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.’

slowly got up from his

Screeeech-

door to the area opened

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

Screeech- Bang!

at the disappearing Cale's back until the door

Cale didn’t have time

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

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

out a cough after seeing her expression before taking a document out

what I had in mind,

‘Hooo.’

gasp

isn’t like him to prepare something like this in

gaze but did not respond back. Rosalyn took that as something must have changed and shrugged her shoulders before speaking to

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

slowly moved next to

be heading out as well. I will

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

of the prison, Cale headed in the opposite direction, going

the

was the underground

past the corridor with multiple cells

iron bars were clearly

the other side of the cell. The

Grrrrr, grr-

sounds that resembled the cries of

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

gazes could not hold Cale

last room at the end of the underground

the

soon as he

Bang!

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

warden and the soldiers were

“…What is it?”

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

Bear leader staring at him

However, they had chained the enemy leader like this so that it would

they say that he was a

tribe in the Gorge

information she had heard from the

them. The northern kingdoms have not seen the king,

Grrrrr, grr.

at the growls he heard coming from many

the imprisoned Bears that were making these

Cale and let

Yes, crying.

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

would look like warriors because they pretended

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

was the way other Beast people referred to the

before addressing all of the Bears in the underground

live and he kneeled in front of me

administrator’s pupils started

the Flame Dwarf tribe chief that the Bears had looked down upon. That chief had supposedly kneeled in front of

probably begging for

gave something for the Flame

atmosphere around the Bears changed. They

Dwarves earned

had earned a chance

that way. However, Cale had never promised

atmosphere and confidently

like your king has

did not seem to react to that statement. This was especially true

‘It’d be a loss.’

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

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

did not

knew about this as

“But you see…”

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

shrewd bastards knew

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

was why Cale asked them

have Bears been faithful? Since when have

Tap. Tap.

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

the Wolf tribe

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

in the darkness could clearly see Cale who was standing underneath

the Bear

administrator started

the Wolves nor the Lions, they were the Bears. They were the tribe with the highest population because they were

“Act on your instincts.”

was telling them to follow their