Trash of the Count's Family

And not just three average beings. One was a dumb dragon, another was a crazy priestess who wants to be excommunicated, and the third was a punk from Marquis Stan’s family.

“Sigh.”

Cale could not help but sigh. He dropped his head before lifting it back up again. Once he did, he could see that it had become much quieter. Cale thought the silence was odd, and looked toward Hans.

Hans smiled awkwardly, before stealthily gesturing toward the driver, Tom, and Taylor, who was looking out of the carriage window.

Taylor had a bitter smile on his face as he started to speak.

“If it is inconvenient for your party, we will leave.”

The eldest son of the Marquis family, and the son who was pushed out of the family. After his legs became paralyzed, Taylor’s life turned 180 degrees overnight, from one of luxury and power, to one where his family gave him just the minimal amount of support needed to survive.

Those nobles, who knew that anyone other than the successor to the Marquis title in the Stan family would die immediately, started to avoid Taylor, finding him to be an annoyance. They even purposefully ignored him in front of Venion or the other siblings to try to curry their favor as well. The current Taylor’s situation was even worse than that of a bastard son of a baron’s family.

Taylor knew about Cale, the trash of the Henituse family. A luxurious golden turtle as their symbol, as well as being a handsome young man with red hair. There was no one other than Cale who fit that description. Even someone like Count Henituse, who did not join a faction, could find it uncomfortable to associate with someone like him. They were all like that after his body became paralyzed.

Taylor had remembered the reality of the situation after hearing Cale’s sigh. But at that moment.

“Why would you leave?”

Cale walked toward Taylor’s carriage with a stoic expression on his face.

“This isn’t my property. I wouldn’t do something so childish when we are both fellow travelers.”

Cale and Taylor made eye contact with each other. Cale then quickly peeked inside Taylor’s carriage.

‘She is there.’

The crazy priestess, Cage, was observing him from inside the carriage. Cale had read about how her curses were really scary. Some people even said her curses were at the level of a necromancer, the cursed profession.

Cale turned his gaze away from Cage and reached his hand out.

“I am Cale Henituse of the Henituse family.”

Taylor gazed at the hand reaching out to him from outside the carriage. He then looked back at Cale’s stoic expression.

Click.

Taylor opened the carriage door. Proper etiquette indicated that he should step out of the carriage to return the greeting.

“It is difficult for me to step out because of my legs.”

“I am aware.”

Taylor looked once more toward Cale, who did not seem to care about the proper etiquette, and shook his hand. It was just a short handshake.

“Nice to meet you, young master Cale.”

‘Not at all.’

Cale was not happy about this meeting at all. He quickly tried to turn around because he did not want to be introduced to Cage. Unfortunately, Taylor was an extremely respectful person.

“This is my companion, priestess Cage-nim. She is a follower of the God of Eternal Rest.”

Eternal rest. This was a term for death. Cale held back another sigh, and looked toward Cage. Cage gracefully greeted him like a proper priestess.

“Nice to meet you, young master Cale. My name is Cage. May the peace of the night always be with you.”

‘Peace of the night.’ That was the general greeting those who served the God of Death gave to the public.

‘Peace of the night my ass.’

Forget peace of the night, Cale felt like he wouldn't be able to even sleep properly tonight. He felt like he was drinking lemonade as he looked toward Cage, who was gently smiling.

‘She’s acting all nice and innocent, even though she finds that to be so annoying. That is the number one reason she wants to be excommunicated.’

She really was good at acting. Cale smiled at Cage, who still had a very stereotypical smile of a priestess on her face, and confidently replied.

“I do not believe in a god.”

Cage’s gaze became curious. Her gaze seemed to be asking what kind of crazy thing Cale was saying to a priestess, but Cale welcomed it. Cale just wanted her to keep thinking that he was a trash.

“You are an interesting person.”

“I guess I am a bit interesting.”

Cale just casually responded to her statement and looked around the carriage. It was extremely shabby for the eldest son of a Marquis. Just one knight, a subordinate, who also served as the driver, and the two of them, Cage and Taylor.

‘I’m sure he’s out of money as well.’

Taylor probably spent a lot of money putting magic tools around the Puzzle City residence.

Since he was not getting much help from the Marquis, he wouldn’t really have any emergency funds to use. Taylor was probably doing everything he could to reduce his expenses.

Taylor closed his eyes to hold back the shame while watching Cale look through his carriage. Cale did not put much meaning behind it, and started to think.

‘They are probably heading to the capital because of my message.’

It was obvious where they were heading. It was to the capital, to meet the crown prince.

“Hans.”

“Yes, young master.”

Cale vaguely gave an order to the approaching Hans.

“Help them out.”

“Yes, sir.”

separate meal for them and set up a

want to eat with them, or even share the

for me.

for them to come into contact with one another. Of course, he felt

will serve them like I

bring me

did he suddenly

and slightly bowed toward Taylor as he

be on my way,

for your benevolence,

“It was nothing.”

on his face. He then immediately headed back to his carriage without looking anywhere else. Of course, he gave an order to

have one knight. Vice Captain, you take care of

“Yes, young master.”

getting back on the carriage. It was regarding guard duty

Click.

loud click. This made everyone turn their gaze toward the closed door of the carriage with the golden turtle crest, before returning to do

greeted Cale inside the

seen those two

was there

who had been watching everything through the window, slowly approached Cale and sat down next to him before starting to talk to each other. They weren’t looking at Cale nor even talking to him, but it was clear that the question was toward

the witty

“Pretend not to know.”

“Like the dragon?”

“Yes.”

their understanding. Cale watched them nod, before crossing his arms and closing his

‘The Healing Star.’

to Cage and Taylor. The reason Cale came to know about this power was

single use power that can heal any injury or illness to the body’s original, healthy state. The crown prince was in possession of

Magic bombs across the capital and

only able to stop about half of it. That in itself was amazing, such that the kingdom considered him a hero, but Choi Han himself thought about the lives

that time, the secret organization installed bombs on some people during the

the genius mage Rosalyn, protected the people from the bombs and helped with

leg while taking a bomb off and throwing it away from himself, and this incident had made Choi Han extremely upset. Watching the old man’s hurt body, the crown prince thought about,

not use the power on the old man. Instead, he consoled Choi Han, who was feeling responsible for the old man’s

‘It is only normal.’

for wanting to use his power for himself? Of course, Choi Han or Rosalyn would

way, is little brother dragon

head at Hong’s

it is like this, I might as well use the dragon for

but if the dragon was going to follow him around the country like a little puppy, he might

magic bombs that Choi Han had found in the novel, but he was not sure about the location of the remaining 5 magic bombs that

Rosalyn’s genius-level mana detection abilities to find them one by

an existence that was worlds better than Rosalyn at detecting mana following

as well make it work

the work he was going to make the dragon do in the capital. The dragon, who had no idea about any of this, delivered a boar to the campsite early in

to be completed at the capital, went

carriage last night. He was doing his best to not interact with Taylor and crew. That was

What is

and greeted Cale. Hans, as well as the rest of the Cale’s group, were

had no idea what Ron thought about it, since Cale and Choi Han both had said that it was fine, they just went along with it. Beacrox

did

toward Taylor and

think young master Taylor has gotten

“Wrong idea?”

as well as Taylor on the wheelchair, and Cage pushing Taylor’s wheelchair behind him. He approached the dead

“What is going on?”

larger than a

dragon must have found it annoying to draw the

Cale.

utter

his face as

my movements have

the priestess Cage mumbling behind Taylor. She was

left in secret, so how is it possible? There is someone who can avoid my detection?

someone at your level detect

was done figuring out

easily and drop it off at their campsite without being detected by the priestess Cage or anyone else. That strength and stealthiness was something only an expert would have. Next to

very large knife. Cale

master Cale. This

“Beacrox.”

out to

Stan’s second son, Venion, was probably extremely busy right now. Why would someone like that pay attention to the

“Yes, young master?”

standing there with his kitchen knife prepared, responded with excitement on

be eating steak

like we will

at Cale with a blank expression,

“… Once again?”

nodded his

party who delivers

“…Who is it?”

Cale snorted before responding.

shy so you will

the campsite moving up and down and

see. It seems

fault. Beacrox is an excellent cook,