Trash of the Count's Family

TCF S3-2

“...Excuse me?”

‘What? Did he say Wyvern Knights Brigade?

That legendary Knights Brigade of the North?’

Wetton's pupils were shaking.

“Pffft.”

Alberu scoffed.

‘Someone who made it up to General by latching onto the third prince’s side talking about ability. How laughable.’

General Wetton stuttered as he spoke.

“Umm, were they not coming by s, ships?”

“Wetton. The truth is harsher than you imagine.”

‘Funny bastard.’

Alberu sneered internally. However, the smile disappeared from his face.

“I like people who are honest. Yes, I tend to cherish those who are being true about what they want.”

Alberu headed toward the window.

The sky was cloudy now.

No light was coming into the room. Alberu looked out the window as he asked.

“Wetton, are you truly focused on this war?”

The crown prince was smiling brightly unlike the cloudy sky.

“Isn’t your true focus the Commander position and not the war?”

The inside of Wetton’s mouth was going dry.

The crown prince with the radiant smile whom people had a positive image of looked completely different from his usual self.

It felt as if a cold blade was right in front of Wetton's neck.

The crown prince's gaze was as sharp as blades as he spoke.

"Cale Henituse has put his everything on the line.”

Although Cale Henituse was extremely impudent and treated the crown prince as if he was a neighborhood friend... It allowed Alberu to know something.

Cale Henituse was putting everything he had gathered on the line for this war. He could feel it even without Cale talking about it.

Cale Henituse was going to fight to protect his home, his life, and his family.

Alberu was also fighting to protect the Roan Kingdom.

People who were focused on the same thing... There would be no noise when you work with people who wanted the same thing.

“Young master Cale has shown his abilities and has shown that he is focused on saving this land more than anybody else.”

Cale Henituse had not shown these things to Alberu because he wanted to do so.

Alberu could simply tell based on everything Cale had done until now.

"Furthermore, whether it is power or fame... He doesn't care or want any of those things. He simply wants peace.”

That was why he was a funny bastard but one he could trust.

“I am simply raising the hand of someone who is focused on the right thing and has the ability to do so.”

Alberu looked at Wetton, who had shown his greed as soon as he heard the information from Teus, and thought about the person behind this guy.

“The Roan Kingdom is currently standing in a fork of destruction or survival.”

He then clenched his eyes shut.

The Wyvern Knights Brigade. Now that the enemies could do aerial warfare, they were capable of stealthier, quicker, and more destructive attacks than by ship.

"Go inform the third prince’s side.”

Wetton felt as if his heart would sink.

He didn't dare to open his eyes.

"There is no king if the kingdom disappears.”

Alberu walked over to his office desk and sat down.

He then smiled brightly.

"Shouldn’t you hurry?”

Wetton opened his eyes and flinched before heading toward the office door. There was not strength in his steps. Wetton's face was completely pale.

“Wetton. It would have been great if you had not crossed the line.”

“Huuuu.”

breath in. Alberu said one more thing to

It’ll be

Don’t cross the line.

an order to the people who had supported the third prince and the second

Click.

was shaking as he

Alberu simply watched Wetton.

this would

Marquis’ House of Stan and the southwest region's Duke’s House of Gyerre had removed

and third princes seemed to give up their greed for the throne once

supporting them were unable

They were very foolish.

the time for

course, he understood why they

wanted something to show for the time, effort, and money they spent to support

a place full of bastards who would rip you to shreds if you put your guard down even

“He’ll be an example.”

to General Wetton today would be an example to deliver Alberu’s will to the respective

guess it was worth working

that General Wetton would hear

picked up a

The sound of paper flipping filled the

Plop. Plop.

stopped moving after hearing a different noise

was now early

coldest times and gusts of wind as sharp as blades should be blowing, but it was

guess the rain- is

always rained for a few days instead of snowing when the anniversary of his mother’s

Amazingly.

* * *

“You’re here.”

“Yes, your highness.”

keeper was here

you keep looking at

at the record keeper who

weather is

moment before looking at the

lowered his head as he continued

for a few days, your highness. It is different from past

Alberu’s eyes opened wide.

curled up

left behind as a record, your

‘This sharp punk.’

this timid-looking yet

The weather

Alberu chuckled with

sun was shining down on the ground. It should still be cold outside, but it did not seem

‘Phew. That’s a relief.’

record keeper finally sighed in

Alberu's mood had gotten

the incident with General

the first to hear

truly are foolish

nobles who followed the second and third

who were still trying

the war and

right time to mess

soon the anniversary of the death of the

was coming up in

did not do anything for the crown prince's

ignoring the anniversary of her death. He seemed to

said to go to where his mother was buried and spend a few hours

keepers or attendants with him when he

presents and cake but the day passed by quietly without any celebrations

what I heard, the second and third

the second prince nor the third prince messed with Alberu around this time. Although they didn't like each other,

the nobles and administrators who couldn't see anything because

bit better

record keeper was slightly shocked and looked at

whose expression seemed dry yet relaxed instead of radiant, looked

crown prince and his true subordinates were in

other than this record

you one of my

“Excuse me?”

‘A secret?’

eyes opened wide

a record keeper would

clenched the parchments on his side since the crown prince was not one to say things he

He couldn’t help

that record keepers were second to none when it came to liking

my mother’s death and my

“......!”

keeper’s shoulders

appearance made Alberu chuckle

keeper with

“What do you think?”

Alberu mischievously spoke.

You can put it in the unofficial history. I heard that record keepers used unofficial things and secret things

“Your highness-”

at that moment. He calmly bowed before raising his head