Trash of the Count's Family

Pat, pat.

Cale patted Choi Han’s shoulder before getting off his back.

He then looked around.

‘This is driving me nuts.’

Cale barely managed to stop himself from frowning.

It was unexpected that the Tiger tribe and Lock were on the battlefield.

However, he thought that it was quite a smart decision to get them here. At least on the power side, that is.

‘They all look terrible.’

However, none of them looked good.

The Tiger tribe looked as if they were burned by something while the Royal Knights Brigade looked like a mess.

That wasn’t it…

“Young master-nim!”

Lock who was smiling brightly and innocently toward him looked as if he had injuries covering every inch of his body.

How did he get so injured while using a shield that was even taller than him?

“…You put a child in such a condition?”

Choi Han peeked toward Lock after hearing Cale’s mumbling.

He was not even twenty years old, but Lock was the tallest of them here.

Based on his physique alone, he would be the leader.

In the end, Cale could not help but have a wrinkle on his face.

That single wrinkle soon became many. He was frowning quite furiously.

"Damn it. Why did the supposed future king get beaten up the most?”

Alberu Crossman.

It was because he saw Alberu’s current state.

His skin and face were covered by his helmet and armor, but it made his current condition even more visible rather than hiding it.

His hands and feet were shaking, probably because he had pushed himself too hard, while the small amount of skin that should have been visible because the helmet was slightly lifted was not visible because it was covered in blood.

How could he not get angry in such a situation?

“Haaaaa.”

Cale brushed his face with hands.

He couldn't see the crown prince's face under the helmet, but he was certain that Alberu was currently in his quarter Dark Elf appearance.

Why else would this man be covering his face?

He was someone who always showed off his handsome face.

"Why the hell did you get beaten to a pulp like this? You shouldn't have come out here if you thought you could get beaten up this bad.”

Cale had mumbled out of frustration, but he had realized that Alberu made the decision after realizing that he was the only one who could step forward.

That was why he was frustrated and acting this way.

He looked toward Alberu whose shoulders were moving up and down as if he was breathing heavily before starting to speak to the White Star standing behind Alberu.

“Take your damn hands off. Can’t you hear me?”

Cale observed the White Star's eyes through the cracked mask. The White Star stared at Cale before starting to speak.

“How did you return so quickly?”

“Is that any of your damn business?”

The White Star slightly shook his head at Cale’s brusque response and did not say anything else.

Cale's eyes furrowed as he watched.

‘This is weird. Why is this bastard still so calm? Usually, this is when he would say something like, ‘you dare!’ and get annoyed.’

In fact, forget being annoyed, he would be extremely angry and ask how Cale managed to escape from the northern mountain on the Eastern continent.

But for some odd reason, the White Star did not have much response.

His calm voice gave off an ominous feeling.

Cale then heard a noise by his ears.

Boom- boom- boooom-

He had been hearing these drums for a while.

Cale's eyes moved before they froze.

Some of the people wearing the grey robe were beating the drums.

They were all wearing either robes or priest uniforms and covering their faces with their hoods.

However, the clothes looked familiar.

‘…The Marquis!’

The Marquis he met on the Eastern continent's northern mountain who supposedly served the Demonic race…

He had worn similar clothing.

‘Are they his subordinates?’

He recalled how that Marquis controlled an odd power that was stronger than the ancient Dragon.

He also knew that the power was related to the Demon World or the Demonic race.

Boom- Booooom! Boom- boom boom!

The drumming continued to get louder.

‘I have a bad feeling about this.’

Cale was feeling nervous seeing the calm White Star and hearing the drumming.

know how to gauge the strength of those people who served the

White Star and Cale made eye contact once

“Hmm.”

for a moment before

Swish-

body weakly flew

Han quickly

Grab.

caught

“Huff, huff.”

looked into Alberu’s eyes through the gap in

instructor is

subconsciously responded after hearing Alberu saying something like that with

disciple-nim is just

“What? Ha, haha-”

he started to

Choi Han mentioned was Cale and he was

“Haha-, ugh!”

stop laughing to cough

the White Star and asking. His voice

him

Star had released

as

the ancient Dragon or the black Dragon

Pat, pat.

had turned black and dropped black ashes to the

blood was still

much less than before, but he was

continued speaking as if it did not bother him at

Dragon would come to attack me from behind in

That’s right! Human!

spoke to Cale in

I understand, human! I’ll

who had stealthily been approaching the White Star from behind

Cale started to speak.

“You're different than usual.”

“Mm. Who knows?”

Star chuckled

really angry the last time I

the last time he saw

White Star had been really angry

reflected on

“What?”

Cale was shocked.

White Star truly had reflected

looked down on Cale

not look down on

who has possessed multiple bodies for a very long

was someone trying

shamelessly acting all shocked right

come up with only one conclusion about

are someone trying to stop something we

something was wrong as he made eye contact

longer just simply showing hostility toward

looks ready to fight a battle

or to

seemed to show that those were the

Star's calm voice

identity once

possessed body after body

be

simply trying to stop him, what was the reason for

He then realized something.

Ancient powers.

people would find it difficult to gain even

to come to the Roan Kingdom after 1,000 years to

possessed many

about that led

someone

helping Cale Henituse,

that helper is not one of his current

conclusion that the Dragons, Choi Han, and

could

realized something

that could have helped Cale Henituse

“…Cale Henituse.”

race

Gods exist.

Gods.

if it was a god that

has received the

side turned toward Cale. Their pupils were shaking as

looked toward Cale in

who has received the

weight of those words

that could be found in a legend? The Knight Captain subconsciously

of the few people who had seen Cale’s formidable strength with

on

of nonsense

loss for words at this sudden unbelievable proclamation that he was quietly staring at the White

his expression seemed more like a calm and relaxed expression than an expression of

shocked Alberu sighed and

certain after

a messenger of a god. Either that, or he was someone who has received the will of a

a Saint

But it was clear.

World, this bastard has connections to

his lips

was a reason you and I

and the Demonic

similar because they were

In some aspects, we are both great beings. That is why

recalled

had overcome numerous obstacles to head out into the world

a very long time for this

it seemed more grim and determined than gentle to

aura was

As for Cale…

kind of nonsense

He was flabbergasted.

worse the

White Star was not done just