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.’

slowly got up from his

Screeeech-

only door to the area opened once

Rosalyn and Mary followed behind him. The soldiers, knights, and

Screeech- Bang!

Dwarves continued to stare at the disappearing

other hand, Cale didn’t have time to

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

looking toward Cale. Her gaze seemed to be asking how he could do something big like that without saying

cough after seeing her expression before taking a document

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

‘Hooo.’

a gasp and looked toward

him to prepare something like this

did not respond back. Rosalyn took that as something must have changed and shrugged her shoulders before

have a lot of things to do. I have

moved next to Rosalyn and added

I’ll be heading out as well. I will

did not need them

prison,

toward the location of the worst criminals in the

was the

walked past the corridor with multiple

bars were clearly

see the chained individuals on the other side of the cell. The large floor of the underground prison was

Grrrrr, grr-

were sounds that resembled

looking toward the individuals who were glaring at him in the darkness as the light of the

those gazes could not hold

the last room at the end of the

located at the

raised his leg as soon as he

Bang!

Although this looked like the actions of a thug, only the prisoners,

soldiers were waiting outside

“…What is it?”

at this last

staring at him from within the

not torture their prisoners. However, they had chained the enemy leader

he was a mid-level

heard that the Bear that led the Bear tribe in the Gorge of Death was a mid-level administrator. Cale recalled what Rosalyn

had shared the information she had heard from the northern kingdoms to

northern kingdoms have not seen the king, however, there are ranks to the administrators that lead the

Grrrrr, grr.

heard coming from many of the

Bears that were making

to threaten Cale and let him

Yes, crying.

cries of the scared animals. That was why he started to speak to the mid-level administrator who was the leader of the Bears in this

shrewd bastards would look like warriors because they pretended

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

the way other Beast people referred to the

addressing all of the Bears in the

wanted to live and he kneeled

administrator’s pupils started to

that the Bears had looked down upon. That chief had supposedly kneeled

begging

the Flame

around the Bears changed. They started to

Flame Dwarves earned

a chance at

think that way. However, Cale had never promised the Dwarves anything

noticed the change in atmosphere and

it looks like your king has chosen

to that statement. This was especially true

‘It’d be a loss.’

be stronger than normal because of their high numbers. The king that the administrator knew would not come to the Gorge of

cared about was a land for the Bears to live on and a

was why the shrewd Bears did not expect

knew about

“But you see…”

did not expect to be rescued did not

knew better than

died like this. The Bears knew better than anybody else that they could not

why Cale asked

have Bears been faithful? Since when

Tap. Tap.

bars. He pushed his head close to

Wolf tribe

the Wolves who would sacrifice themselves for their pack and family, nor were they the Lion

could clearly see Cale who was standing underneath a torch. He could also see the sword

the Bear

started

they were the Bears. They were the tribe with the

“Act on your instincts.”

was telling them to follow their