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.”

let out a deep sigh and then got up from his seat as well.

“Young master-nim.”

who was watching Eruhaben work

It was Saint Jack.

fine for me to go to

“Yes. It is fine.”

“I see.”

hearing Cale's response. He had spoken much less since the

a lot on his mind. He had become even quieter after Cale told him about the

for a moment

what to do with

The black magic book.

had said that the owner would know that the

of my

he didn’t think he was the owner. There was a

I need right now, and I can always

the rest of the contents contained a

“Young master-nim.”

hearing someone else calling for

Mary

if she was hesitating, as well

to disguise yourself either. Let’s just change the color

use disguise magic

they had to live without hiding their spider

“That’s not it-”

Mary shook her head.

tilted his head to one

not that? Then what is

hesitated for a moment

been talking less mechanically these

of Death, do you think that I will be

‘That was it?’

slightly clenched her fists after seeing Cale nod his

of Death. The Queen of Death.

think about it yesterday because she was busy absorbing the dead mana, however, she had a lot on her mind now

was saying as he

you not been

Mary unclenched her fists.

didn’t think there was anybody who was not important

something so obvious? Aren’t

even

to do with

Death helped prepare the new plan, however, that was just a bit of

yesterday while looking at the still silent black robe. The stories that mayor Obante had shared with them passed through

nonchalantly added

become the Queen of

about the existence that

she knew as the Sage of Death

to understand everything about the darkness attribute, suppress black magic, and rise to the zenith of those with the darkness attribute. Such a person was the author of the book she

known about that

be that kind of

“…No.”

to be unrivaled in strength

Mary shook her head.

“Okay.”

could see Cale just nodding his

“…Is that okay?”

course that is

answered without

the Sage of Death, however,

in life in order

waved

stories and think, ‘oh, such a thing happened in

more than the regular Elves when it came to Dragons and legends. It was smart

the robe were

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

I heard those stories from grandfather as well. It is an old story, a

necromancer who died during the final

said that Mary had carried on that person's

one thing on

Queen of Death did for us, but I can’t let Mary

considered selfish and make her a terrible person to pick Mary

office to make her grandfather help her nephew Alberu, who was left alone in the palace, and why was she helping Mary

might be thinking, but she just wanted to live happily

and waved her hand similarly to

all of that now. Just let it in one ear and

was no reason to burden a child who had worked so hard already

That was Tasha’s belief.

silent for a moment before nodding her head. Her mechanical GPS-like voice

I like my neighbors

head

a nice place as well. A very

else interjected into their conversation

Underground City is

It was a Dragon.