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

Screeeech-

door to the

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

Screeech- Bang!

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

didn’t have

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

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

a cough after seeing her expression before taking a document out of his pocket and explaining to

put into words what I had in

‘Hooo.’

a gasp and looked toward

prepare something

back. Rosalyn took that as something must have changed and shrugged her shoulders

of things to do. I

to Rosalyn and added

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

at them as he did not need them anymore and quickly started

were heading out of the prison, Cale headed in the opposite direction, going deeper

the worst criminals in the

was the underground

past the corridor with

bars were clearly

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

Grrrrr, grr-

that resembled the

twisted smile after looking toward the individuals who were glaring at

those gazes could not

last room at the end

the far

as soon as

Bang!

like the actions of a thug, only the

soldiers were waiting outside the underground

“…What is it?”

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

the Bear leader staring at him from within

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

he was a

the Bear tribe in the Gorge of Death

shared the information she had

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

Grrrrr, grr.

at the growls he heard coming from many of the

was all of the imprisoned Bears that were making these

threaten Cale and let

Yes, crying.

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

think shrewd bastards would look like warriors because they

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

was the way other Beast people referred to the

looked at the administrator before addressing all of

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

pupils started

tribe chief that the

was probably begging for his

the Flame Dwarf tribe

around the Bears changed. They

Flame Dwarves

a chance at

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

the change in atmosphere and confidently continued

it looks like your king has chosen

react to that

‘It’d be a loss.’

of their high numbers. The king that the administrator knew would not come to the Gorge of Death to rescue

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

was why the shrewd Bears did not

knew about this as

“But you see…”

that they did not expect to be rescued did not mean that

bastards knew

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

why Cale asked

when have Bears been faithful? Since when have Bears been

Tap. Tap.

iron bars. He pushed his head close to the bars and observed

the Wolf tribe or

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

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

the

started

the Bears. They were the tribe with the highest population because they were both strong and

“Act on your instincts.”

to