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.’

about the thoughts of that old

in front of him

wildest dreams that the king would

The second prince's people...

The third prince’s people...

Roan

about Zed's true face underneath

“Wow.”

Cale gasped in admiration.

guess you really

Crossman truly did have similarities

course, they had

Zed Crossman.

Zed’s eyes after facing this other side

His eyes seemed empty.

a feeling as soon as he saw those

‘This isn’t good.’

Crossman was someone Cale could not get along with...for

as to why

didn't seem to care about Cale disrespectfully mumbling to himself

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

trying to break into

causing a chaos with the First Prince Palace

it happen. This was

episode to someone like that. He would not be interested

The library...

secret of the Royal House of Crossman buried in

at this level would be a reason for Zed Crossman to kill a simple

library had he known Zed was

is the

nonchalantly commented as

you trying to go to the

is probably correct, your

am suspecting is

library’s back

Click.

door without

for the

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

talked about the House of Crossman’s

You know about the

but his face remained stoic. The

stopped in front of Zed who was standing in front of the open

nonchalantly with a smile on his

was no

You need the insignia only given to the head of

“That’s correct.”

Zed nodded his head.

why I am certain

eyebrows slightly

‘Certain about what?’

must let

Zed smiled.

elegant smile. Cale had an ominous

‘This is dangerous.’

was saying that he must let

developed from years of experience

This is even worse.

in danger

Zed. He had a reason for

It would be better to hold onto the

Venion's lackey’s body so he felt iffy letting this body die because of

“Ugh!”

Cale saw a hand reaching out from behind

turned hazy as soon as he took a whiff of whatever was on the

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

are not a

‘...What? Hunter?’

extremely vicious like that of a predatory beast as Cale slowly

burning fire filled those

that these were not the eyes of a king but of a

“…….”

down at Cale before turning around and heading into the

Creeeeeak.

turned around and observed the darkness outside for

the stone

and his

into the darkness within the library not as King Zed as the public saw him but as his

Tap.

library back

“…….”

away from the

watching all of this could not say anything

eyes shut while covering his mouth

basement training

the king

they

to hear what they

to be in

could tell that the attendant seemed to

that King Zed knew that Alberu was

it was on

‘What should I do?’

the king very clearly because of the distance, but he seemed

had felt an odd

still young at only fifteen years old. Alberu didn't know what

* * *

Blink.

“Huff”

a deep breath as