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.’

Dwarf chief slowly got up from his

Screeeech-

to the area opened

Han had opened. Rosalyn and Mary followed behind him. The soldiers, knights,

Screeech- Bang!

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

the other hand, Cale didn’t have time to just look at

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

seemed to be asking how he could do something big like that without saying anything to them in

a document out of his pocket and

about the Firebird. I just put into words what I had

‘Hooo.’

gasp and looked toward

prepare something

did not respond back. Rosalyn took that as something

now. I have a lot of things to do. I have things to finish with Miss

slowly moved next to

I’ll be heading out as well. I will

he did not need them anymore

the prison, Cale headed in the

toward the location of the

the underground

walked past the corridor

iron bars were

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

Grrrrr, grr-

that resembled the cries of

glaring at him

could

room at the end of the

the far end of

as soon as he approached

Bang!

actions of a thug,

were waiting outside the underground

“…What is it?”

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

could see the Bear leader staring at him

they had chained the

say that he was

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

she had heard

Bear tribe supposedly has a king that rules over them. The northern kingdoms have not seen the

Grrrrr, grr.

heard coming from many of the

Bears that

to threaten Cale and let

Yes, crying.

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

you think shrewd bastards would look like warriors because they pretended to be

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

Beast people referred to

addressing all of

live and he kneeled in front of me and banged

pupils

Dwarf tribe chief that the Bears had looked down upon.

was probably begging for

something for the Flame Dwarf tribe to

around the Bears changed. They started to

Dwarves earned

earned a chance at

for them to think that way. However, Cale had never

change in atmosphere and confidently continued

your king has chosen

react to that statement. This was especially true

‘It’d be a loss.’

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

cared about was a land for the Bears to live

the shrewd Bears did not expect

knew about this

“But you see…”

expect to be rescued did not mean that

shrewd bastards knew better than anybody

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

Cale

have Bears been faithful? Since

Tap. Tap.

close to the bars and observed the chained

tribe or the

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

could clearly see Cale who was standing underneath a torch. He could also see the sword master behind

are the

administrator started

they were the Bears. They were the tribe with the highest population

“Act on your instincts.”

was telling them to follow their instincts as