Trash of the Count's Family

# Pushing forward too rashly (7)

“Pffft.”

Zed Crossman dryly laughed before pulling the sword away from Cale’s neck.

Toward Cale, who asked him if he knew who he was... The King boldly showed his back.

“How would I not know what is happening in my palace?”

Shhhhhhhh-

A gust of wind blew past him at that moment.

Cale could see people slowly appearing from the trees nearby the library.

Shhhhh. Zed raised his hand and there was another gust of wind before those people disappeared.

No, they were just not visible anymore. Cale was sure that they were still here.

They were the shadows that protect the king.

Cale only focused on Zed despite having seen these shadows.

‘He knows everything that happened in the First Prince Palace?’

This could simply mean that he knew all of the ruckus that Cale had caused.

‘No.’

However, Cale could feel it.

‘This isn’t that kind of simple answer.’

The king said that he knows everything that happens in the palace.

Those words were extremely deep despite having been said so nonchalantly.

The only people visible right now were Cale and the king.

Cale did not question why the king had to be here of all days.

He was curious about something a little more fundamental.

He was done analyzing the information.

Cale asked since this was an illusion.

“Then you must know of the Dark Elves as well, your Majesty.”

Zed Crossman stopped walking. He turned around and quietly observed Cale.

“Not bad.”

Cale had to hold back a gasp that wanted to burst out after hearing that short response.

‘He knew about them. He knew about the Dark Elves.’

Zed Crossman knew about the Dark Elves and even the Dark Elf blood flowing through Alberu’s body.

Furthermore, he knew how Alberu had lived since he lost his mother.

The corners of Cale’s lips twisted up as soon as he realized that.

‘This guy is no father.’

He asked another question. There was even less hesitation in his voice.

“Do you care about the first prince, your Majesty?”

Zed responded without a second of thought to this question that could have seemed quite daring of a question to ask.

“How could a king make his decisions based on affection?”

Cale's twisted lips curled up even more.

Zed Crossman was not a father.

He was simply a king.

He had no affection for his heirs.

He simply had an heir he 'cared’ for on the outside.

“Why is it that you are responding so honestly to me, your Majesty?”

Cale already knew the answer.

“Because I'm going to kill you.”

“As I expected.”

Zed's eyes showed emotions for the first time after seeing Cale’s calm face.

“You truly are not bad.”

Cale gently shrugged his shoulders, despite this act potentially looking disrespectful.

He didn’t have much to say. Cale was feeling a different emotion right now.

‘I didn't know Zed Crossman was this kind of person.’

Outside this test... The Zed Crossman that Cale knew had given all authority to Alberu and was like an old man doing nothing.

He was still king but he would have to give the position to Alberu whenever Alberu decided that he wanted it.

Of course, Zed Crossman was still young and healthy to call him and old man.

Cale had thought until now that King Zed had been unable to suppress crown prince Alberu’s power and had naturally or been pressured to hand everything over to Alberu.

‘I was wrong.’

this Zed Crossman made Cale become curious about the

guy in front of him was

take a look. Alberu would never imagine even in his wildest dreams that the king would know

The second prince's people...

The third prince’s people...

of the Roan Kingdom’s

them might know about Zed's true face underneath this

“Wow.”

Cale gasped in admiration.

you

Crossman truly did have similarities to Zed

course, they had a

Zed Crossman.

Zed’s eyes after facing this other side

His eyes seemed empty.

feeling as soon

‘This isn’t good.’

someone Cale could not get

curious as to why you

seem to care about Cale disrespectfully mumbling to himself in front

of the question were not very good for Cale but the person who would respond to it wasn't someone who would care about something

trying to break into the library at night,

with the

current Zed Crossman was just letting it happen. This was

did was just a single episode to someone

The library...

the Royal House of Crossman buried in

reason

have searched the area around the library had he known

is correct. That is the reason you are

as if it meant

you trying to go to the

you are suspecting is probably correct, your

I am suspecting

walked down the path near the library’s back door and stopped

Click.

without any hesitation as

aiming for the

in there without the insignia, your Majesty. I was just going to look around the

the

You know about the insignia as

was interested but his face remained stoic. The combination of his expression and tone seemed quite odd and

in front of Zed who was standing in front of

with a

no joke

the insignia only given to the head of the House

“That’s correct.”

Zed nodded his head.

I am certain

slightly

‘Certain about what?’

must let

Zed smiled.

Cale of Alberu’s elegant smile. Cale had

‘This is dangerous.’

saying that he must

intuition that was developed from years of experience

This is even worse.

in danger right

hand toward Zed. He had

illusion anyway. It would be better to hold onto the king if

felt iffy

“Ugh!”

Cale saw a hand reaching out from behind him and covering

mind turned hazy as soon as he took a whiff of whatever was

Zed... He let out a low chuckle before walking up to Cale and whispering

are not

‘...What? Hunter?’

that of a predatory

burning fire filled those once

not the

“…….”

stoically looked down at Cale before turning around and heading into the library. His guard carried Cale and followed behind

Creeeeeak.

turned around and observed the darkness outside for a moment before

attendant trying to go to the stone room in the second basement

gone and his

library not as King Zed as the public saw him

Tap.

back door

“…….”

away from

of this could

his eyes shut while covering his mouth with

basement training ground and stealthily followed behind

seen the king

they

was too far to hear what they

to be in

could tell that the attendant seemed

that Alberu was

knew it was

‘What should I do?’

of the distance, but he

had felt an

was still young at only fifteen years old. Alberu didn't know what to do at this situation

* * *

Blink.

“Huff”

took a deep breath as he