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.

fog of an inferior punk

Oooooo– oooooo–

his title as the current

red fog, even dust could not make it

tribe leader, the only one who could see in

noise even though

Slaaash-!

flying at him even as he was

he know

could see Ron’s dagger that was

blocked Ron’s

‘Fuck!’

and just changed directions. It was to aim for Ron’s side

Bang!

his body and blocked that attack with the dagger in his

his other

Baaaaang! Bang!

thick fog… The tribe

“Unbelievable!’

to accurately block his attack and launch another attack when he should be the

‘Holy shit, how?!’

continued to pester away to take

area only has

here and

old bastard moving as if

for him. He had to

Baaaaang! Clang! Claaaaang!

daggers clashing

fuck is

leader’s forehead

Dagger arts. Strength.

surpass the tribe leader

grow stronger when they

‘Unbelievable!’

that was holding his dagger

he didn’t have time to pay attention

to attack

was also the Fog Cat Tribe’s fog. The tribe leader had achieved victory over and over using these three things to take away the enemy’s

he had no answer since all three things were not working

Claaaaang!

“Ugh!”

help but groan while

moment

“How?!”

while looking at

the hell did you do it?! Are you able to see me?! What

man’s entire body was covered in sweat but he said a single word

“Breath.”

“What?”

about the tribe leader’s

“Ugh!”

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

started once again. Ron focused as much as possible

battle against the

to go up against the Fog Cat Tribe ever since

had

‘Find the enemy’s opening.’

stronger in a different manner from

wasn’t important for an assassin to be stronger than

how well they

was the important

the

Rustle.

noises whenever he moved.

Cat tribe leader always

the sound of

made noises breathing in and breathing out. Ron followed

is slowly

day after day. His aging body was trying to make his hearing get worse but Ron continued

the moment Ron

was running away

Running

to avoid the enemies. The scariest thing at that time was

who would kill him and his son

to cover his mouth and his son’s mouth despite their heavy breathing

senses to be as sharp

Claaaaang!

“This motherfucking old bastard!”

Drip. Drip.

dripped down the side of Ron’s face and fell down

used a lot of his mental fortitude

smirked toward the tribe leader who should be

after going berserk. I’m relieved you only got faster. I’ll be able to

tribe leader’s eyes roared with

in the fog and chose to

“I’ll kill you!”

of strength

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

again. The tribe leader sneered after seeing that Ron was extremely tired

fighting like this! You’ll

leader could see a tree behind

his foot

Pow!

his dagger the moment Ron raised both arms to block his kick and Ron barely dodged that dagger before

Boom!

the slightly stiffened expression on Ron’s face before immediately moving his

“Time to finish this!”

face as soon as the

“Who knows?”

the tribe leader subconsciously questioned what

who are learning

assassination skills to the children who

Rustle.

quiet noise reached the tribe

above his

from the leaves on

expected and the sound of their daggers

‘An intruder!’

leader finally realized

moment he saw that intruder land on the

Slaaash-!

something

after hearing the noise and

You, you-”

ankle and

be careful of what’s underneath your feet,

voice of the younger

climbed across trees and stealthily approached him, smiled the same way Cale usually

poison left some not too deep yet not too shallow marks on the tribe

Drip. Drip.

poison was dripping

“You shithead-, ugh!”

swing his dagger toward Hong

his claws once

Slaaaash-

and the black poison seeped

You, you-!”

felt as if he was suffocating as he looked at the

Black poison.

most

He heard On’s calm voice through the fog. Rustle. Rustle.