Trash of the Count's Family

“It doesn’t look like you are nervous.”

Cale smiled instead of responding to his father’s statement. Cale’s complexion had gotten much better in the last few days. It had no choice but to get better.

‘Since I didn’t get beaten to a pulp.’

It was raining in the Henituse territory until yesterday. If the story went as it did in the novel, Cale would have been beaten to a pulp on a rainy day. Of course, Cale was not beaten up yesterday.

He could also sleep well now. This was because he could feel the Indestructible Shield always surrounding his heart. Knowing that he could manage to survive, even if he did something wrong to someone like Ron or Beacrox, made it easier for him to sleep at night.

“Father.”

Cale looked at the breakfast spread that was fancier than ever before, as he asked.

“It looks like the number of people in the envoy has grown again. I asked you to reduce the number.”

He had asked his father to decrease the number of servants accompanying him to help with his needs. He said that Hans and Ron were enough. Of course, Hans turned pale at first, however, he started to pack right away after hearing that the kittens will be traveling with them as well.

“Ah, about that...”

For some reason, Deruth stopped his sentence without finishing. At that moment, someone else’s voice interjected itself into their conversation.

“That was my decision.”

It was the Count’s wife, Violan.

Her hair was perfectly formed in a bun, without a single stray hair, as she was looking down at her plate. She looked so similar to her son, Basen. Even the way they both did not make eye contact with Cale and had a stoic expression was the same.

“We can’t have someone from our family looking poor and terrible just because you want to go with such a small envoy.”

It was an extremely stoic voice. Violan then lifted up her gaze to look in Cale’s direction before continuing on.

“… I am not saying you are terrible.”

“Even I know that much.”

Violan hesitated for a moment after hearing Cale’s response, before taking another bite of her food and continuing to speak.

“People, especially nobles, care a lot about appearances.”

The Countess Violan. Cale quietly watched her.

She was born as the eldest daughter of a poor artist’s family, and had dreamt about being the head of a merchant guild when she grew up. She was influenced by the luxury items being sold to the nobles and came to the Henituse territory. Once she got here, she fell in love with the art of sculpting.

Eventually, she met Count Deruth and fell in love, living as the director for the territory’s cultural business operations.

In Cale, no, Kim Rok Soo’s opinion, she had a lot of pride for herself and her life, which was why she had a lot of pride for this family as well.

Even though she knew that Cale was silently observing her, she continued on without a single change in her expression.

“Art is not for those human tras- mm.” (cut off without the h on purpose)

She was a bit of a coarse speaker because she worked in the merchant world for a while.

“Anyways, there are a lot of people who think that appearances reveal everything about a person.”

That was her way of telling Cale to take a lot of servants with him. Her goal was for Cale to not be judged negatively just because he only took a few servants with him.

Naturally, Cale wanted to take a lot of people to do his biddings for him as well.

‘How nice and relaxing would it be?’

He was finding it difficult to get changed without a servant now. Kim Rok Soo had been in this world as Cale for only about a week, but he already could not let go of that easy life.

However, a few days into Cale’s future was a crazy Black Dragon.

If he cannot release this crazy dragon in advance, it might go wild and kill a lot of people. Although Cale didn’t care about what happened to other people, he still did not want to see people dying in front of his eyes.

Furthermore, he also didn’t want to take responsibility for those people who will be injured because of the dragon.

Responsibility was a heavy burden, and for someone like Kim Rok Soo, who had taken responsibility for his own life since he was a young boy, he knew that responsibility related to people and people’s lives was the scariest and heaviest burden.

That was why he started to speak.

“Art is the mirror of the soul.”

Violan lifted her gaze off of her plate and looked toward Cale. This was the first time in a long while that the two of them had made eye contact with each other.

“…You do know about that.”

“Yes. I do know.”

Cale had roamed around the entire territory the last four days to prepare the things he needed on this trip. He just recited one of the things he saw on one of those trips.

“Sculpting is not just cutting into a chunk of marble. It is creating a reflection of what is in your heart.”

This time, it was Cale who looked at his plate and continued to eat while Violan was watching him.

the plaque at

That statement that was written on the plaque in the Gallery was

going with you, but, in return, the carriage and everything in it shall

Please give me

have a carriage that won’t even hurt your butt as you travel

“Only the best.”

smile on Violan’s face, before it disappeared. Count Deruth, who had been watching this from the start, let out a fake cough to cover

regarding the personalities of all the nobles who will be going to

to purchase information on the

It was pretty

In fact, it probably cost a fortune. Although it only had about three or four lines about each

petty ones, some stupid ones, some smart and scary ones, even some who are desperate for power. Looks

stupidly nice people,

I sent you. Ahem. Anyways, do as you please. But

“Yes, father.”

a

just ever so

It is now a white three with beautiful blue leaves. There are even grass growing in that spot

the hill in the slums. It was a location where only the black tree had resided, however, that tree turned white with blue leaves after Cale

an interesting

is. What

had no intentions of revealing his Ancient Power right now,

went to the slums. However, he would not have any knowledge of the Ancient Power. He would just suspect that something happened

do. There is nothing scarier than human eyes and

will keep

long as he remained in their territory. How great would it be to quickly come back from the capital and live the life

He received goodbyes from the Count and Countess, who couldn’t watch him leave because they had work to do, and then made eye contact

“What?”

Cale’s question. His younger sister, Lily, slowly approached

have a safe

You be safe here

nodded

“Yes!”

then quietly looked at Cale. Cale just casually

buy you a present while on

“Really?”

She wanted a

watched the surprised, amazed, and happy expression all taking

would you

“A sword.”

“…What?”

me a

old

shock on Cale’s face,

these days is to become

“Is that so?”

of this household all had long arms, long legs, and a good physique. Lily was only 7 years old, but she was tall for her age and could easily

guess it

eyes started

buy you an

to smile as she lowered her head in embarrassment instead of responding. Cale did not see this, as he looked toward his 15 year old

“You want something too?”

“A fountain pen.”

“Got it.”

breakfast came to an end once he got the list

***

in front of the carriage

‘How odd.’

an odd expression as he asked the person standing next to

their seat is better than my

was looking at the expensive and soft cushion next to him, as

comfortably on this

treats he prepared for the cats in the carriage as

not seen them create fog and

and Hong to a empty corner of

‘What can you do?’

On created fog while in her cat form, while Hong used a bit of his blood to spread poison into the air. Of course, On was able to control the poisonous fog to prevent Cale from dying. Furthermore, the poison

two are

proudly answered back after

away because of our

‘We are quite useful!’

day, On and Hong were able to eat delicious food all day long. Naturally, Hans was happy to provide

will be sitting with the

“Okay.”

the driver, and Cale was about to board as

“Cale-nim.”

that he did not want to call

“What?”

me to not be in

like he had eaten some bitter

“…Is there…”