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.

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

Oooooo– oooooo–

was quite thick fitting his title as the current tribe leader, making

even dust

leader, the only one who could see

no noise even though his feet

Slaaash-!

even

does he know where

see Ron’s dagger that was

blocked Ron’s

‘Fuck!’

and just changed directions. It was to aim

Bang!

his body and blocked that attack with the

dagger in his other hand that aimed

Baaaaang! Bang!

the thick fog… The tribe leader and Ron’s battle

“Unbelievable!’

astonished that Ron was able to accurately block his attack and launch another attack when he should

‘Holy shit, how?!’

to pester away to

only

was not here

bastard moving as if

escape from these daggers aiming for him. He had to focus on Ron’s attacks that were

Baaaaang! Clang! Claaaaang!

daggers clashing ripped through the

Why the fuck is an old man so

tribe leader’s forehead

Dagger arts. Strength.

was slowly starting to surpass the tribe leader

grow stronger when they went berserk.

‘Unbelievable!’

hand that was holding his

time

able to attack me when he

Cat Tribe’s fog. The tribe leader had achieved victory over and over using

all three things were not

Claaaaang!

“Ugh!”

help but groan while pushing

the moment the silence was

“How?!”

shouted while

you able to see me?! What magic

old man’s 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

“Ugh!”

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

again. Ron focused as much

that last battle against the Cats at Sheritt’s

against the Fog Cat Tribe ever since that

training had been

‘Find the enemy’s opening.’

different manner

wasn’t important for an assassin to be stronger

was how well they could aim for

was the

the Cat’s

Rustle.

noises whenever he moved. But the Cat tribe leader made

tribe leader always made a

the sound of

in and breathing out.

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 in the past that

for the

was running away

for survival… Running to save his

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

enemies who would kill him and his son were

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

to completely restore his senses to be as sharp as it

Claaaaang!

“This motherfucking old bastard!”

Drip. Drip.

the side of Ron’s face and

had used a lot of his mental fortitude to focus for

toward the tribe leader who should be looking at

if you got stronger after going berserk. I’m relieved you only got

eyes

fog and chose to put everything

“I’ll kill you!”

used every ounce of strength to

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

tribe leader sneered after seeing that Ron was extremely

keep fighting like this! You’ll be the

see a tree behind

lifted his foot and kicked toward

Pow!

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

Boom!

leader saw the slightly stiffened expression on Ron’s face before

“Time to finish this!”

Ron’s face as

“Who knows?”

so benign that the tribe leader subconsciously questioned

are learning everything

assassination skills to the children who had lived the life

Rustle.

reached

above his

from the leaves

he had expected and the sound of their daggers clashing had been so loud that… He did not notice someone who was stealthier

‘An intruder!’

leader finally realized someone

land on the ground and

Slaaash-!

something being

hearing the noise and could not

You, you-”

slashed his ankle and

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

voice of the younger of the

and stealthily approached him, smiled

poison left some not too deep

Drip. Drip.

dripping from

“You shithead-, ugh!”

his dagger toward

moved his

Slaaaash-

and the

You, you-!”

and felt as if he was suffocating as

Black poison.

was most likely

through the fog. Rustle. Rustle. On did not hesitate as she approached the tribe