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.’

slowly got up

Screeeech-

door to the area opened once

behind him. The soldiers, knights, and mages who had been standing

Screeech- Bang!

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

the other hand, Cale didn’t have time to

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

looking toward Cale. Her gaze seemed to be asking how he could do something big like that without saying

seeing her expression before taking a document out of

into words what I had in mind, so I leave this task to

‘Hooo.’

back a gasp and

prepare something like this in

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

of things to

moved next to Rosalyn and

heading out as well. I will be busy trying to create

waived at them as he did not need them

were heading out of the prison, Cale headed in the opposite

of the worst criminals

the

walked past the corridor with multiple

bars

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

Grrrrr, grr-

were sounds that resembled the cries of

who were glaring at him in the darkness as the

gazes could

the last room at the end of

the far end

his leg as soon

Bang!

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

were waiting outside

“…What is it?”

wall at this last cell could be heard. It was a cracked and

see the Bear leader staring at him from within

not torture their prisoners. However, they had chained the

that he

Bear that led the Bear tribe in the Gorge of Death was a mid-level administrator. Cale recalled what

had

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

Grrrrr, grr.

he heard

was all of the imprisoned Bears that were making these

threaten Cale and let him know that they

Yes, crying.

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

bastards would look like warriors because

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

way other Beast people referred to the

at the administrator before addressing all of

Kanelle if he wanted to live and he kneeled in front of me

pupils

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

begging

for the

the Bears changed. They started

Dwarves earned

had earned a

think that way. However, Cale had never

change in atmosphere and confidently continued to

your king has chosen to

seem to react to that statement. This was especially

‘It’d be a loss.’

their high numbers. The king that the administrator knew would not come to the

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

shrewd Bears did not

about

“But you see…”

did not expect to be rescued

shrewd bastards knew

this. The Bears knew better than anybody else that they could not

Cale

faithful?

Tap. Tap.

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

Wolf tribe or

nor were they the Lion tribe who were proud of and attached

see Cale who was standing underneath a torch. He could also see

are the

started

Lions, they were the Bears. They were the tribe with the highest population because they were

“Act on your instincts.”

telling them to