Trash of the Count's Family

Teaser: Caged Bears

Cale made eye contact with the individual who had been looking down at the ground.

“Can you do it?”

Kanelle, the chief of the Flame Dwarf tribe. The Dwarf who had been kneeling could see the smiling commander.

Peek.

The other Dwarves were staring at the blank wall where the Imperial Prince's face had been.

‘Although I know that the Imperial Prince is working together with Arm…’

That was why he had been scared of Imperial Prince Adin who had been working with Arm and the Indomitable Alliance, however, this was no longer the case.

Dwarf Kanelle returned his gaze back to its original spot and slowly lowered his head.

Boom!

His forehead hit the cold stone floor. The chief confidently answered back.

“We will definitely get it done.”

They could do it. They will do it.

He could not give such bland responses if he wanted to live. He needed to say something that put more certainty than that.

Cale started to frown while looking at the desperate Dwarf chief before his face quickly returned to normal.

‘Why is he overreacting like this?’

He could have simply said, ‘yes,’ so why was he banging his forehead against the ground in desperation like this?

Cale felt that something was off, but decided it must be the Dwarf chief’s personal style and just put his hand on the chief's shoulder.

Pat.

Chief Kanelle got goosebumps at how cold the hand that was placed on his shoulder felt. An indifferent voice reached his ear before those goosebumps could go away.

“I feel your desire to live. Work hard.”

The Dwarf bit down on his lips.

‘As expected, is will alone not enough?’

Firebird.

Although he didn’t know exactly what the commander was asking for, he felt as if they needed to make that in order to survive.

‘I need to save my tribe, even if we end up being slaves again.’

The commander's voice could be heard again at that moment.

"Although you were our enemies, the wings made by the Flame Dwarf tribe were amazing.”

‘Amazing? The wings that we made?’

The chief flinched and slowly raised his head. He made eye contact with Cale.

“We will dominate the sky on the battlefield.”

Everyone else was silent in the area. Cale's voice started to settle within the Flame Dwarves.

“I look forward to the Flame Dwarf tribe making properly made wings with your hands this time.”

The chief felt the hand leaving his shoulder along with that statement.

The commander did not tell the Flame Dwarf tribe to become slaves nor talk about anything related to the future.

All he did was ask if they wanted to live as well as what they needed to make from here on.

Was that the reason? These two problems filled chief Kanelle’s mind as if he was branded with a branding iron. The chief did not need to look around at the other Dwarves in order to know what was going through their minds. That was why he looked at the back of the commander who was walking away and asked.

“Do we just need to make them?”

That was something that the Flame Dwarves had done their whole lives.

They had done it while being oppressed by the Dragon half-blood and Arm and ignored by the other Dwarf tribes.

Did they just need to do that to survive?

The Dwarves were all staring at the commander’s back. The commander responded back as he continued to walk toward the door.

"Dwarves are better than other races at making things.”

The commander didn't promise anything like, ‘I'll let you live if you make it.’ However, chief Kanelle clenched his fists at Cale’s next comment.

“I wish to see the strength of experts.”

Experts.

Someone who had reached the top of a single specialty.

Someone who knew how to devote their lives to a single cause.

Those were the type of people who were called experts.

‘…Not slaves, but experts.’

got up

Screeeech-

the

followed behind him. The soldiers, knights, and mages who had been standing outside walked back in once they left

Screeech- Bang!

at the disappearing Cale's back until the

the other hand, Cale didn’t have time to

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

to be asking how he could do something big like that without saying anything to them

after seeing her expression before taking a document out of

I just put into words what I had in mind, so I leave this task to the two

‘Hooo.’

gasp

to prepare something like this

respond back. Rosalyn took that as something must

must be on my way now. I have a lot of things to do. I have things to finish with Miss Witira as

slowly moved next to Rosalyn and

I will be busy trying to create

waived at them as he did not need them anymore and quickly

of the prison, Cale headed in the opposite direction, going deeper into

was heading toward the location of the

was the underground

corridor with

iron bars were clearly

other side of the cell. The large floor of the underground prison

Grrrrr, grr-

that resembled the cries

a twisted smile after looking toward the individuals who were glaring at him in the darkness as

those gazes could not hold Cale

at the end of

at the far end of the

as soon as he approached the

Bang!

kicked at the iron bars. Although this looked like the actions of a thug,

were waiting

“…What is it?”

the wall at this last cell could be

see the Bear leader staring at

Breck Kingdom and the Roan Kingdom did not torture their prisoners. However, they had chained the enemy leader like this so that it would

they say that he

the Gorge of Death was a mid-level administrator. Cale recalled what

had shared the information she had heard from

northern kingdoms have not seen the king,

Grrrrr, grr.

sighed at the growls he heard

imprisoned Bears that were making these

to threaten Cale and let him know

Yes, crying.

That was why he started to speak to

shrewd bastards would look like warriors because they pretended

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

was the way other Beast people

looked at the administrator before addressing all of

and he kneeled in

administrator’s pupils

That was the name of the Flame Dwarf tribe chief that the Bears had looked down upon. That chief had supposedly kneeled

begging for his

for the

around the Bears changed. They

Flame Dwarves earned a

earned a chance

that way. However, Cale had never promised the Dwarves

noticed the change in atmosphere and confidently

like your king

to react to that statement. This

‘It’d be a loss.’

king that the administrator knew would not come to the Gorge of Death to rescue them while facing a

for the Bears to

shrewd Bears did not expect

knew about

“But you see…”

be

shrewd bastards knew better than

that they would die for nothing if they died like this. The Bears knew

was why Cale

been faithful? Since

Tap. Tap.

He pushed his head close to the

Wolf tribe or the Lion

themselves for their pack and family, nor were they the

was standing underneath a torch. He

are the

administrator started to

not the Wolves nor the Lions, they were the Bears. They were the

“Act on your instincts.”

was telling them to follow