

between Cale and Choi Han before one of the knights approached Choi Han and Cale with a stiff expression

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

to act

the knight’s response to this beggar-like foreigner and left the knight alone

“Young master, you’re back.”

“…Yes, Ron.”

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

Han,

where he can estimate Choi

Han also stared back at Ron. Cale didn’t care what kind of attacks they were sending each other through their eyes and did what he needed to do. He was

“Follow me.”

more and started to walk.

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

“No need.”

else approached Cale as Ron was

master. You returned after

the deputy butler

was

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

“Aaack!”

his arms as he curled

“Tsk.”

with a face completely red from embarrassment as he

“Put this away.”

“Yes.”

alcohol bottle from Cale with a blank expression on

will actually throw it at you

care at all as he continued to walk. With

often to make sure they were following him properly and arrived

pushed the door open as soon

“Young master?”

However, there was a thick

Cale’s heart was beating fast. The door easily

Clang. Clang.

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