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 from his kneeling

Screeeech-

door to the

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!

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

have time to

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

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

taking a document out of his pocket

what I had in mind,

‘Hooo.’

gasp and looked toward

isn’t like him to prepare something like

did not respond back. Rosalyn took

things to do. I have things to finish with

slowly moved next to Rosalyn and added

well. I

as he did not need them anymore and quickly started

two of them were heading out of the prison,

of the

was the

corridor with

bars

side of the cell. The large floor of the

Grrrrr, grr-

that resembled the cries of

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

gazes could not

at the

located at the far end of the

leg as soon as he approached

Bang!

this looked like the actions of

were

“…What is it?”

of the individual who was chained to the wall at this last cell could be heard. It was a cracked and dry

leader staring at him from within the

However, they had chained the enemy leader like this so that it would

that he was a mid-level

in the Gorge of Death

shared the information she had

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

Grrrrr, grr.

heard coming

Bears

as if to threaten Cale and

Yes, crying.

That was why he started to speak

think shrewd bastards would look like warriors because they pretended to

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

other Beast

looked at the administrator before addressing all of the

to live and he kneeled

administrator’s pupils

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

was probably begging for his

the Flame

atmosphere around the Bears

Flame Dwarves

a chance

natural for them to think that way. However, Cale had never promised the Dwarves anything and instead had

atmosphere and confidently continued to

king

not seem to 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

for the Bears to live on and

the shrewd Bears did not expect any

about this

“But you see…”

to be rescued did not mean that they

shrewd bastards knew

nothing if they died like this. The Bears knew better than anybody else that they could

was why Cale asked them

have Bears been faithful? Since when

Tap. Tap.

the iron bars. He pushed his head close

tribe or

were not the Wolves who would sacrifice themselves for their pack and family, nor were they

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

the

administrator started

were the tribe with the highest

“Act on your instincts.”

to follow