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

Screeeech-

the

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

Screeech- Bang!

at the disappearing Cale's

the other hand, Cale didn’t have time to

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

be asking how he

before taking a document out of

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

‘Hooo.’

held back a gasp

to prepare something

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

things to do. I have things to

moved next to

as well. I will be busy trying to create

them as he did not need them anymore

of them were heading out of the prison, Cale

was heading toward the location of the worst criminals

the

walked past the corridor

bars were clearly

other side of the cell. The large

Grrrrr, grr-

sounds that resembled the

were glaring at him in the darkness as the light of the torch

could not hold

last room at the end

at the

leg as soon as he approached

Bang!

the actions of a

the soldiers were

“…What is it?”

the wall at this

the Bear leader staring at him from

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

they say that he

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

shared the information she had heard from the northern

them. The northern kingdoms have not seen the king, however, there

Grrrrr, grr.

heard coming from

imprisoned Bears

were crying as if to threaten Cale and let him know

Yes, crying.

cries of the scared animals. That was why he started to

bastards would look like warriors because they pretended to be

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

other Beast

addressing all of the Bears in

wanted to live and he kneeled

pupils started

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

was probably begging for

for the Flame Dwarf tribe

around the Bears changed. They

Flame Dwarves earned a

earned a chance at

them to think that way. However, Cale had never promised the Dwarves anything

atmosphere and confidently

looks like your king has

react to that statement. This was especially true for

‘It’d be a loss.’

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

for the Bears to live on and a kingdom for him to

shrewd Bears did not expect any

knew about this

“But you see…”

that they did not expect to be rescued did not

knew better

they would die for nothing if they died like this. The Bears knew better than anybody

Cale asked them a

faithful? Since when have Bears been

Tap. Tap.

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

tribe or the Lion

themselves for their pack and family, nor

Bear administrator who was in the darkness could clearly see Cale who was standing underneath a torch. He could also see

the

started

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

“Act on your instincts.”

was telling them to follow their instincts as