Trash of the Count's Family

“It is right here.”

They were at a tower with no windows slightly away from the central palace.

There were quite a lot of knights and soldiers surrounding the tower and guarding the only entrance inside.

Crown prince Alberu pointed at the door.

“The underground prison is located underneath this tower.”

“Thank you for guiding me here.”

Nobody dared to openly look at Alberu and Cale who were casually chatting. Human! They are all peeking at you!

However, all of the soldiers, knights, and even the palace officials in the distance were focused on Cale and Alberu.

It was because this was a meeting between two people who would be the Roan Kingdom’s pillars for a long time.

Alberu casually commented at that moment as if it was nothing.

“Young master Cale, I guess everybody was curious to see if you were still alive? They keep peeking at you.”

The knight standing right outside the tower entrance flinched.

There had been rumors about how he was in a coma or dead since Cale's battle at the Jungle such that many people in the Roan Kingdom were still talking about him.

So, it was obvious that they would all focus on him today, especially because he came to the underground prison with Alberu.

Alberu leisurely continued to speak.

“Not everybody working in the palace are my people, so I'm sure that many nobles will know about your condition soon enough.”

Cale had a stoic expression as Alberu laughed, but the knights and soldiers nearby could not be at peace listening to this statement.

Alberu was saying that there were people in the palace who were providing information to other nobles.

The crown prince looked around at the knights nearby before casually commenting once again.

“Well, I'm sure you will all do what you have to do. Isn’t that right?”

Alberu looked at Cale and smiled brightly. Cale held back his sigh after seeing the crown prince’s public smile.

‘How wicked.’

Cale had to hold himself back from shaking his head at Alberu’s actions.

Alberu Crossman currently had the Roan Kingdom’s greatest Mage Brigade under his command. Furthermore, although he had no backing behind him as the first prince, he was well-respected by the knights as a high-grade swordsman.

The fact that someone like that was acting like this right now meant that some of the knights here were providing information to one of the more powerful nobles in the Kingdom.

‘He really is good at his work.’

Cale knew Alberu would run a tight ship as king since Alberu didn’t show even the smallest of openings as he was leading Cale around.

However, Cale just smiled modestly and responded.

“Of course. How can everybody not do their jobs well when we are around you, our future sun, your highness?”

“Haha, I knew we understood each other well. Hahahaha.”

‘Thank you for feeling that way, your highness. Hahaha!”

Cale and Alberu both laughed out loud. …Both of you are laughing so weirdly.

Of course, Cale was just playing along with Alberu’s act.

“Open the door.”

“Yes, your highness!”

The still laughing Alberu gave the order and two knights quickly opened the door to the tower leading down to the underground prison.

“Be safe down there. I must go take care of business.”

“Thank you very much, your highness.”

Cale slightly bowed toward Alberu and walked into the underground prison. I'm coming too!

The invisible Raon was naturally with him.

Craaaackle.

Cale could see burning torches as soon as he entered the tower.

Screeeech- boom!

The door closed.

Cale did not look up, but down at the bottom of the tower.

He could see a staircase going down that never seemed to end. There were knights and soldiers located at set intervals all the way down.

They were the ones who guarded the underground prison.

Cale received silent greetings from them as he slowly headed down the stairs.

He recalled Alberu’s explanation.

the underground prison. There are five cells there and three of those cells each have one person in them

three people imprisoned on the lowest floor

were captured during the Roan Kingdom's battle against the Indomitable Alliance. They had all been caught in

was

Tap. Tap.

only sounds in

continued to walk down this deep and endless

the fake

were covered, and magic was cast on

only things that that were left open were

‘Fuck! Fuck!’

only thing Syrem had been thinking about lately were curse

not

with the invasion of the Henituse territory and then the Roan Kingdom's Northeastern

been waiting for the day he

he had lost his

haven’t they killed

was still

that the Roan Kingdom had won the war as

that he

why had they still not

when it was day or night in this underground prison. He had no way of knowing how much time had passed. It was more

course, he had thought that he might be able to live because nothing had happened to him for a long time. He had the tiniest of hope of making it out alive. Even if

he had soon let

knows how long

someone walking down

before the

at Syrem and asked

you have any hope

Crossman. It was the future king of the Roan

how Alberu had asked that question

is a chance of

given up hope after hearing

been left alone

for me

kingdom would let someone who tried to get rid of them

when it was someone who held no value

citizens of the kingdom would revolt if they

they should just

was at that

Tap, tap.

sound of footsteps coming

Tap, tap.

Syrem became anxious.

just one

like when the crown prince had come down last

Tap, tap.

one set

could be going

Who could it be?’

thoughts filled

crown prince coming down to tell me

like that would ever happen. He wasn’t worth anything for someone

was

two wardens and at least one guard

could

not fathom who it might

a person from deep down in his

the one who will decide

the white crown. Syrem shook his

Tap, tap.

footsteps slowly

‘Let’s forget about it.’

forget about Cale

Screeeech.

iron cell door starting to

Tap, tap.

footsteps became even

Click!

stopped right

at this

at that

Shhh.

were slowly and gently removed.

open his eyes after not hearing the person speak nor

blinding as he was in a dark underground prison, but

could

a white

man in a white mask in front

also see red

“M, my liege?”

quickly called out

mask, red hair, and brown

the white

heart

They were too dark.