Trash of the Count's Family

Late at night in a small two story house in the outskirts of Puzzle City. The only light in the area was the light on the first floor of this small house, shining out through the windows. Marquis Stan’s eldest son, Taylor, the owner of the house, started to frown.

“What is going on?”

“Damn it. Ugh. Hold on. Don’t talk to me right now.”

Cage, the priestess of the God of Death, was clenching her head in pain.

Clang.

The beer cup in her hand fell to the ground. Taylor and three of his people approached her quickly.

“What? Is the lord saying something to you again?”

Taylor looked toward her with concern. The God of Death spoke to Cage from time to time. This had suddenly happened one day and would sporadically appear like this. Cage had hidden this fact from the church, and only Taylor and his three subordinates knew about it.

“Ah, so annoying!”

After struggling for a while, Cage jumped up and headed to the back door of the house. She was moving pretty quickly. She was still clenching her head and staggering a bit, but her gaze remained focused on the back door.

Taylor told his subordinates to stay back as he pushed his wheelchair and followed behind her.

‘Did someone break in?’

They may be in a small house, but there were magic alarms set up everywhere. Taylor was too paranoid about his younger brother to sleep without these alarms.

After having both of his knees destroyed by a hitman in his own room at the Marquis’s estate, there was nowhere that Taylor considered to be safe anymore.

“Cage. What is going on?”

“Hold on.”

Slam!

Cage slammed the back door open. Taylor could only see a peaceful backyard. It was calm and tranquil, as always. There were a couple of lamps lighting the garden up, making it the most lit area in the property.

Cage started to rush into the backyard and Taylor followed behind her. Cage walked all the way to the fence at the boundary of the property and let out a gasp.

“Ha!”

This was the location right outside of the range of the alarm. On top of that fence was a small rock tower made of five small rocks.

It was just large enough for the single knight staying at this house to find when he went on his patrol later.

“… Crazy shit. It was real.”

Some rough words came out of Cage’s mouth. Taylor arrived next to Cage in his wheelchair and started to look at the rock tower on top of the fence with confusion.

“What is this?”

At Taylor’s question, Cage read the message that was written in chalk next to it.

“‘Break this if you want your wish to be granted.’ That’s what it says.”

Confusion and curiosity both filled Taylor’s face simultaneously. Cage let out a sigh after looking at him and pressed her temples with her finger.

“I vote that you break it. No, it sounds crazy, but the lord says to break it.”

“…What?”

“This is the first time the lord has not said some bullshit. Why is he talking so much these days? He usually speaks to me maybe once a year.”

“What does this rock tower have to do with it?”

Cage turned to make eye contact with Taylor.

“The turning point of our lives. That is what he said.”

The God of Death only came to Cage when she was sleeping. Sleep was similar to death. That was why sleep was a path of sorts for the God of Death. However, this time, she had heard her lord while she was drinking.

Cage thought that the God of Death was angry at her for drinking too much beer. That was why she had welcomed it. She wanted this god to stop paying attention to her. However, the God of Death had a different message for her.

“‘The decision is yours to make. However, don’t break it if you want to live a peaceful life.’ That’s what he said.”

She looked toward the rock tower. There was something underneath.

a letter underneath the rock tower. I think they piled this rock tower

He had to look up from the wheelchair, so, although he could see the rock tower, he could not see the

strange powers

perceptive toward her surroundings. She would be able to feel if there were any curses or negative energy surrounding an item or a place. She was, after

waiting

the night sky, before slowly

“Destroy it.”

the rock tower in front

Tang. Tang. Tang.

the fence all fell down.

if I

lived peacefully. He also had no desire to live peacefully. He was going to find a way to get his legs fixed and continue to push

will overturn this damned family of

envelope. Taylor immediately opened the envelope and found that letter was written using magic

any hesitation. The first two lines of the letter, that were visible through the

‘Star of Healing,’ and is useless

to trade it for a method to

started

“What is going on?”

seeing Taylor’s expression and his shaking

“Ha!”

because Taylor started to laugh. He then handed her the

be a

hell are you

letter from Taylor and started to read. She stopped for a moment after reading about the ancient power and the crown Prince, but then continued to read the rest. She then jerked

but your head, arms, eyes, and mouth can. The rest

make, Taylor

the corner of the

“Cage.”

“Yeah?”

this place to the butler, and head to

“Okay.”

decided to go along with the decision of the still alive Taylor. She was someone who had experienced death many more times than anybody else because she was a priestess of the God of Death, thus causing her to

the intelligent Taylor will take care of everything. You’re pretty

was trusting Taylor’s mind and

used to be pretty

to be.’ Cage gazed toward Taylor after

should have known how to

Taylor injured his legs because he did not take good care of himself by letting himself get caught

had been frustrated enough being here for the last few months following a lead he didn’t even know was real or not. Rather than just continuing this futile effort, it might be

least the God of Death did not lie. Taylor was in need of a turning point. He started

it is the Crown Prince, we need to match the timing for the royal event. We

“Alright. Let’s hurry.”

We will run into a lot of the

do? Excommunicate me? That’d be great. I’m

“Thank you.”

“No need.”

the same time, as

“Benefactor.”

sure if this person was their benefactor or not, but they both had a feeling that the writer of this letter was their benefactor. That meant that, eventually, they would need to find this benefactor and

a few moments ago,

was watching all of this from the roof of another

go

job.

“Woohoo!”

kittens jumped from roof to roof as they returned

Cale was standing with his arms crossed and a frown on his face. His gaze was looking up and down at the person in front

even more flashy and luxurious

Even if I, Hans, was not there,

should have escorted

master. This Ron is

had dressed up because he was annoyed at the gazes he got after coming back looking like a mess from crawling through the cave. The fancy outfit he was wearing looked quite good with his bright

reason Cale

to

in front of the inn. Cale was standing there with his arms crossed and looking at Choi Han. Choi Han had a

“Yes.”

was no special feast or farewell party for the leaving Choi Han. Neither Cale nor Choi Han