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

Oooooo– oooooo–

fitting his title as the current tribe leader, making it so that they couldn’t even see the grass

faint red fog, even dust

only one who could see in this

no noise even though his feet

Slaaash-!

a dagger came flying at him even as he was moving

he know where

could see Ron’s dagger that was

blocked

‘Fuck!’

to

Bang!

twisted his body and blocked that attack with the

in his other

Baaaaang! Bang!

thick fog… The tribe leader

“Unbelievable!’

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

‘Holy shit, how?!’

continued to pester away to take the tribe leader’s

area only has my

here and this

this old bastard

these daggers aiming for him. He had

Baaaaang! Clang! Claaaaang!

endless sounds of their daggers clashing ripped

the fuck is an old

tribe leader’s forehead was dripping

Dagger arts. Strength.

starting to surpass the

when they went berserk. Their original strength remained

‘Unbelievable!’

leader’s hand that was holding his

time to pay attention to

he able to attack me

fog. The tribe leader had achieved victory over and over

he had no answer since all

Claaaaang!

“Ugh!”

not help but groan while pushing away a dagger headed for

was the moment the

“How?!”

while looking

you able to see me?! What magic did you

tribe leader could see Ron smirking at him. The old man’s entire body was covered

“Breath.”

“What?”

didn’t care about the tribe leader’s response

“Ugh!”

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

focused as much as possible

against the Cats at Sheritt’s Castle of

been training to go up against the Fog Cat Tribe ever

training had

‘Find the enemy’s opening.’

was someone who became stronger in a different manner from

for an assassin to be stronger than their

was how well they could aim for an enemy’s

was the important

found the

Rustle.

moved. But the

tribe leader always

sound of

made noises breathing in and breathing out. Ron followed that noise

is slowly

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

for the moment

running away with the young

for survival… Running to save

on the run, doing anything and everything to avoid the enemies. The scariest thing at that time was

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

cover his mouth and his son’s mouth despite their heavy breathing while shaking

was able to completely restore his senses to be as sharp

Claaaaang!

“This motherfucking old bastard!”

Drip. Drip.

side of Ron’s face and fell down from

a lot of his mental fortitude

smirked toward the tribe leader who should be looking at

old so it would have been difficult if you got stronger after going berserk.

leader’s eyes roared

run away or hide in the fog and chose to put everything on

“I’ll kill you!”

used every ounce of strength to attack

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

continued again. The tribe leader sneered after seeing that Ron

this! You’ll

tribe leader could see

his foot and kicked toward

Pow!

his dagger the moment Ron raised both arms to block his kick

Boom!

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

“Time to finish this!”

benign smile appeared on Ron’s face as soon as

“Who knows?”

that the tribe leader subconsciously questioned what might be going

children who are learning

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

Rustle.

reached the tribe leader’s

was above his

heard it from the leaves

daggers clashing had been so loud that… He did not notice someone who was

‘An intruder!’

tribe leader finally realized

that intruder land on

Slaaash-!

heard something

down after hearing the noise

You, you-”

sharp had slashed his ankle and revealed the

always have to be careful of what’s underneath your feet,

of the younger of

approached him, smiled

claws that were full of poison left some not too deep yet not too shallow marks on

Drip. Drip.

dripping

“You shithead-, ugh!”

to swing his dagger toward Hong stumbled as the

moved his claws once

Slaaaash-

marks opened even more and the black poison

You, you-!”

felt as if he was suffocating as he looked at the black

Black poison.

was most likely

through the fog. Rustle. Rustle. On did not hesitate as