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.’

chief slowly got up from

Screeeech-

only door to the area opened once

had opened. Rosalyn and Mary followed behind him. The soldiers, knights, and mages who had been standing

Screeech- Bang!

continued to stare at the disappearing

Cale didn’t have time

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

how he could do something big like that without

a document out of his pocket

what I had

‘Hooo.’

held back a gasp and looked

to prepare something like

took that as something must have changed and shrugged her shoulders

now. I have a lot of things to do. I

moved next to Rosalyn and

well. I will be busy

waived at them as he did not need them

prison, Cale headed in the opposite direction, going

was heading toward the location of the worst criminals in the Castle Blang

was the

corridor with multiple

iron bars

of the cell. The large floor

Grrrrr, grr-

resembled

who were glaring at him in the darkness as the light

those gazes could not

the last room at the end

the far end of

raised his leg as soon as he approached the

Bang!

foot ruthlessly kicked at the iron bars. Although this looked like the actions of a thug, only the prisoners,

and the soldiers were waiting

“…What is it?”

chained to the wall at this last cell could be heard. It was a cracked

could see the Bear leader staring at him

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

say that he

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

information she had heard from

over them. The northern kingdoms have not seen the king, however, there are ranks to the

Grrrrr, grr.

growls he heard coming from many of

of the imprisoned Bears that were making these

as if to threaten Cale and

Yes, crying.

animals. That was why he started to speak to the mid-level administrator who

think shrewd bastards would look like warriors

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

Beast people referred to

before addressing all of the

he wanted to live and he kneeled

pupils started to

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

was probably begging for his

for the Flame Dwarf

atmosphere around the Bears changed. They

Flame Dwarves earned a

had earned a chance

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

change in atmosphere and

it looks like your king has

did not seem to react to that statement. This was especially true for

‘It’d be a loss.’

that the administrator knew would

was a land for the Bears to live on and a kingdom for him to

the shrewd Bears did

about this as

“But you see…”

expect to be rescued did not mean that they

bastards knew better than anybody

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

Cale asked them

been faithful? Since when have Bears

Tap. Tap.

close to the bars and observed

the Wolf tribe or

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

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

are the Bear

started to

the Bears. They were

“Act on your instincts.”

to follow their instincts