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

Screeeech-

to the area

Rosalyn and Mary followed behind him. The soldiers, knights, and mages who had been standing outside walked back in once

Screeech- Bang!

at the disappearing Cale's back until the door

didn’t have time to just

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

he could do something big like that without saying anything to

a document out of his pocket and

the Firebird. I just put into words what I had in mind,

‘Hooo.’

gasp and looked toward

like him to prepare something like this in

took that as something must have changed and shrugged her shoulders

of things to do.

next to Rosalyn and

well. I will be busy trying

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

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

toward the location of the worst criminals in the

the

corridor with multiple

bars were

on the other side of the cell. The

Grrrrr, grr-

resembled the cries

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

could

last room at the end of the

at the

his leg as soon as

Bang!

actions of a thug, only the

the soldiers were waiting outside

“…What is it?”

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

see the Bear leader staring at him from within

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

he was a

the

information she had heard from

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

imprisoned Bears that were making these

crying as if to threaten Cale and let

Yes, crying.

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

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 Bear

administrator before addressing all of the Bears in the

he kneeled in front of me

administrator’s pupils

the name of the Flame Dwarf tribe chief that the Bears had

was probably begging for his

gave something for the Flame

atmosphere around the Bears changed.

Dwarves earned

earned a

that way. However, Cale had never

atmosphere and confidently continued

king has

seem to react to that statement. This was especially true for

‘It’d be a loss.’

than normal because of their high numbers. The king that the administrator knew would not come to the Gorge of Death to rescue them while facing

was a land for the Bears to live on and a

the shrewd Bears did not expect any

knew about

“But you see…”

did not expect to be rescued

bastards knew better than anybody

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

Cale

been faithful? Since when have Bears been

Tap. Tap.

his head close to the bars

Wolf tribe or the Lion

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

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

are the Bear

administrator started to

not the Wolves nor the Lions, they were the Bears. They were the tribe with the

“Act on your instincts.”

to follow their