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.’

chief slowly got up from his

Screeeech-

the area opened once

opened. Rosalyn and Mary followed behind him. The soldiers, knights, and mages who had been

Screeech- Bang!

the disappearing Cale's back until

Cale didn’t have time

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

sighed before looking toward Cale. Her gaze seemed to be asking how he could do something big like that without saying anything to

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

I had in mind, so I leave this task

‘Hooo.’

back a gasp and looked toward

isn’t like him to prepare something like

back. Rosalyn took that as something must have changed

must be on my way now. I have a lot of things

slowly moved next to Rosalyn and

well. I

he did not need

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

the location of the worst criminals in the Castle

was the

past the corridor with

bars

of the cell. The large floor

Grrrrr, grr-

were sounds that resembled the cries

put on a twisted smile after looking toward the individuals who were glaring at him in the

could not

reached the last room at the end

was located at the

his leg as soon as he approached the

Bang!

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

the soldiers were

“…What is it?”

the individual who was chained to the wall at this last cell could be heard. It

leader staring at him from within the

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

that he was a

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

the information she had heard from

northern kingdoms have not seen the king, however, there are ranks to

Grrrrr, grr.

he heard coming from many of

all of the imprisoned Bears

if to threaten Cale and let him know

Yes, crying.

animals. That was why he started to speak to

think shrewd bastards would look like warriors because they pretended to

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

way other Beast people referred

at the administrator before addressing all of the Bears

he kneeled in

administrator’s pupils started

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

begging

something for the

around the Bears changed. They

Dwarves earned

earned a

However, Cale had never promised the Dwarves anything

in atmosphere and confidently continued to

like your king has chosen to

to react to that statement. This was

‘It’d be a loss.’

numbers. The king that the administrator knew would

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

did not

about

“But you see…”

that they did not expect to be rescued did not mean

bastards knew better than anybody

died like this. The

why Cale

have Bears been faithful?

Tap. Tap.

pushed his head close to the bars and observed the chained

aren’t the Wolf tribe or the

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

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

the

started to

the Bears. They were the

“Act on your instincts.”

them to