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 kneeling

Screeeech-

the area opened

soldiers, knights, and mages who had

Screeech- Bang!

continued to stare at the disappearing Cale's

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

“Miss Rosalyn.”

“Huuuuu, yes?”

looking toward Cale. Her gaze seemed to be asking how he could do something big

expression before taking a document out of his pocket

put into words what I had

‘Hooo.’

a gasp

prepare something like

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

a lot of things to do. I have things to

next to

I

nonchalantly waived at them as he did not need

out of the prison, Cale headed in the opposite direction,

of the worst

the

past the corridor

bars were

see the chained individuals on the other side of the cell. The

Grrrrr, grr-

resembled

on a twisted smile after looking toward the individuals who were glaring at him in the darkness

gazes could not hold

reached the last room at the end of the underground

located at the far end of the

leg as soon as he approached the

Bang!

iron bars. Although this looked like the actions of a thug, only the prisoners, Choi

soldiers were waiting

“…What is it?”

wall at this last cell could be heard. It

could see the Bear leader staring at him from within the

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

that he was a mid-level

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

the information she had

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

Grrrrr, grr.

sighed at the growls he heard coming from many of

was all of the imprisoned Bears

Cale and let him know that

Yes, crying.

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

would look like

The crying immediately stopped.

A shrewd tribe.

way other Beast

addressing all of

Chief Kanelle if he wanted to live and he kneeled

pupils started

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

begging for

something for the Flame Dwarf tribe

around the Bears changed. They started to

Flame Dwarves earned

earned a chance at

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

the change in atmosphere

like your king has

that statement. This was

‘It’d be a loss.’

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

for the Bears to live

why the shrewd Bears did not expect any help from

knew about this as

“But you see…”

that they did not expect to be rescued did not mean that

bastards knew better than anybody

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

Cale asked them

when have Bears been faithful? Since when

Tap. Tap.

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

tribe or the Lion

the Wolves who would sacrifice themselves for their pack and family, nor were they the Lion tribe who were

who was standing underneath a torch.

the Bear

administrator started

were not the Wolves nor the Lions, they were the Bears. They were

“Act on your instincts.”

to follow their