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.

the

Star and Cale made eye contact

“Hmm.”

think for a

Swish-

body weakly flew

quickly

Grab.

caught

“Huff, huff.”

looked into Alberu’s eyes through the gap in the helmet as Alberu

my instructor

after hearing Alberu saying something like that with a shaky

is just like

“What? Ha, haha-”

he started

and he was

“Haha-, ugh!”

to stop laughing to cough up

at the White Star and asking. His voice

him go so

had released

responded as if it was

wouldn’t either the ancient Dragon or the black Dragon

Pat, pat.

that had turned black and dropped black ashes to

blood was still flowing through

before, but he

as if it

me from behind in order to save that crown

That’s right!

to Cale in his mind as Cale

fly up. I

approaching the White Star from behind

Cale started to speak.

“You're different than usual.”

“Mm. Who knows?”

White Star chuckled before continuing to

really angry the last

Star recalled the last time he saw

there. The White Star had been really angry as he watched

reflected

“What?”

Cale was shocked.

White Star truly had reflected on

had looked down on

he would not look down on him any

multiple bodies for a very long

was someone trying to stop

punk was shamelessly acting all shocked right

only one conclusion about this

to stop something we have been

was wrong as he made eye contact with

gaze was no longer just simply

He looks ready to

or to

that those

calm voice

once we retreated

who had possessed body after body to

could be his true

trying to stop

He then realized something.

Ancient powers.

said that people would find it difficult to gain even one

the Roan Kingdom after 1,000 years to find the last power

Cale Henituse possessed many

led him to one

has someone

a regular person if they had been helping Cale Henituse, who had

not one

conclusion that the Dragons, Choi Han, and everybody else around Cale did not seem to know that

who could

realized something

existence that could have helped Cale Henituse out for a long time without

“…Cale Henituse.”

Demonic race exists,

Gods exist.

Gods.

if it was a

has received

on the Roan Kingdom's side turned toward Cale. Their pupils were shaking

looked toward Cale in

the

weight of those words was

sound like something that could be found in a legend? The Knight Captain

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

on Cale’s mind at that

kind of nonsense is

loss for words at this sudden unbelievable

more like a calm and relaxed expression than an expression of disbelief to the

shocked Alberu sighed and shook his head after seeing

Star became certain after

of a god. Either that, or

was neither a Saint nor a

But it was clear.

World, this bastard has connections to a

of his lips

reason you and I had a lot of

and the

they were similar because they were both chosen by

both great beings. That is why we

White Star recalled the past

overcome numerous obstacles to head out into the

a very long

said that. However, it seemed more grim and

aura was surrounding

As for Cale…

of

He was flabbergasted.

worse the

Star was not