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

Screeeech-

the

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

Screeech- Bang!

at the disappearing Cale's back until the door completely

other hand, Cale didn’t have time

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

to be asking how he could do

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

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

‘Hooo.’

gasp and looked toward

prepare

but did not respond back. Rosalyn took that as

lot of things to do. I

slowly moved next to Rosalyn and added

be heading out as well. I will be busy

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

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

toward the location of the worst criminals in the

the underground

walked past the corridor with multiple cells

bars were

the chained individuals on the other side of the cell. The large floor of the underground prison was

Grrrrr, grr-

that resembled the cries of

after looking toward the individuals who were glaring at him in the darkness as the

gazes could not

the last room at

at the

raised his leg as soon as he

Bang!

at the iron bars. Although this looked like the actions of a

and the soldiers were waiting outside

“…What is it?”

the wall at this

see the Bear leader staring at

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

they say that he was

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

she had heard from the northern kingdoms

tribe supposedly has a king that rules over them. The northern kingdoms have not seen the

Grrrrr, grr.

growls he heard coming from

of the imprisoned Bears that were

to threaten Cale and let

Yes, crying.

scared animals. That was why he started to speak to the mid-level administrator who was the leader of the Bears in this

like warriors

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

the way other Beast people

before addressing all of the Bears

Chief Kanelle if he wanted to live and he kneeled

administrator’s pupils started

tribe chief that the

probably begging for

gave something for the

atmosphere around the Bears

Flame Dwarves earned a

earned a chance at

never promised the Dwarves anything

in atmosphere and confidently

your king has chosen to

react to that statement. This was

‘It’d be a loss.’

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

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

the shrewd Bears did not expect any help

about

“But you see…”

to be rescued did not

bastards knew

that they would die for nothing if they died like this. The Bears knew better than anybody else that they could

why Cale asked

when have Bears been faithful? Since when have Bears been

Tap. Tap.

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

aren’t the Wolf tribe or the

for their pack and family, nor were they the Lion tribe who were proud

who was

the Bear

started

were the tribe with the highest

“Act on your instincts.”

to follow their