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-

door to the

behind him. The soldiers, knights, and mages

Screeech- Bang!

Dwarves continued to stare at the disappearing

Cale didn’t have time

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

be asking how he could do something big like

expression before taking a document out of his pocket and explaining

I had in mind, so I leave this

‘Hooo.’

a gasp

him to prepare something like this

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

now. I have a lot of things to do.

to Rosalyn and added

as well. I will be busy trying to

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

the prison, Cale headed in the opposite

the location of the worst criminals in the Castle Blang

the

past the corridor with multiple cells lined

iron bars were clearly

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

Grrrrr, grr-

that resembled the

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

those gazes could not

the last room at the end of the

located at the

soon as he approached the

Bang!

kicked at the iron bars. Although this looked like the actions of a thug, only the prisoners, Choi Han, the invisible Raon, and Cale

warden and the soldiers were waiting outside the

“…What is it?”

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

Bear leader staring at him from within the

Roan Kingdom did not torture their prisoners. However, they had chained the enemy leader like this so that it would be

they say that he

in the Gorge of Death was a mid-level administrator. Cale

shared the information she had heard from the northern kingdoms to

king that rules over them. The northern kingdoms have not seen the king, however, there are ranks to the administrators that lead the Bear tribe

Grrrrr, grr.

sighed at the growls he heard coming

Bears

and let

Yes, crying.

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

look like

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

other Beast people referred to

administrator before addressing all of the

wanted to live and he kneeled in

administrator’s pupils started

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

begging for

the Flame Dwarf

atmosphere around the Bears changed. They started

Flame Dwarves earned a

earned a

way. However, Cale had never promised the Dwarves anything and instead had only given them an

noticed the change in atmosphere and confidently continued to

like your king

seem to react to that statement. This was especially

‘It’d be a loss.’

the administrator knew would not come to the Gorge of Death to rescue

was a land for the Bears to

did not expect any help from their

knew about this as

“But you see…”

did not expect to be rescued did

knew

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

Cale asked

have Bears been faithful? Since when

Tap. Tap.

the iron bars. He pushed his head close to the bars

tribe

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

was standing underneath a torch. He could also see the sword master

the

started to

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

“Act on your instincts.”

telling them to follow their instincts as