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.

on the plaque at the

Henituse territory displayed the works of new sculptors. That statement that was written on the plaque in the Gallery was something

will reduce the number of people going with you, but, in return, the carriage and everything in it shall be of

Please give me the most expensive

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

“Only the best.”

at his plate, but there was a slight smile on Violan’s face, before it disappeared. Count Deruth, who had been watching this from the start, let out a fake

the personalities of all the

used his own network, as well as the information guild to purchase information on the other nobles, and had handed it to

was

had about three or

some who are desperate for

also some stupidly nice people, villains,

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

“Yes, father.”

a strange

shoulders flinched just ever

changed. It is now a white three with beautiful

location where only

it an

is. What an

had no intentions of revealing his Ancient Power right now, so he simply pretended to have

slums. However, he would not have any knowledge

that big of a deal. However, you need to pay attention to rumors no matter what you do. There is

will keep

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

received goodbyes from the Count and Countess, who couldn’t watch him

“What?”

at Cale’s question. His younger sister, Lily, slowly approached him. 7 years old. This youngest sibling of

have

You be

nodded her

“Yes!”

just casually

you a present while

“Really?”

I thought. She wanted

amazed, and

would you

“A sword.”

“…What?”

me a

7 year old wants

Cale’s face, Basen

these days

“Is that so?”

arms, long legs, and a good physique. Lily was only 7 years old, but she was tall for her age

guess it would

started to

buy you an

her head in embarrassment instead of responding. Cale did not see this, as he looked toward his

“You want something too?”

“A fountain pen.”

“Got it.”

breakfast came to an end once he

***

he stood in front of the carriage that would take

‘How odd.’

expression as he

their seat is better

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

on this trip? They are so small

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

because he has not seen them create fog and fill it with

Hong to a empty corner of the

‘What can you do?’

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 Hong could spread

are quite

Hong proudly answered back

run away because of our

‘We are quite useful!’

eat delicious food all day long. Naturally, Hans was happy to provide

be sitting with the

“Okay.”

jumped up next to the driver, and Cale was about to board as well, when Choi

“Cale-nim.”

to call Cale young master, instead choosing to

“What?”

me to not be in the same carriage protecting

like he

“…Is there…”