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

Screeeech-

door to the area opened once

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

Screeech- Bang!

Dwarves continued to stare at the disappearing Cale's back until the door completely

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

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

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

‘Hooo.’

a gasp and looked toward

isn’t like him to prepare something like this in

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

a lot of things to do.

moved next to Rosalyn and added

heading out as well. I will be busy trying

he did not need them anymore and quickly

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

the location of the worst criminals in the Castle Blang

was the underground

walked past the corridor

iron bars were

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

Grrrrr, grr-

sounds that resembled the cries

individuals who were glaring at him in the darkness as the

gazes could not hold Cale

at

located at the

soon

Bang!

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

were waiting outside the

“…What is it?”

chained to the wall at this last

could see the Bear leader staring at him from within

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

they say that he was a

the Bear that led the Bear tribe in the Gorge of Death

shared the information she had heard from

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

Grrrrr, grr.

heard coming from many of

the imprisoned Bears that were

were crying as if to threaten Cale and let

Yes, crying.

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

bastards would look like warriors because they pretended to be

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

the way other Beast people referred

before addressing all of the Bears in

he kneeled in front of me and banged his forehead on the

pupils

of the Flame Dwarf tribe chief that the Bears had

was probably begging for his

for the

atmosphere around the Bears changed. They started to

Flame Dwarves

earned a chance

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

the change in atmosphere and confidently continued

it looks like your king has chosen to throw you

not seem to react to that statement. This was

‘It’d be a loss.’

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

was a land for the Bears to live on and a

did not expect

knew about

“But you see…”

fact that they did not expect to be rescued did not

shrewd bastards knew better

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

why Cale asked

have Bears been faithful?

Tap. Tap.

his head close to the bars and observed the

tribe or

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

was standing underneath

are the

administrator started to

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

“Act on your instincts.”

to follow their instincts