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 area

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

Screeech- Bang!

to stare at the disappearing Cale's

didn’t have time to just look

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

seemed to be asking how he could do something big like that without saying anything to

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

Firebird. I just put into words what I had in mind, so I leave this task to

‘Hooo.’

gasp and looked toward

to prepare something like

Rosalyn’s gaze but did not respond back. Rosalyn took that as something must have

of things to do. I have things to finish with

slowly moved next to

well. I will

them as he did not need

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

was heading toward the location of the worst criminals in the

was the

past the corridor with

iron bars

also see the chained individuals on the other side of

Grrrrr, grr-

that resembled

were glaring at

gazes could not hold

last room at the end of

at the far end of

leg as soon as he approached the

Bang!

looked like the actions of a thug, only the prisoners, Choi Han, the invisible Raon, and Cale

soldiers were waiting outside the underground

“…What is it?”

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

see the Bear leader staring at him from within

Roan Kingdom did not torture their prisoners. However, they had chained the enemy

they say that he was a mid-level

the Gorge of Death was a mid-level administrator. Cale recalled what Rosalyn told

she had heard from the northern kingdoms

seen the king,

Grrrrr, grr.

heard coming

was all of the imprisoned Bears that were

as if to threaten Cale and let him know that they

Yes, crying.

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

you think shrewd bastards would look like warriors

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

Beast

at the administrator before addressing all of

he kneeled in front of me and banged

pupils started

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

was probably begging for his

for the

atmosphere around the Bears changed.

Dwarves earned

a chance

was natural for them to think that way. However, Cale had never promised the Dwarves anything and instead had only given them an

atmosphere and confidently

your king has chosen to throw

seem to react to that statement. This was especially true for the

‘It’d be a loss.’

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

Bears

Bears did not expect any help from their

about

“But you see…”

not expect to be rescued did not

bastards knew better than anybody

die for nothing if they died like this. The Bears knew better than anybody else that they could not

why Cale

faithful?

Tap. Tap.

close to the bars and observed the chained

aren’t the Wolf tribe or the

were not the Wolves who would sacrifice themselves for their pack and family, nor were they the Lion tribe who were proud of and attached to their

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

the Bear

started

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

“Act on your instincts.”

was telling them to follow