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

Oooooo– oooooo–

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

fog, even dust could not make it into

one who could

no noise even though his feet were

Slaaash-!

at him even as he was moving

he know where

Ron’s dagger that was flying directly

quickly blocked

‘Fuck!’

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

Bang!

his body and blocked that attack with the dagger

in his other hand that

Baaaaang! Bang!

the thick fog… The tribe leader

“Unbelievable!’

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?!’

to pester away to take the tribe leader’s

only has my

fog was not here and this was

how was this old bastard moving as

even escape from these daggers aiming for him. He had to

Baaaaang! Clang! Claaaaang!

sounds of their daggers clashing ripped through

is an old

forehead was dripping with

Dagger arts. Strength.

surpass the tribe leader in all

Cats did not grow stronger when they went berserk.

‘Unbelievable!’

hand that was

time to pay

able to attack me when he can’t

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

since all

Claaaaang!

“Ugh!”

groan while pushing away a dagger headed for

moment the silence

“How?!”

while looking

you able to see me?! What

at him. The old man’s entire body was covered in sweat but he said a

“Breath.”

“What?”

the tribe leader’s response and

“Ugh!”

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

Ron focused as much as possible

battle against the

go up against the Fog Cat Tribe ever since

had been

‘Find the enemy’s opening.’

in a different manner from Choi Han, Rosalyn, Beacrox

wasn’t important for an assassin to be stronger

mattered was how well they could aim for an enemy’s

was the important

the Cat’s

Rustle.

but make noises whenever he moved. But

leader

sound

in and breathing out. Ron followed that noise

breathing is slowly

body was trying to make his hearing get worse but Ron continued to remember a certain moment in the past that would force him to sharpen his senses once

for the moment Ron

running away with

for survival… Running to save

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

symbolized that enemies who would kill him

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

to completely restore his senses to be as

Claaaaang!

“This motherfucking old bastard!”

Drip. Drip.

side of Ron’s

a lot of his mental fortitude to focus for

leader who should be

a bit old so it would have been difficult if you got stronger after

eyes roared

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

“I’ll kill you!”

ounce of

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

The tribe leader sneered after seeing that Ron was extremely tired as

like this! You’ll be the first to die, you

could see a

lifted his foot and kicked toward

Pow!

Ron raised both arms to block his kick

Boom!

noise and the tribe leader saw the slightly stiffened

“Time to finish this!”

appeared on Ron’s face as soon as the

“Who knows?”

subconsciously questioned what might be going

who are

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

Rustle.

reached

was above

from the leaves on

of their daggers clashing had been so loud that… He

‘An intruder!’

leader finally realized someone was

that intruder land

Slaaash-!

heard something being

hearing the noise and could not

You, you-”

ankle and revealed the flesh

be careful of

leader heard the voice of the younger of

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

poison left some not too

Drip. Drip.

dripping from

“You shithead-, ugh!”

swing his dagger

his

Slaaaash-

more and the black poison

You, you-!”

as if he was suffocating as he looked at the

Black poison.

was most likely

heard On’s calm voice through the fog. Rustle. Rustle. On did not hesitate as she approached the