Trash of the Count's Family

“Grr… you’re annoyingly persistent.”

The Cat tribe leader was trying to catch his breath while frowning at Ron.

“Huuuuuu.”

Ron’s breath was also slightly heavy. His face was calm but his back was full of sweat. The old man’s eyes observed the berserk tribe leader.

“I’ve heard stories about berserk Cats but this is my first time seeing it in person.”

Berserk transformations were different based on the attributes of the Beast tribe.

Some of them, such as Tigers and Wolves, grew bigger and their strength increased exponentially. There were also transformations like the Whale tribe’s where there were no physical changes but a medium was used to increase their strength.

The Cats had their own unique transformation as well.

‘First, their whole body becomes covered in fur.’

Their body didn’t grow bigger like the Wolves but there were some physical changes.

‘Most importantly, they become extremely agile and don’t make any noises in their movements.’

They moved very quickly and didn’t make any noise when their feet touched the ground as they moved. This berserk transformation was probably why the Cats were known for being stealthy.

The tribe leader smirked while looking at Ron observing him.

“Keke. You sound very tired.”

Ron didn’t respond to the tribe leader. It was the truth.

Ron had barely caught up to the tribe leader.

“So persistent. Such annoyingly persistent old bastards.”

The tribe leader commented while looking around.

“How they hell do none of you groan even after getting hurt? Your venomous aura should decrease with age but your eyes are all boiling with venomous aura.”

The reason Ron was able to catch up to the tribe leader…

“…….”

“…….”

It was thanks to the people from the Molan Household surrounding the tribe leader.

Whether it was their arm or leg… They were all bleeding with injuries here and there but none of them had released a single groan.

“…You pestering bugs.”

On the way here… Attacks that made the Cats who were running away with the tribe leader stop temporarily or forever had continued all around the forest.

They were all attacks by the Molan household.

They were so persistent in chasing the Cats that they forced the Cats to split up and escape in different directions.

Ron responded with a stoic expression on his face.

“You’re left all alone thanks to those so called pestering bugs.”

“Ugh!”

The tribe leader frowned.

The Cat that was taken down by Ron’s dagger just moments ago was the last one who had been escaping with the tribe leader.

Ron had heard Dodori shouting behind him the moment before he jumped into the forest.

‘Cale fainted! It’s serious!’

On and Hong had run off earlier than he did and did not hear it. Ron realized that there was not much time. He needed to take care of the enemies as quickly as possible before returning to the Roan Kingdom.

Shhhhh.

Ron raised his hand and the people from the Molan household who had not made a single noise disappeared into the fog at his signal.

“Hmph.”

The Cat tribe leader scoffed as if he found them ridiculous but still prepared for their attacks.

Oooooo– oooooo–

There was an eerie noise and the fog around them started to roar.

“Grrrrrrr. Did you really think you could survive after stepping into my domain?”

The tribe leader’s fog ability… Adding on his extremely improved speed and soundless movement from his berserk transformation…

Those two together made it so that coming into the fog domain of a berserk Fog Cat was pretty much asking to be killed.

However, he soon frowned.

“…These crazy bastards!”

The rest of the Molan household other than Ron who had disappeared into the fog moved away from the tribe leader.

The tribe leader quickly swung the dagger in his hand.

Claaaaang!

Ron’s dagger and the tribe leader’s dagger slammed into each other and made a terrible noise.

They were inside the tribe leader’s thick fog. However, the tribe leader could see Ron’s face clearly because he was the master of this fog.

Ron was smiling.

“I’m pretty sure I said I was going to kill you, you bastard.”

“…Is that why you sent your damn subordinates elsewhere?”

“That’s right.”

The tribe leader frowned.

Ron should not be able to see him inside this thick fog. But he was looking right at him. What was going on?

“……!”

The tribe leader then saw a faint red light in his fog and urgently looked behind him.

He could see a red fog trying extremely hard to break into his fog domain.

Small amounts of it were able to push its way into his fog domain.

‘Those motherfucking mutant bastards!’

This was definitely On and Hong’s fog.

Not just that, this was poisonous fog.

That red fog must be telling this damn Molan patriarch about his location.

The tribe leader started sweating.

He had seen the fog that had covered about half of the mountain as he ran away earlier.

‘…How the hell can a twelve year old create such fog?! How can she be so similar to her father-?!’

On and Hong’s father, the former tribe leader, was extremely weak physically compared to the other Cats because he could not go berserk.

The Cats were also a tribe that had to fight. Stealthiness and movement were the two most important things when it came to assassination.

However, the former tribe leader’s fog ability was much stronger than anybody else his age.

Do you really think that the fog of an inferior punk will be able

Oooooo– oooooo–

quite thick fitting his title as the current

that faint red fog, even dust could not make it into this

could see

made no noise even though his feet were stepping on

Slaaash-!

came flying at him even as he was

does he know

could see Ron’s dagger that was

quickly blocked Ron’s

‘Fuck!’

not say anything and just changed directions. It was to aim for Ron’s side since Ron should not

Bang!

that attack with the dagger

other hand that aimed

Baaaaang! Bang!

thick fog… The tribe leader and

“Unbelievable!’

Ron was able to accurately block his attack and launch another attack when he should be the only one who could see in

‘Holy shit, how?!’

to pester away to take

only

fog was not here

how was this old bastard moving as if

daggers aiming for him. He had to

Baaaaang! Clang! Claaaaang!

of their daggers clashing ripped

crap! Why the fuck is an old man so

forehead

Dagger arts. Strength.

starting to surpass

did not grow stronger when they went berserk.

‘Unbelievable!’

was holding his dagger

he didn’t have time to pay attention

attack me when he

silent footsteps… There was also the Fog Cat Tribe’s fog. The tribe leader had achieved victory over and over using these

answer since all three things

Claaaaang!

“Ugh!”

finally could not help but groan while pushing away a dagger headed

moment the silence was

“How?!”

while looking at

it?! Are you able to see me?! What magic

entire body was covered in sweat but he said a single word with a calm expression on

“Breath.”

“What?”

care about the tribe leader’s response and immediately started

“Ugh!”

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

started once again. Ron focused as much as

battle against the Cats at Sheritt’s Castle

had been training to go up against the

training had been

‘Find the enemy’s opening.’

different manner

for an assassin

mattered was how well they could aim for an

the important

found the

Rustle.

couldn’t help but make noises whenever he moved. But the Cat

leader always made

was the sound of his

noises breathing in and breathing out. Ron followed that noise

is slowly getting

dagger and sharpened his senses day after day. His aging body was trying to make his hearing get worse but Ron continued to remember a certain moment

the moment

running away with the young

for survival… Running to save

the enemies. The scariest thing at that time was the noises of people

symbolized that enemies who would kill him and his son were getting

days where he had to cover his mouth and his son’s mouth despite their heavy breathing while shaking in

to completely restore his senses to be as sharp as it

Claaaaang!

“This motherfucking old bastard!”

Drip. Drip.

sweat dripped down the side of Ron’s face and fell down from his

used a lot of his mental fortitude to

then smirked toward the tribe leader who should be

it would have been difficult if you got stronger after

leader’s eyes

accepted that he could not run away or hide in the fog and chose to put everything on

“I’ll kill you!”

ounce of

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

after seeing that Ron was extremely

this! You’ll be the first to die,

could see a

foot

Pow!

to block his kick

Boom!

a loud noise and the tribe leader saw the slightly stiffened expression on Ron’s face before immediately moving his dagger toward Ron’s

“Time to finish this!”

benign smile appeared on Ron’s face as soon as

“Who knows?”

subconsciously questioned what might

are

everything he knew other than assassination skills to the

Rustle.

very quiet noise reached the

was above

heard it from the leaves on

Ron’s attacks that were at a higher level than he had expected and the sound of their daggers clashing had been so loud that… He did

‘An intruder!’

tribe leader finally realized someone was in

intruder land on the ground

Slaaash-!

something being

hearing the

You, you-”

sharp had slashed his ankle and revealed the

always have to be careful of what’s underneath your

the voice of the

across trees and stealthily approached him, smiled the

small but sharp claws that were full of poison left some not too deep yet not too shallow marks on the tribe leader’s

Drip. Drip.

poison was dripping from

“You shithead-, ugh!”

leader who tried to swing his dagger toward Hong stumbled as the world

his

Slaaaash-

even more and the black poison

You, you-!”

plopped down on the ground and felt as if he was suffocating

Black poison.

most

fog. Rustle. Rustle.