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.’

Flame Dwarf chief slowly got up

Screeeech-

the area opened once

The soldiers, knights, and mages who

Screeech- Bang!

stare at the disappearing Cale's back until the

other hand, Cale didn’t have time to just

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

to be asking how he

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

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

‘Hooo.’

gasp and

him to prepare

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

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

next to Rosalyn

heading out as well. I will be busy trying

did not need them anymore and quickly started

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

toward the location of the worst criminals in the Castle

the

the corridor with multiple cells lined

bars were clearly

of the cell. The large

Grrrrr, grr-

that resembled

after looking toward the individuals who were glaring at him in the darkness

gazes could not

room at the

the far end of the

raised his leg as soon as he approached the

Bang!

actions of

warden and the soldiers were waiting

“…What is it?”

individual who was chained to the wall at this last cell

staring at him from within

their prisoners. However, they had chained the enemy leader like this so that it would be difficult for him to think about

he was a mid-level

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

information she had

have not seen the king, however, there are ranks to the administrators

Grrrrr, grr.

growls he heard coming from many of

imprisoned Bears

Cale and let

Yes, crying.

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

would look like warriors because they

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

other Beast

administrator before addressing all of the Bears in the

Chief Kanelle if he wanted to live and he kneeled in front of me and banged his forehead on

administrator’s pupils started

the Bears had looked down

probably begging for his

for the Flame Dwarf tribe to

around the Bears changed. They started to

Dwarves earned a

had earned a chance

never promised the

change in atmosphere

like your king has chosen to throw

not seem to react to that statement. This was

‘It’d be a loss.’

able to be stronger than normal because of their high numbers. The king that the administrator knew

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

the shrewd Bears did not expect any

knew about this as

“But you see…”

be rescued did not mean that they wanted to

shrewd bastards knew better than

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

why Cale asked them a

have Bears been faithful? Since when

Tap. Tap.

close to

tribe or the Lion

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

see Cale who was standing underneath a torch. He could

are the

administrator started

were

“Act on your instincts.”

was telling them to follow