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 his

Screeeech-

only door to the area opened

that Choi Han had opened. Rosalyn and Mary followed behind him. The soldiers, knights, and mages who had been standing outside walked back in once they left and

Screeech- Bang!

to stare at the disappearing Cale's

Cale didn’t have time

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

seemed to be asking how he

her expression before taking a document out of

what I had

‘Hooo.’

a gasp and looked toward

isn’t like him to prepare something like

but did not respond back. Rosalyn took that

I have a lot of things to do. I have things to finish with Miss Witira as

next to Rosalyn and added

heading out as well. I will be busy

as he did not need them anymore and quickly started

them were heading out of the prison, Cale headed in the

the location of the worst criminals in the

was the

the corridor

bars were

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

Grrrrr, grr-

resembled the

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

gazes could

at the end of the

the far

leg as soon as he approached

Bang!

bars. Although this looked like the actions of a thug, only the

were

“…What is it?”

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

staring at him from within

the enemy leader like this so that it would be difficult for him to think about

that he was

heard that the Bear that led the Bear tribe in the Gorge

had

Bear tribe supposedly has a king that rules over them. The northern kingdoms have not seen the king, however, there

Grrrrr, grr.

the growls he heard coming from many of

Bears that were making these

to threaten Cale and let

Yes, crying.

why he started to speak to the mid-level administrator

you think shrewd bastards would look like warriors

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

Beast people referred to the Bear

the administrator before addressing all of the Bears in the

kneeled in front of me and banged

pupils

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

was probably begging

for the Flame Dwarf

around the Bears changed.

Dwarves earned a

a chance

had never promised the Dwarves anything and

atmosphere and

it looks like your king has chosen to throw you

react to that statement.

‘It’d be a loss.’

the administrator knew would not come to the Gorge of Death

cared about was a land for the Bears to live on

shrewd Bears did not expect any help from their

about this as

“But you see…”

to be

bastards knew better than

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

Cale asked them

faithful? Since when have Bears been

Tap. Tap.

close

the Wolf tribe or the

not the Wolves who would sacrifice themselves for their pack and family, nor were they the Lion tribe who were proud of and attached

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

the Bear

administrator started to

the Wolves nor the Lions, they were the Bears. They were the tribe with the highest population

“Act on your instincts.”

them to