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.”

took a deep breath in. Alberu said

as well. It’ll be

Don’t cross the line.

warning and an order to the people who had supported the third

Click.

shaking as

Alberu simply watched Wetton.

like this

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

second and third princes seemed to give up their greed for the throne once the crown prince gathered powers such as the Mage

forces supporting them were unable to throw away

They were very foolish.

the time

why they

the time, effort, and money they spent to support their

throne room was a place full of bastards who would rip

“He’ll be an example.”

an example to deliver Alberu’s will to the

it was worth working

it so that General Wetton would hear about this

up

The sound of paper flipping filled the

Plop. Plop.

hearing a different noise and looked toward

now

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

the rain- is

a few days instead of snowing when the anniversary

Amazingly.

* * *

“You’re here.”

“Yes, your highness.”

here to follow Alberu to

keep looking at me like

brightly at the record keeper who

is great, your

a moment before

slightly lowered his head as he

be good for a few days, your

Alberu’s eyes opened wide.

record keeper curled up before

a record, your highness. It is similar

‘This sharp punk.’

highly of this timid-looking yet bold-seeming lowest

weather is

chuckled with a slightly

sun was shining down on the ground. It should still be cold outside, but

‘Phew. That’s a relief.’

finally

that Alberu's

the incident with General Wetton

keepers were always the first to hear the rumors

truly are foolish

the second and

people who were still trying to

the war and

to mess with him,

of the death of the crown prince's

coming up in early spring after

anything for the

like too much ignoring the anniversary of her death. He seemed to

buried and spend a few hours alone on

he took no record keepers or

King's Palace sent presents and cake but the day passed by quietly without

the second and third princes’ sides prepared

time. Although they didn't like each other,

problems were the nobles and administrators who couldn't see anything

feel a bit better thanks

slightly shocked and looked at

expression seemed dry yet relaxed instead of

his true subordinates were in this

than this

you one of

“Excuse me?”

‘A secret?’

opened wide at Alberu's

record keeper would like a

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

couldn’t help but

were second to none

my mother’s death and

“......!”

record keeper’s

made Alberu chuckle

of the record keeper with extremely small physique

“What do you think?”

Alberu mischievously spoke.

to do? You can put it in the unofficial

“Your highness-”

that moment. He calmly bowed before raising his