Trash of the Count's Family

Chapter 25

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

the wheelchair, so, although

strange powers surrounding

using divine powers allowed Cage to be pretty sensitive and perceptive toward her surroundings. She would be able to feel if

waiting for

at the night sky,

“Destroy it.”

immediately punched the rock tower

Tang. Tang. Tang.

on top of the fence all fell down. Taylor just

if I

to live peacefully. He was going to find a way to get his legs fixed and continue to push forward.

this damned family

him the envelope. Taylor immediately opened the envelope and found that letter was written using magic to prevent people

first two lines of the letter, that were

of an ancient power. It is called the ‘Star of Healing,’ and is

is looking to trade it for a method to hold the second prince

hands started to

“What is going on?”

up after seeing Taylor’s expression and his shaking hands. However, she soon

“Ha!”

started to laugh. He then

a

hell are

power and the crown Prince, but

might not move, but your head, arms, eyes, and mouth can.

decision is yours to make, Taylor Stan, eldest son of Marquis

the corner of the

“Cage.”

“Yeah?”

the butler,

“Okay.”

was someone who had experienced death many more times than anybody else because

take care of everything.

trusting Taylor’s mind

used to

gazed toward Taylor after hearing

how

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

months following a lead he didn’t even know was real or not. Rather than

of Death did not lie. Taylor was in need of a turning

to match the timing

“Alright. Let’s hurry.”

okay? We will run into a lot of the people from the temple if we

do? Excommunicate me? That’d be

“Thank you.”

“No need.”

at each other and spoke at the same time, as Cage lifted up

“Benefactor.”

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

traces of drinking just a few moments ago, quietly looked at the letter. It was the gaze of people who had found their

of this from the roof of another house whispered to

go home now,

did our job.

“Woohoo!”

jumped from roof to roof as they returned to the

on his face. His gaze was looking up and down at the person in front

even more

master! Even if I, Hans, was not there, how could

Vice Captain should have

master. This Ron is

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 red hair. Cale was definitely not

another reason Cale was

going to go like

was standing there with his arms crossed and looking at Choi Han. Choi Han had a small bag

“Yes.”

no special feast or farewell party for the leaving Choi

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