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.

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

Oooooo– oooooo–

fog roared again. His fog was quite thick fitting his title as the current

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

tribe leader, the only one who could see in

made no noise even though his feet were stepping

Slaaash-!

flying at him even as

he know where

Ron’s dagger that was

blocked

‘Fuck!’

was to aim for Ron’s side since Ron should not be able to see

Bang!

blocked that attack with

dagger in his other hand that aimed for the tribe

Baaaaang! Bang!

The tribe leader

“Unbelievable!’

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

‘Holy shit, how?!’

away to take

only has my

here

how was this old bastard

escape from these daggers aiming for him. He

Baaaaang! Clang! Claaaaang!

their daggers

fuck is an old

forehead was dripping

Dagger arts. Strength.

to surpass the tribe leader in

not grow stronger when they went berserk.

‘Unbelievable!’

hand that was holding his

have time to pay attention

to attack

was also the Fog Cat Tribe’s fog. The tribe leader had achieved victory

since all three things

Claaaaang!

“Ugh!”

groan while pushing away a dagger headed

the moment the

“How?!”

shouted while looking

did you do it?! Are you

was covered in sweat but he

“Breath.”

“What?”

care about the tribe leader’s response

“Ugh!”

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

Ron focused as

against the Cats at Sheritt’s Castle

to go up against the Fog Cat Tribe

had been

‘Find the enemy’s opening.’

different manner

wasn’t important for an assassin to be stronger than their

mattered was how well they

was the

found the Cat’s

Rustle.

but make noises whenever he moved. But the Cat tribe leader made no

leader always made a certain

the sound

in and breathing out. Ron

is

his dagger and sharpened his senses day after day. His aging body was trying to make his hearing get worse but

the

was running away with the young

Running to

to avoid the enemies. The

who would kill

mouth and his son’s mouth despite their heavy breathing while shaking in fear after hearing footsteps or

his senses to be as sharp as it had been back

Claaaaang!

“This motherfucking old bastard!”

Drip. Drip.

dripped down the side of Ron’s face

lot of his mental fortitude to focus for

then smirked toward the tribe leader who should

old so it would have been difficult if you got stronger after going berserk. I’m relieved you only

tribe leader’s eyes roared

or hide in the fog and chose to put everything on the line to attack

“I’ll kill you!”

ounce of strength

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

tribe leader sneered after seeing that Ron was extremely tired as

Let’s keep fighting like this! You’ll

leader could see a tree

his foot and kicked

Pow!

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

Boom!

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

“Time to finish this!”

on Ron’s face as soon as the tribe leader

“Who knows?”

subconsciously questioned what might be going on. Ron

are learning

had taught stealth techniques and everything he knew other than assassination skills to the children who had lived the life of runaways as he had

Rustle.

reached the tribe

above

it from the

at a higher level than he had expected and the sound of their daggers clashing had been so loud that… He did not notice someone who was stealthier than most assassins sneaking into

‘An intruder!’

tribe leader finally realized someone

that intruder land on the

Slaaash-!

heard something being

after hearing

You, you-”

ankle and revealed the flesh

have to be careful of what’s underneath

heard the voice of the younger of

approached him, smiled

left some not too deep yet not too shallow marks on the tribe leader’s

Drip. Drip.

poison was dripping from his

“You shithead-, ugh!”

who tried to swing his dagger toward Hong

his claws once

Slaaaash-

and

You, you-!”

the ground and felt as

Black poison.

most likely

the fog. Rustle.