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.

that the fog of an inferior punk

Oooooo– oooooo–

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

that faint red fog, even dust could not make

one who could see in this

noise even though his feet were stepping on

Slaaash-!

even

does he know

that was

quickly blocked

‘Fuck!’

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

Bang!

and blocked that attack with the dagger in his other

was a new dagger in his other hand

Baaaaang! Bang!

fog… The tribe

“Unbelievable!’

launch another attack when he should be the only one who

‘Holy shit, how?!’

to pester away to take the tribe

area only

here and

how was this old bastard moving as

him. He had to focus

Baaaaang! Clang! Claaaaang!

daggers clashing ripped through

Why the fuck is an

forehead

Dagger arts. Strength.

to surpass the tribe leader

stronger when they went berserk. Their original strength

‘Unbelievable!’

was

didn’t have time to pay attention to

able to attack

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

answer since all three things were not

Claaaaang!

“Ugh!”

groan while pushing away a dagger

moment the silence

“How?!”

while looking at

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

was covered in sweat but he said a single word with a

“Breath.”

“What?”

about the tribe leader’s response

“Ugh!”

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

started once again. Ron focused as much

the

against the

training had

‘Find the enemy’s opening.’

in a different

for an assassin to be stronger

was how well they could

the important

found the Cat’s

Rustle.

make noises whenever he moved. But the Cat tribe leader made

tribe leader always made a

was the sound of

in and breathing out. Ron followed that noise and moved

breathing is slowly

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 would force him to sharpen his

the

was running away

Running to save

to avoid the enemies. The

kill him

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

completely restore his senses to be as sharp as it had

Claaaaang!

“This motherfucking old bastard!”

Drip. Drip.

dripped down the side of Ron’s

of his mental fortitude to focus for

toward the tribe leader

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

eyes roared with

or hide in the fog and chose to put everything on

“I’ll kill you!”

ounce of

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

continued again. The tribe leader sneered after seeing that Ron was

fighting like this! You’ll

see a tree behind

his foot

Pow!

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

Boom!

the tribe leader saw the slightly stiffened expression on

“Time to finish this!”

appeared on Ron’s face as soon as the tribe leader

“Who knows?”

leader subconsciously questioned what

children who are learning

techniques and everything he knew other than assassination skills to the

Rustle.

quiet noise reached the

was above his

it from the leaves

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

‘An intruder!’

tribe leader finally realized someone was

land on

Slaaash-!

heard something being

leader looked down after hearing

You, you-”

sharp had slashed his ankle and revealed the flesh

always have to be careful of what’s underneath

voice of the younger of the inferior

stealthily approached him,

left some not too deep yet not too shallow marks on

Drip. Drip.

was dripping from his

“You shithead-, ugh!”

swing his dagger toward Hong stumbled as the

his

Slaaaash-

opened even more and

You, you-!”

as if

Black poison.

most likely

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