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.’

Dwarf chief slowly got up from

Screeeech-

door to the area opened once

soldiers, knights, and mages who

Screeech- Bang!

Flame Dwarves continued to stare at the disappearing Cale's back

the other hand, Cale didn’t have time to just look at

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

seemed to be asking how he could

after seeing her expression before taking a document out of

Firebird. I just put into words what I

‘Hooo.’

a gasp and looked

him to prepare something like this in

Rosalyn’s gaze but did not respond back. Rosalyn took that as something must have changed and shrugged her shoulders before speaking

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

moved next to Rosalyn and added

as well. I will be

them as he did not

out of the prison, Cale headed

heading toward the location of the

was the underground

the corridor with multiple cells lined

iron bars were clearly

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

Grrrrr, grr-

that resembled the cries

looking toward the individuals who were glaring at him in the darkness as the light of the torch did not

those gazes could not hold

reached the last room at

the far end of

soon as he approached

Bang!

of a thug, only the prisoners, Choi Han, the

and the soldiers were waiting outside the underground

“…What is it?”

individual who was chained to the wall at this last cell

Bear leader staring at him

not torture their prisoners. However, they had chained the enemy leader like this so that it would be difficult for him to think

that he was a mid-level

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

she had heard from the northern kingdoms

a king that rules over them. The northern kingdoms have not seen the king, however, there are ranks to the administrators that lead the Bear tribe under the

Grrrrr, grr.

at the growls he heard coming from many of

all of the imprisoned Bears that were

as if to threaten Cale and let him know

Yes, crying.

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

you think shrewd bastards would look like warriors because they pretended to be

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

Beast people

addressing all of the

kneeled in front of me and banged his forehead

administrator’s pupils started to

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

was probably begging

gave something for the Flame Dwarf tribe

atmosphere around the Bears changed. They

Dwarves earned a

had earned a chance

However, Cale had never promised the Dwarves anything and

in atmosphere and

king has chosen

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

‘It’d be a loss.’

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

he cared about was a land for the Bears to

was why the shrewd Bears did not expect any help from their

knew about

“But you see…”

did not expect to be rescued did

bastards knew better than anybody

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

why Cale asked them a

when have Bears been faithful? Since when

Tap. Tap.

head close to the bars and observed

tribe

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

who was in the darkness could clearly see Cale who was standing underneath a torch. He could

are the Bear

started

the Lions, they were the Bears. They were the tribe with the highest population because they were both

“Act on your instincts.”

was telling them to