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.

how to gauge the strength of those people who served

Cale made eye contact once

“Hmm.”

for a moment before he moved

Swish-

body weakly flew through

quickly ran

Grab.

Han caught the

“Huff, huff.”

to breathe. He looked into Alberu’s eyes through the gap in the helmet

instructor

Han started to frown. Choi Han subconsciously responded after hearing

disciple-nim is just

“What? Ha, haha-”

he

Choi Han mentioned was Cale and he was scolding

“Haha-, ugh!”

had to stop laughing to cough

him before looking back at the White

him

released Alberu

as if

the ancient Dragon or the black Dragon have come

Pat, pat.

arm that had turned black and dropped black ashes

still

before, but he was still

if it did

the black Dragon would come to attack me from behind in order to save that crown prince bastard. Am I

change. That’s right!

Cale in his mind

a signal for Raon to fly up. I understand, human! I’ll move away from the White

approaching the White Star

Cale started to speak.

“You're different than usual.”

“Mm. Who knows?”

White Star chuckled before continuing to

was really angry the last time I

Star recalled the last

The underground city located there. The White Star had been really angry as he watched that city crumble

then reflected on

“What?”

Cale was shocked.

Star truly

down on

he would not look down on him

multiple bodies for a

trying

punk was shamelessly acting

only one conclusion about this

years. You are someone trying to stop something we have been planning

wrong as he made eye contact with

no longer just simply

ready to fight

or to

show that those

Star's calm

once we retreated

who had possessed body after body

be his true

was simply trying to stop

He then realized something.

Ancient powers.

difficult to

the Roan Kingdom after 1,000 years to

possessed

about that led him to

has someone helping

a regular person if they had been helping

not one

to the conclusion that the Dragons, Choi Han,

could

then realized something

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

“…Cale Henituse.”

race exists,

Gods exist.

Gods.

was a

are someone who has received the will of a

side turned toward Cale. Their pupils were shaking as they

toward

the will of a

of those

be found in a legend? The Knight Captain subconsciously gulped as he

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

was the thought on

of nonsense

loss for words at this sudden unbelievable proclamation that

like a calm and relaxed expression than

and shook

became certain

that, or he was someone who has received the

neither a Saint

But it was clear.

Demon World, this

his

and I had a lot

and the

because they were

some aspects, we are both great beings. That

recalled

out into

have waited a very long time for this

However, it seemed more grim and determined than gentle to the

aura was surrounding

As for Cale…

of

He was flabbergasted.

worse the more he

was