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.

read that on the

works of new sculptors. That statement that was written on the plaque in the Gallery was something that Violan had personally

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

me. Please give

that won’t even hurt your

“Only the best.”

Violan’s face, before it disappeared. Count Deruth, who

information from Hans regarding the personalities of all the nobles who will be

well as the information guild to purchase information on the other nobles, and had handed it to Hans to give

It was

fortune. Although it only had about three or four lines about each person, it

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

also some stupidly nice people, villains, and trash as

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

“Yes, father.”

a strange

just

black tree, has changed. It is now a white three with beautiful blue leaves.

of the hill in the slums. It was a location where only

it an interesting

is. What an

his Ancient Power right now, so he simply pretended to have no knowledge of

However, he would not have any knowledge of the Ancient Power. He would just suspect that something happened with Cale and the

matter what you do. There is nothing scarier than human eyes and mouths. However, anything that happens inside

will keep that in

like he really could live a peaceful life, as long as he remained in their territory. How great would it be

end. He received goodbyes from the Count and Countess,

“What?”

His younger sister, Lily, slowly approached him. 7 years old. This youngest sibling of his

have

be safe here

vigorously nodded

“Yes!”

just casually asked in response to

you a present while on my

“Really?”

I thought. She wanted a

amazed, and

What would

“A sword.”

“…What?”

me a

year old

shock on Cale’s face, Basen

Lily’s dream these days

“Is that so?”

good physique. Lily was only 7 years old, but she was tall for her age and could easily become a good

it would suit

started to

buy you an

in embarrassment instead of responding. Cale did not

“You want something too?”

“A fountain pen.”

“Got it.”

breakfast came to an end once he got

***

front of the carriage

‘How odd.’

an odd expression as he asked the

their seat

cushion next to him, as well as the two kittens sitting

comfortably on this trip? They are so small

the cats in the carriage as well. Cale and Ron both had

he has not seen them create fog and fill

called On and Hong to a empty corner of the garden three days

‘What can you do?’

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

two are

Hong proudly answered

to run away because

‘We are quite useful!’

Hong were able to eat delicious

sitting with

“Okay.”

Cale was

“Cale-nim.”

Han said that he did not want to call Cale young master, instead choosing to call

“What?”

it okay for me to not be in the same carriage

turned like he had

“…Is there…”