Trash of the Count's Family

“…I can’t even contact him.”

He was unable to contact crown prince Alberu right now.

It was not that he was avoiding Cale's calls on purpose. It just kept saying that his line was busy.

‘Just what the hell is he doing that his video communication device is constantly busy?’

Cale pushed this issue back by leaving a single lined message.

It was easier for him to move if people thought that he was dead anyway.

“Raon, pretend to be me and send messages back to the people who left messages.”

“Alright, human!”

The snickering Raon cutely nodded his head and Cale got up and looked at the group of people inside the tent.

Eruhaben, Mary, Choi Han, Saint Jack, Vice Captain Hilsman, and the Dark Elf Tasha.

Rosalyn and Litana were not here. The two of them were going to remain in the Jungle to restore it and to help make the rumor more believable.

Of course, the Dark Elf mayor Obante was going to stay behind and help them out with the Dark Elf warriors as well.

“Young master Cale, doesn’t it seem like his highness caused quite the scene?”

Tasha mockingly smiled as she walked next to Cale. Mary followed behind her.

Cale shook his head after seeing Tasha smile even more each time he said something negative about the crown prince.

‘She’s making fun of us.’

Tasha was definitely enjoying making fun of Cale and her nephew, Alberu.

Cale brushed this off before looking at Eruhaben.

“What is it?”

Eruhaben bluntly asked when he saw Cale's gaze, leading Cale to respond in kind.

“Please put a disguise on me.”

“Haaaaaaaaa.”

Eruhaben let out a deep sigh before touching his forehead. He then mumbled, ‘what an unlucky final year for me,’ before channeling his white gold aura.

“What and how should I change it? Just let me know.”

‘Oh?’

Cale felt as if he was facing the true majestic nature of a Dragon and decided to thoroughly put this ancient Dragon to work.

He pointed to Hilsman, Choi Han, and himself.

“Please give us brown eyes and brown hair.”

“…To all three of you?”

Cale nodded his head without much thought as Eruhaben asked back. It was best to not stand out as much as possible because they would need to move through the slums as well as different places in the Empire’s capital.

The Empire had a lot of people with brown hair.

“Yes sir. That will catch the least attention, don't you think so?”

“True.”

Snap. Snap. Snap.

The ancient Dragon snapped three times. Cale's eyes and hair changed color instantly. It was a much faster casting speed than Raon.

He heard Raon's voice as he was satisfied with Eruhaben’s work.

“You look like siblings?”

‘What?’

Cale turned his head. An oddly excited Hilsman started to shout.

“Young master-nim, having our hair the same brown color like this makes us look like siblings! Hahahaha! I am the great and mighty Shield-”

“Enough.”

Cale wanted to shut Hilsman up.

He didn't know what this punk had been up to, but the Jungle people who had been with Hilsman were all now looking at him with odd gazes.

Cale turned away from Hilsman and looked toward Choi Han. He was quietly looking at a mirror and touching his hair.

‘I guess he probably never really dyed his hair since he came here during his high school years.’

Cale stood up from his seat.

“Eruhaben-nim.”

“What is it?”

“Teleportation please.”

“Haaaa.”

sigh and then got up from his seat as well. He then started to create a teleportation

“Young master-nim.”

Eruhaben work turned toward someone

It was Saint Jack.

me to go

“Yes. It is fine.”

“I see.”

hearing Cale's response. He had spoken much

He had become even quieter after

a moment before touching his inner

what to do with this

The black magic book.

Obante had said that the owner would know that the book was

of my

he didn’t think he was the owner. There was a simple reason for

I need right now, and I can always pass

rest of the contents contained a boring manual about how

“Young master-nim.”

head after hearing someone else calling for

was Mary

she was hesitating, as

Let’s just change the color

use disguise magic

why they had to live

“That’s not it-”

Mary shook her head.

one side and thoroughly observed the

Then what

hesitated for a moment before

been talking less

the Queen of Death, do you think that I will be important in the

‘That was it?’

lightly nodded his head. Mary slightly clenched her fists after seeing

of Death. The Queen of Death. The

Obante. She wasn't able to think about it yesterday because she was busy absorbing the dead mana, however, she had a lot on her mind now that she was thinking about going to

was saying as he

you not

Mary unclenched her fists.

who was not important during the wars until

obvious? Aren’t we all here

believe that someone who could now even defeat Choi Han was saying something

the Empire have to do with the

information in the black magic book about the Queen of Death helped prepare the new

yesterday while looking at the still silent black robe. The stories

nonchalantly

you wish to become the Queen of

the existence that was pretty much

she knew as the Sage of

suppress black magic, and rise to the zenith of those with the darkness attribute. Such a person

had not known about

to be

“…No.”

be unrivaled in strength

Mary shook her head.

“Okay.”

could see Cale just nodding his

“…Is that okay?”

that

answered without

able to become a necromancer thanks to the Sage of Death, however, hasn’t she already done enough to satisfy

in life

waved

take the mayor-nim's stories and think, ‘oh,

Dark Elf who exaggerated even more than the regular Elves when it came to Dragons and legends. It was smart to just listen to it and take what you needed from

underneath the robe

was standing next to her, patted Mary's shoulders as she added

old story, a very old story. It’s also a story only the Dark Elves

necromancer who died during

then thought about how her grandfather had said that Mary had

one thing on her mind

thankful for the things that the Queen of Death did for us, but I

was the only thing on her mind. It could be considered selfish and make her a terrible person to pick Mary over saving the world, but she couldn’t

grandfather help her nephew Alberu, who was left alone

what anyone else might be thinking, but she just

waved her hand similarly to

of that now. Just let it in one

worked so hard already

That was Tasha’s belief.

for a moment before nodding her head.

our city. I like

head

Underground City was a nice

interjected into their conversation at that

Underground

It was a Dragon.