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

Screeeech-

to the area

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

Screeech- Bang!

continued to stare at the disappearing Cale's back until

the other hand, Cale didn’t have time to just look

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

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

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

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

‘Hooo.’

held back a gasp and

prepare something

respond back. Rosalyn took that as something must have changed and shrugged her shoulders before

a lot of things to do. I have things to finish with Miss Witira as

next to Rosalyn and

I

as he did not need them anymore and quickly

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

toward the location of the worst criminals in the Castle

was the underground

walked past the corridor

iron bars were

the chained individuals on the other side of

Grrrrr, grr-

sounds that resembled

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

could not

last room at the end of

located at the far end of

soon as

Bang!

this looked like the actions of a thug, only the

and the soldiers were waiting

“…What is it?”

this

could see the Bear leader staring at him from

they had chained the enemy leader like this so that it would be difficult

say that he was a

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

had shared 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

Grrrrr, grr.

growls he heard coming from many

imprisoned Bears that were

and let him know that they were

Yes, crying.

he started to speak to the mid-level administrator

think shrewd bastards would look like warriors because

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

was the way other Beast

administrator before addressing all of the Bears in the

he wanted to live and he kneeled in front of me and banged his forehead

pupils started to

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

probably begging for his

for the Flame

the Bears changed. They started to

Flame Dwarves

earned a chance at

think that way. However, Cale had never promised the Dwarves anything

the change in atmosphere and

looks like your king has chosen to throw

not seem to react to that statement.

‘It’d be a loss.’

the administrator knew would not come to the Gorge of Death to rescue them while facing

was a land for the Bears to

Bears did not expect any help from their

about this

“But you see…”

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

knew

they died like this. The Bears knew better

was why Cale

when have Bears been faithful? Since

Tap. Tap.

head close to the bars and observed the chained

Wolf tribe

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

in the darkness could clearly see Cale who was standing

are the Bear

started to

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

“Act on your instincts.”

telling them to follow their instincts as