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

Screeeech-

only door to the area

and Mary followed behind him. The soldiers, knights, and mages who had

Screeech- Bang!

continued to stare at the

hand, Cale didn’t have time to just look

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

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

seeing her expression before taking a document out of his

about the Firebird. I just put into words what I had

‘Hooo.’

gasp and looked toward

isn’t like him to prepare something like this in

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

way now. I have a lot of things to do. I have things to finish with

moved next to Rosalyn and added

I’ll be heading out as well. I will be busy trying to create this

as he did not need

out of the prison, Cale headed in

the location of the worst criminals in the

was the

the corridor with

iron bars were clearly

see the chained individuals on the other side of the cell.

Grrrrr, grr-

were sounds that resembled

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

gazes could not

reached the last room at the

was located at the far end of the

his leg as soon as he

Bang!

the actions of a thug,

warden and the soldiers were waiting outside the

“…What is it?”

of the individual who was chained to the wall at this last cell could be heard. It was a

Bear leader staring at him from within

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

he was

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

had heard from the

kingdoms have not seen the king, however, there are

Grrrrr, grr.

heard coming from many of the

was all of the imprisoned Bears

were crying as if to threaten Cale and let him know that they were still

Yes, crying.

was why he started to speak to the mid-level administrator

bastards would look like

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

way other Beast people referred

administrator before addressing all of the Bears

he wanted to live and he kneeled in front of me and banged his forehead on

pupils

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

begging

for the Flame Dwarf tribe to

around the Bears

Flame Dwarves

earned a chance at

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

the change in atmosphere and confidently

your king has

react to that statement. This was especially true for

‘It’d be a loss.’

king that the

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

was why the shrewd Bears did not

knew about this as

“But you see…”

not expect to be rescued did not mean

bastards knew better than

this. The Bears

Cale asked

been faithful? Since when

Tap. Tap.

his head close to the bars and observed the chained Bear administrator

the Wolf tribe

pack and family, nor were they the Lion tribe who were proud of and attached

could clearly see Cale who was standing underneath

are the Bear

started to

were the tribe with the highest population because

“Act on your instincts.”

was telling them to follow their instincts as