Trash of the Count's Family

Cale observed the Dragon half-blood's shaking eyes with a stoic expression.

‘I have no reason.’

He had no reason to sympathize with the Dragon half-blood’s emotions. Who didn't have stories in their lives? Cale had not forgotten the crazed anger in the Dragon half-blood's eyes as he aimed for Raon who was unconscious as he was going through his first growth phase.

Forget.

That was a word that Kim Rok Soo did not use many times in his life. However, it was a word that the Dragon half-blood was familiar with.

His shaking mouth slowly opened to speak.

“My memories are not complete.”

The Dragon half-blood recalled his first memory.

It was the memory of a dark cave. Of course, his eyes quickly became accustomed to the darkness as he did not have regular human eyes.

“My first memory is about a dark cave.”

The Dragon half-blood clenched his shaking hands together.

Inside that darkness where he couldn’t even see himself…

“I was in pain at the time.”

It was different than the severe pain he felt right now, but he had continuously felt pain back then.

“It was because I was in the process of becoming a chimera.”

A Dragon was being mixed into a human's body. The Dragon half-blood's body was being restructured at that time.

“I was turning into a monster that was neither a human nor a Dragon.”

He didn't remember how painful it had been. Through that pain, the Dragon half-blood had only waited for the man in the white mask who visited him the most.

The torch that the man brought with him had been his only source of light. It was also his only source of heat.

“The White Star would come and quietly look at me for a while before leaving. Now that I think about it, he probably came to observe me. He wanted to see if the creature that he had created was growing properly.”

The Dragon half-blood had not known who the man in the white mask was back then.

He was in so much pain that he didn't have time to wonder about the man’s identity nor even his own identity. He was very young at the time. The pain alone was enough to fill the child’s mind.

“One day, a terrible pain filled my body.”

That was the last step.

That was the last step for him to turn into a complete chimera.

“I recalled something as I suffered through that pain.”

The Dragon half-blood opened and closed his mouth a few times before continuing to speak.

“That memory was not a memory I had as a Dragon half-blood, but one of my memories as a human.”

It was not his first memory as the Dragon half-blood.

It was a memory from when he was still human.

“It was just a single memory.”

He had recalled a specific incident.

“…I had coincidentally run into the White Star nine hundred years ago. I presume it was during his second or third reincarnation.”

Cale who was quietly listening twitched his eyebrow.

‘If it is as the Dragon half-blood described, then it was his life that was right after his life as the last Dragon Slayer or the life after that.’

Based on the time frame, it needed to be around there for the Dragon half-blood who has lived for 900 years to have met the White Star who has reincarnated for 1,000 years.

Cale had his hands interlocked as he looked toward the Dragon half-blood. The Dragon half-blood continued to speak while still holding his shaking hands together.

“At that time, the White Star visited my, no, the village that I lived in as a human. He gave a lot of food to the children and played with us.”

The Dragon half-blood's eyes lowered.

“However, he was probably looking for children like me who had the body he needed to create monsters like me. Experiments that won't die even if he channeled a Dragon's power into us.”

The Dragon half-blood bit down on his lips.

“And the village that the human me lived in was very poor. It was a slum outside the city. He gave me a lot of food and told me a lot of exciting stories at that time.”

His heart was roaring as he continued to recall these memories.

"And then…”

The Dragon half-blood's mouth stopped shaking.

A dull voice came out of his mouth.

“And then, my real parents sold me off to the White Star.”

He could still remember how his parents had pushed him toward the White Star after receiving a gold coin from him with two hands.

The final stage before he became a complete chimera…

The only memory that popped up during that terrible pain was the memory of that incident.

How terrible must that have been…

How terrible must that have been that he only remembered that incident?

Friends from when he was young? Faces of his siblings?

He didn’t remember any of that. That incident was the only memory he had during his life as a human.

it very,

was being sold off at that time. However, he feigned ignorance and

the thing that ended up in his hand was the

the White Star's hand and headed toward the forest. The Dragon half-blood had looked back at the village for a while before resigning

‘Are you my father?’

my father

like this usually ended up being sold again as slaves or died. That was why

‘I'm not sure.’

gently to him even though he had purchased him with money. However, it was only his voice that

about it however

after coming out of the swamp of memory had looked at the White Star smiling in front of him as he started

“…Father.”

is my

become my father. He said to think about it however he liked,

treat him as my father in the end. I couldn't be accepted as

was because he could

through the second growth phase. He was a

Dragon half-blood. I had become a chimera. The

see the pupils that started

in a hoarse voice. He repeated what the

Dragon's heart into

moment he heard those words. The Dragon half-blood

the last Dragon Lord. So, you will definitely become a great Dragon. Become a Dragon and succeed me.

held back a

The red Dragon’s heart.

the last Dragon

were enough to give

questions had been

has Raon's sibling’s

started to feel a headache coming. His temples were

Raon's sibling Dragon in order to use his heart

a few more Dragon hearts

“…Haaa.”

as he brushed his face

to share his frustrations with the Dragon

this bastard was

end, there was only

you motherf*cking

bastard die a peaceful death. He needed to make sure the White Star died a

“Tell me more.”

he was telling him to keep talking if there was anything

“I…”

The Dragon half-blood continued.

The White Star took me with him because I was able to tell which Dragons were strong enough to become Dragon Lords or

taken the Dragon half-blood around with him and killed the strong Dragons himself or ordered the Dragon half-blood to

hand and cut him

“Not that.”

“…Huh?”

Tell me what

“Ah.”

Cale Henituse was calmly chatting with him. The reason he was chatting like this with someone like him who tried to kill him, his friends, and his people was because

envious of the young Dragon but continued

Boom. Boom. Boom.

started to beat wildly and shake as he started to think about

about him as well. He was the middle-grade Arm member you

tell Cale

stealthily given Redika the orders to throw it away as well as how Redika told him that he had thrown it away in a cave.

“Ha!”

He started to speak toward

it with

“Yes.”

toward the Dragon half-blood who looked intimidated

end up like

to the Western

His emotions were a mess right now. He looked toward the Dragon

told Redika to throw it away in a clear forest with a nice breeze in the Western

“……Yes.”

an illusion

“……Yes.”

every so often if he threw it away properly? You

to confirm that

“Ho.”

looked at the Dragon half-blood in

away? That’s hiding

half-blood bastard such a silly fool? However, he could understand why the Dragon half-blood

‘Aigoo, my head.’

grabbed his forehead with one hand as he started to

by now you know

“…I know.”

bit down on

had been about two years since Redika died. He had said that the egg had not hatched yet. But this black Dragon was six years old

Raon Miru! I am six years

that he had been tricked by Redika. The Dragon half-blood heard Cale's calm voice in

black egg. The egg soon hatched, and it was chained in an underground cave for four years living a life of torture

half-blood suddenly thought about the term, ‘rearing animals.’ He too had been reared like an animal by

speaking as he

he didn't learn anything he should have learned as a Dragon. There were mana-restricting chains around his neck. He had

and closed his mouth a few times

talking about

who was so innocent, happy, and seemed to have grown up full of

imprisoned, and tortured like

he looked into

is he my Dragon? Is he an

sighed before casually adding

the red Dragon that is stuffed into your

half-blood lowered

“Haaa, so frustrating.”