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 strength of those people

Cale made eye contact

“Hmm.”

seemed to think for a moment

Swish-

weakly flew through the

quickly

Grab.

Han caught the

“Huff, huff.”

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

instructor

Choi Han subconsciously responded after hearing Alberu

just like his little

“What? Ha, haha-”

before he started to

little brother Choi Han mentioned was Cale and he was

“Haha-, ugh!”

to stop laughing to

the White Star and asking. His

him go

had released

as if it was

the ancient Dragon or the black

Pat, pat.

arm that had turned black and dropped black ashes to the

still flowing through his

much less than before, but he

the White Star continued speaking as if

come to attack me

expression did not change. That’s right! Human! The White Star

to Cale in his mind as Cale flicked

Raon to fly up. I understand, human! I’ll move

had stealthily been approaching the White Star from behind quickly flew

Cale started to speak.

“You're different than usual.”

“Mm. Who knows?”

chuckled

was really angry the last time

White Star recalled the last

Star had been really angry

then reflected on

“What?”

Cale was shocked.

the White Star truly had reflected

looked down on Cale

would not look down

possessed multiple bodies

someone trying to

this punk was shamelessly acting

come up with only one conclusion

stop something we have

was wrong as he made eye contact with the

no longer just simply showing hostility toward

with his gaze? He looks ready to

live or

to show that

Star's calm voice

identity once we retreated from the

bastard who had possessed body after body to stop

be his true

was simply trying to stop him, what was the reason

He then realized something.

Ancient powers.

said that people would find it difficult to gain even one ancient

the White Star who had many helpers still had to come to the Roan Kingdom after 1,000 years

Cale Henituse possessed many ancient

led him to

has someone helping

been helping Cale Henituse, who had lived a very long time by possessing

not one of his current

everything so far came to the conclusion that the Dragons, Choi Han, and everybody else around Cale did not seem to know that he was

could

realized

an existence that could have helped Cale Henituse out for a

“…Cale Henituse.”

Demonic race exists,

Gods exist.

Gods.

a god

received the will of a

turned toward Cale. Their pupils were

looked toward Cale

the will

weight of those words

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

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

on Cale’s mind

kind of nonsense

sudden unbelievable proclamation that he was quietly staring at the

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

the shocked Alberu sighed and shook his head after seeing

became certain

bastard is definitely a messenger of a god. Either that,

a Saint nor a

But it was clear.

to the Demon World, this

his

was a reason you and I had a

the Demonic

similar because they were both chosen by

both chosen. In some aspects, we are both great beings. That

recalled

to head out

a very long

Star gently smiled as he said that. However, it seemed

aura was

As for Cale…

of nonsense is

He was flabbergasted.

getting worse the more he

was not