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.’

got up from his kneeling

Screeeech-

the

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

Screeech- Bang!

at the disappearing Cale's back until the door completely

the other hand, Cale didn’t have

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

seemed to be asking how he could do

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

describes the information about the Firebird. I just put into words what I

‘Hooo.’

back a gasp and

to prepare something

but did not respond back. Rosalyn took

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

moved next to Rosalyn and added

out as well. I will be busy trying

not need them anymore and quickly started

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

the worst criminals in

was the underground

the corridor with multiple cells

iron bars

side of the cell. The large floor of the underground prison

Grrrrr, grr-

resembled

smile after looking toward the individuals who were glaring at him in the darkness as the light of the torch did not reach

gazes could

the last room at

the far end of the

leg as soon as he approached the

Bang!

Although this looked like the actions of a thug, only the prisoners, Choi

and the soldiers were waiting outside the underground

“…What is it?”

wall at this last cell could be heard. It

the Bear leader staring at him from within

chained the enemy leader

he was a

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

shared the information she had heard from the

rules over them. The northern kingdoms have not seen the king, however, there are ranks to the administrators that

Grrrrr, grr.

growls he heard coming from

all of the imprisoned Bears that were

and let him

Yes, crying.

That was why he started to speak to the mid-level administrator who was the leader

shrewd bastards would look like warriors because

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

the way other Beast people referred to the

the administrator before addressing all of the

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

pupils

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

probably begging for his

something for the Flame Dwarf tribe

Bears changed.

Flame Dwarves earned

had earned a chance

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

in atmosphere and confidently continued to

king

that statement. This

‘It’d be a loss.’

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

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

did not expect any help from their

knew about this

“But you see…”

to be rescued did not mean that they wanted

shrewd bastards knew better than anybody

if they died like this. The Bears knew better than anybody else that they

why Cale asked

when have Bears been faithful? Since

Tap. Tap.

approached the iron bars. He pushed his head close to the bars

the Wolf tribe or the

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

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

the

started

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

“Act on your instincts.”

telling them to follow their instincts