Trash of the Count's Family

Chapter 193: Destroying it! (2)

Cale opened his eyes.

He could see the teleportation magic circle under his feet.

Swooooooosh-

He could also hear the sound of the cold wind.

The Gorge of Death was extremely windy.

However, Cale ignored the noise of the wind and looked toward the person who was here to greet him.

“It has been a long time, your highness.”

Rosalyn’s youngest sibling and the Breck Kingdom's fourth prince, Pen, awkwardly started to speak after seeing Cale's respectful greeting.

“Ahem, hem. Yes, long time no see.”

His gaze headed toward Cale's chest.

It was a cookie. Cale was holding a cookie.

That made Pen recall the drenching he received when he went to the Henituse territory to see his sister Rosalyn in the past. During that incident, he had heard the crunching sound of Cale eating a cookie as if it was background music.

‘Youngest brother, do it properly. Otherwise, you will lose your life on the battlefield.’

Pen recalled Rosalyn's, ‘advice,’ and started to shiver. It made him feel very cold. He awkwardly smiled back at Cale, who was gently smiling at him.

Raon started to speak in Cale’s mind at that moment.

It's a fiery thunderbolt instead of water for that crybaby if he whines again. I am practicing the fiery thunderbolt right now.

Cale naturally ignored Raon as he looked around prince Pen.

There were five or six tents behind fourth prince Pen.

Swooooooosh-

The sound of the wind could be heard again.

It was blowing toward them from the Gorge of Death.

This gorge was known to have never-ending wind.

The strong winds made by nature made the sides of the deep and tall valley into a resting place of death.

February. The winter winds were strong and even carried over the snow tonight, making it hard to see. Cale heard another voice as he looked around at the white snow fluttering through the darkness.

“Are you Cale Henituse from the Henituse territory?”

Cale’s gaze headed to the person next to Prince Pen.

This was the Breck Kingdom’s Royal Mage’s number one disciple. The name of this person whom people considered to be the future Royal Mage was Count Ecross.

…Human, why is that stupid looking guy checking you out?

‘Right?’

Cale gently responded in a noble-like manner to Count Ecross, who was looking at him.

“That is correct. I am Cale Henituse, Count Ecross-nim.”

“Ahem, you know of me. But you did not greet me first.”

“I apologize. I was amazed as this is my first time visiting the Gorge of Death.”

Prince Pen felt odd.

‘Why is that person acting like this?’

Cale Henituse was acting respectfully for some reason. Pen looked toward Count Ecross and gave him a signal with his eyes.

‘Count, stop it!’

Unfortunately, Ecross could not read Pen's signal. He looked toward Cale judgmentally.

A twenty-year-old. He did not like that the Roan Kingdom sent a twenty-year-old punk as their representative. He also did not like how he was pretending to be a hero with ancient powers that only required luck to acquire instead of something like magic, which required effort in order to develop.

‘A typical punk who relies on his connections to make himself look good.’

The thing the Count did not like the most was that this talentless son of a noble had such a strong personal network. Although he didn't know the details, he had heard that this punk was close to former princess Rosalyn, crown prince Alberu Crossman, and even Commander Toonka.

He clicked his tongue at Cale, who remained respectful to him even though he was making it obvious that he was looking down at him. He totally saw Cale as the type that was fluent in sucking up.

He introduced the people around him on purpose.

“Young master, these are the mages from our side. Over there is a baron-nim, and there is a viscount-nim.”

He made sure to emphasize the word, ‘mages,’ on purpose.

The Roan Kingdom was known to be terrible at magic.

However, they suddenly brought the Whipper Kingdom’s mages and former princess Rosalyn to the Breck Kingdom and started to teach the Breck Kingdom's mages.

‘Although my teacher was happy about it.’

His teacher, the Royal Mage, was happy about it, saying that it was a great opportunity.

Count Ecross did not deny that it was an opportunity.

‘However, we cannot let go of this power.’

They had to take the initiative. He took a look around Cale.

‘He didn't bring that many people with him.’

There was just a man who seemed to be a knight and a feeble boy next to Cale.

‘Things within the Breck Kingdom should be done by us.’

Former princess Rosalyn had told Prince Pen and him to take good care of Cale, however, he was different than Prince Pen. He had no reason to listen to Rosalyn, who was no longer a princess and lived in the Roan Kingdom.

‘Prince Pen becomes weird whenever former princess Rosalyn is involved, so I need to step up.’

Otherwise, there was no reason for him to come to the Gorge of Death in order to clean up after this punk who did not even have his own title.

Count Ecross looked toward Cale and started to speak.

“Ahem, I heard from the Roan Kingdom about your plan. You’re thinking about installing magic bombs in the Gorge of Death?”

The baron and viscount that were introduced earlier stood behind Ecross and observed Cale. It seemed as if they were trying to pressure Cale.

‘…This is why my sister should return.’

Pen started to frown after seeing their actions.

Count Ecross had become the number one disciple of the Royal Mage because he was lucky enough to be talented in magic.

would ignore him, even if he was a prince with no chance of succeeding the throne. At the same time, he was amazed

Ecross will not listen to

what should

be. He is someone who at

young

at that question. She laughed for a bit before finally

don't need to worry about that person. The

Those words had remained on his mind. Pen's gaze headed toward the feeble boy. The other person had been introduced

flinched and turned away when they made

‘Is he the mage?’

brushed aside his question as he looked back

up his arms and

to install the magic bombs? We know more about

Count Ecross was serious.

the Breck Kingdom. Even if he was not trying to take control, it made sense for

feel bad treating someone who

but

his arms open as

was at

Are there more people

could hear the voice of the mage responsible

Ooooooooong-

once more. The Count looked

few more people

before stepping away from the teleportation magic circle. The Count stepped back in confusion and looked toward

the

Paaaat.

huge

black robes, but each of them seemed as

“Mm.”

but groan

at

Shhhhh.

person in front took off his hood. An old man’s voice echoed

is Gashan, the Tiger tribe’s

Shhhhh.

took off their hoods as

feline vertical pupils started to

the Tiger tribe before. However, he knew that they were known as one of

“Count-nim.”

flinched and turned

He could see Cale.

to your mages.

areas of

the wildest. It was

The Count’s expression changed.

just going to be installing magic bombs around the edge of the

going to go underneath the

The line of death.

had

went maybe tens to one hundred meters below the edge

where

the location you could see the rough

avoid that area if

was planning on going

sir. We are going down

filled the area. The Count finally took the

grim

looked calm. That

of the deep areas of the gorge was stuck on the

was at

leave

to respond. He then continued to

out the best way for you to go down there.

was the

push off the magic bombs to

install the Dragon's Rage deep in

know about that precious pillar

it’s not like I'm going to be

sit

opened his

we will

“Huh? Head off?”

looked toward

around and headed toward the gorge. The Count started

dangerous at night. You should

you want the Northern Alliance

The Count shut up.

The Wyvern Knights Brigade.

had heard about

the essence. Those wyverns were

of the twenty-year-old young boy who was looking back at him. Cale turned

it

the Tigers who were

it dangerous at

Gashan started to laugh.

“We prefer the night.”

They had also only brought the best of their warriors,

mages of the Breck Kingdom rushed

front of the first cliff and passed a magic bag over to

magic bombs and

seeing Cale still remaining respectful. He received the magic bag and responded

it

see Cale's confident

immediately gave

“Let’s go.”

was the moment Cale

Plop. Plop.

all fell to the

Warriors revealed themselves in

“Ah.”

stepped back. The pressure was considerably higher compared to

of these Tigers had ruled over a mountain in the

their bodies that were shining black

these huge warriors

Cale started to speak.

“Jump down.”

Grrrrr-

only White Tiger,

then immediately

That was the beginning.

Ten Tiger Warriors all charged toward

attention. The

Boom! Boom! Boom!

started

Warriors were punching or kicking at the

Grrrrr.