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.’

Flame Dwarf chief slowly got up

Screeeech-

door to the area

him. The soldiers, knights, and mages who had been standing outside walked

Screeech- Bang!

Dwarves continued to stare at the disappearing Cale's back until the door

the other hand, Cale didn’t have time to

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

Her gaze seemed to be asking how he could do something big like that without saying anything

before taking a document out of his pocket

put into words what I had in mind, so I leave this

‘Hooo.’

back a gasp

isn’t like him to prepare something like this in

back. Rosalyn took that

be on my way now. I have a lot of things to do. I have things to finish

slowly moved next to Rosalyn and added

well. I will be

at them as he did not need them anymore and quickly

prison, Cale

location of the worst criminals in the Castle

was the

the corridor with

iron bars

other side of the cell.

Grrrrr, grr-

were sounds that resembled the cries of

were glaring at him in the darkness as the light of

gazes could not

room at the end of the

at the far end of the

as soon as he approached

Bang!

ruthlessly kicked at the iron bars. Although this looked like the actions of a thug, only the prisoners, Choi Han, the invisible Raon, and Cale were

warden and the soldiers were waiting outside the underground

“…What is it?”

at this last cell could be heard. It was a cracked and

staring

prisoners. However, they had chained the enemy leader like this so that it would be difficult for him to

say that he was a mid-level

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

the information she had heard from the northern

not seen the king, however, there are ranks to the administrators

Grrrrr, grr.

growls he heard coming from many

all of the imprisoned Bears that were

threaten Cale and let

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

shrewd bastards would look like warriors because they pretended to be

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

Beast people referred to

at the administrator before addressing all of the Bears in the underground

he kneeled in

administrator’s pupils

the Flame Dwarf tribe chief that the Bears had looked down upon. That chief had

probably begging

something for the Flame Dwarf tribe to

the Bears changed.

Dwarves earned

had earned a

Cale had never promised the Dwarves anything

noticed the change in atmosphere

looks like your king

not seem to react to that statement. This

‘It’d be a loss.’

king that the administrator knew would not come to the Gorge of Death to rescue them while facing a

was a land for the Bears

was why the shrewd Bears did not expect any help

about this

“But you see…”

did not expect to be rescued did not

shrewd bastards knew better

knew that they would die for nothing if they died like this. The Bears knew better than anybody else that they could not

why Cale asked them a

been faithful?

Tap. Tap.

bars. He pushed his head close

Wolf tribe or the

nor were they the Lion tribe who were proud of and

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

are the Bear

started

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

“Act on your instincts.”

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