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.

the fog of an inferior punk

Oooooo– oooooo–

his title as the current tribe leader, making it

dust could not make

leader, the only one who could see in this fog,

no noise even though his feet were stepping on

Slaaash-!

dagger came flying at him even as he was moving stealthily

know where I

tribe leader could see Ron’s dagger that was flying directly at

blocked

‘Fuck!’

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

Bang!

and blocked that attack with the dagger in

a new dagger in his other hand that aimed

Baaaaang! Bang!

the thick fog… The tribe leader and

“Unbelievable!’

block his attack and launch another attack when he should be the only

‘Holy shit, how?!’

pester away to take

area only has

was not here and

was this old bastard

aiming for him. He had

Baaaaang! Clang! Claaaaang!

endless sounds of their daggers

crap! Why the fuck is an old man so

tribe leader’s forehead was

Dagger arts. Strength.

starting to surpass

stronger when they went berserk.

‘Unbelievable!’

hand that was holding his dagger was

didn’t have time

attack me when he

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

he had no answer since all three things were not

Claaaaang!

“Ugh!”

while pushing

moment

“How?!”

shouted while looking

you do it?! Are you able to see me?! What

him. The old man’s entire body was covered in sweat but he said a single word with a calm expression on his

“Breath.”

“What?”

the tribe leader’s response

“Ugh!”

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

once again. Ron focused as much

that last battle against the Cats at Sheritt’s Castle of

had been training to go up against

training had

‘Find the enemy’s opening.’

became stronger in a different manner from Choi

wasn’t important for an assassin to be stronger than

mattered was how well they could aim for

the important

the

Rustle.

make noises whenever he moved. But the Cat tribe leader

leader always made

was the sound

in and breathing out. Ron followed that noise and moved

is slowly

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

for the moment Ron

was running away with the young

survival… Running to save

and everything to avoid the enemies. The scariest thing at that time

who would kill him and his son were

days where he had to cover his mouth and his son’s mouth

to be as

Claaaaang!

“This motherfucking old bastard!”

Drip. Drip.

of Ron’s face and fell down

lot of his mental fortitude to

toward the tribe leader

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

leader’s eyes

in the fog and chose to put everything

“I’ll kill you!”

of

Claaaaang! Clang! Tang!

The tribe leader sneered after seeing that Ron was

like this! You’ll be the

see a tree

foot

Pow!

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

Boom!

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

“Who knows?”

benign that the tribe leader subconsciously questioned what might

who are learning everything I

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

Rustle.

quiet noise reached the tribe

was above

the leaves on

their daggers clashing had been so loud that… He did not notice someone who was stealthier than most assassins sneaking into the

‘An intruder!’

finally realized someone

he saw that intruder land

Slaaash-!

heard something

looked down after hearing the

You, you-”

his ankle

careful of what’s

leader heard the voice of the younger of the

stealthily approached him, smiled the same way Cale

claws that were full of poison left some not

Drip. Drip.

poison was dripping from

“You shithead-, ugh!”

dagger

his claws once

Slaaaash-

and the black

You, you-!”

down on the ground and felt as if

Black poison.

most

fog. Rustle. Rustle. On