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

walked out of the door that Choi Han had opened. Rosalyn and Mary followed behind him. The soldiers, knights, and mages who had been standing outside

Screeech- Bang!

the disappearing Cale's back until the

other hand, Cale didn’t have time to

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

how he could do

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

I just put into words what I

‘Hooo.’

back a gasp and

like him to prepare something like this

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

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

moved next to Rosalyn and added

be heading out as well. I will be busy

did not need them anymore and quickly

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

the location of the worst criminals in the Castle Blang

was the

the corridor with multiple cells

bars were clearly

the chained individuals on the other side of the cell. The large floor of

Grrrrr, grr-

sounds that resembled the cries

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

those gazes could not hold Cale

last room at the end of the underground

at the far end of

soon as he approached

Bang!

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

warden and the soldiers were waiting

“…What is it?”

individual who was chained to the wall at this

staring at him from within the

had chained the enemy leader like this so that it would be difficult for him to

that he was

the Bear that led the Bear tribe in the Gorge of

shared the information she had heard from the northern

tribe supposedly has a king that rules over them. The northern kingdoms have not seen the king, however, there are

Grrrrr, grr.

growls he heard

the imprisoned Bears

and let him know

Yes, crying.

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

you think shrewd bastards would look like warriors because they pretended

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

Beast people referred to the Bear

at the administrator before addressing all of the Bears in the underground

Chief Kanelle if he wanted to live and he kneeled in front

pupils started

the Bears had looked down upon. That chief had supposedly kneeled

was probably begging for

something for the

the Bears changed.

Dwarves earned a

a

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

the change in atmosphere and confidently

your king has

react to that statement. This was especially true

‘It’d be a loss.’

Bears were able to be stronger than normal because of their high numbers. The king that the administrator knew would not come to the

Bears

the shrewd Bears did not

about this

“But you see…”

be rescued

knew better

if they died like this. The Bears knew better than anybody else that they

Cale asked

Bears been faithful? Since

Tap. Tap.

pushed his head close to the bars and observed the chained Bear

Wolf tribe or the

were not the Wolves who would sacrifice themselves for their pack and family, nor were they

was in the darkness could clearly see Cale who was standing underneath

are the

started

Wolves nor the Lions, they were the Bears. They were the

“Act on your instincts.”

to follow their instincts as