Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 109

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-So this monster actually showed up!

The voice of the last Ancient Power Owner, master of the ‘Destruction Fire’, echoed through the air. It sounded like someone witnessing madness itself.
Whoooosh—
Silver coins scattered across Kale’s vision like falling snow.

Ah, what bliss.

Scattering someone else’s money like this brought even greater joy. When else in life would I experience something so exquisite?

“Yes, let’s scatter it all!”

My hand, clutching a fistful of silver coins from my pocket, swept toward the golden pig statue, sending coins cascading through the air.

“This… this can’t be! Human, I don’t understand anymore! This shouldn’t happen! But watching it… it’s so satisfying!”

The five-year-old Raon descended into chaos. Regardless, the silver coins adhered to the lava boundary like gum, neither melting nor burning, instead carving a path through it.

Destruction Fire.
In truth, it was neither quite lava nor quite flame—more accurately described as ‘liquid fire’. Fire maintained the form of a liquid.

【The ‘Destruction Fire’ that appeared on the Third Peak of Ten Finger Mountain burned until it consumed an entire peak. Neither humans nor elves could stop its flowing inferno until an elf who commanded fire spirits finally obtained this Ancient Power.】

This Ancient Power from ‘The Birth of Heroes’. People had never obtained it through the correct method. But Kale, having read the book, knew the right way.

【Yet no one had ever thought to throw money at it. This flowing fire could not burn currency.】

Why, you ask?

-How long has it been since I felt the elegant coolness of money! This scent of coin!

Because the Ancient Power Owner was obsessed with wealth.

-Scatter it! I haven’t seen anyone throw silver around like this since my mad companion back when I was alive! Kahahaha!

“Hahahaha!”

Kale and the Ancient Power Owner both laughed. With that laughter, the silver coins were cast into the lava. Raon retrieved his piggy bank from the subspace and cradled it in his arms. He gazed back and forth between Kale and his piggy bank with a serious expression.

“Why are you staring like that?”

Kale stood with his laughter abruptly cut off, a peculiar sight. The lava bubbled and churned, while a silver path gleamed brilliantly in the light above it. That silvery sheen complemented the crimson Kale remarkably well.

“Weak human.”
“Why?”
“If you’re short on funds, just say so! I can give you this too!”

Kale let out a scoff. He would never steal money from children. Snot-covered coins weren’t his taste.

-Money! Let me feel the scent of this money more!

And there were two hundred thousand of them. The silver coins the Crown Prince had given.

“Fine then.”

Kale had become a man of boundless generosity.

【Above all, that elf had never obtained the “Flame of Destruction” in its complete form, so he had deemed this power useless and never wielded it. But the more money he scattered, the more he could obtain the complete “Flame of Destruction”—had he known the true magnitude of that power, he would have deeply regretted it.】

The warrior who had once wielded the “Flame of Destruction.” He had no need for power or honor, only an insatiable hunger for wealth. His impoverished childhood was his lifelong sorrow.

-I too wanted to squander money like this! But those dark bastards took it all away! My comrades’ money too! You wretched dogs! Making us labor for free our entire lives, you vicious scoundrels!

Utterly vicious curses spilled forth. Kale paid no heed to the voice brimming with resentment and advanced toward the golden pig statue.

“Ah, this is tedious.”

Kale now simply extracted entire pouches of money from his magical satchel one after another, pouring the silver coins within as he walked forward.

-This, this wonderful man!

The Ancient Power Owner’s voice trembled.
Whooooom— Whoooom—
The corners of Kale’s mouth rose. The golden pig statue gleamed even brighter.

Sizzle—
Red steam rose from the lava. Raon climbed higher to avoid the vapor. It was steam infused with fire.

Whoosh.
An unbreakable shield and wings enveloped Kale’s body.

‘This is turning into labor.’

Annoyance and fatigue began to creep in. Money only becomes entertaining when you throw it around repeatedly.
Kale clicked his tongue and began scattering coins with increasing speed. The pit of fire wasn’t particularly large, so it didn’t take long to reach the pig sculpture in the center.

“Hmm.”

Kale had arrived before the pig statue.

-I acknowledge you! You possess the ambition worthy of wielding this power! If you are one who can squander wealth like this, you will endure anything!

The Ancient Power Owner acknowledged him. He spoke solemnly, as if urging Kale to take the pig sculpture. But soon, a vacant tone spilled from the Ancient Power Owner’s voice.

-Huh?

Clink, clink, clink. Clink, clink, clink.
Kale pulled out more silver coins.

“Quite a lot.”

Two hundred thousand was still far off.

-Th-this! Have I ever seen such an angelic madman!

The Ancient Power Owner couldn’t contain his amazement. The more he marveled, the more he shrieked with joy, the more the pig sculpture trembled.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.
The peak’s summit shook.
Sizzle, sizzle—
Red steam rose ceaselessly, streaming directly toward the pig sculpture. Regardless, Kale indifferently scattered all two hundred thousand silver coins.

-….

The Ancient Power Owner fell silent.
Finally, Kale scattered all the money and straightened his back. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

“This is quite the task.”

Kale gazed at the gleaming golden pig statue resting among the silver coins. Crimson vapor swirled around the golden figure, shimmering with an otherworldly light.

-I acknowledge you. I sensed the power of a close friend within you, which made me uncertain.

A close friend’s power? Had I truly been companions with The Thief, who once possessed Wind’s Sound?
I felt as though I’d learned information I didn’t need to know. Yet Kale’s brow furrowed at what came next.

-As expected, none of those who possess ancient power are normal. Here! Take it! It’s a power that will burn everything! Well, except the money, of course.
“Understood.”

The Ancient Power Owner approached Kale first. The golden pig statue, wreathed in crimson vapor, flew directly toward his face.

‘Their resolve is smaller than I expected.’

I hadn’t anticipated this from someone worth two billion. Kale reached out leisurely toward the golden pig statue. Once I obtained this power, I would possess everything—defense, regeneration, evasion, and offense.
Then the Ancient Power Owner’s voice reached me.

-You dwell in the Land of Stone yet possess no stone power.

Stone?
Kale paused.

-In truth, there is one stone I could not eliminate besides the money. To you, who freed me from my resentment, I shall speak of it specially.

Another hint about an ancient power.
…I don’t need it.
I had enough with this. I possessed water that governed fire, and an aura that governed as well. There was likely no human who possessed so many ancient powers.

-In the Land of Stone, there exists the King of Stone, the Terrifying Boulder.

The Land of Stone, the Roan Kingdom. Kale’s expression darkened.
Why of all things, the Terrifying Boulder? The name itself was unpleasant. Without offering any other response to the now-silent Ancient Power Owner, Kale reached toward the statue once more.

Sizzle. The vapor and Kale’s hand made contact. Yet his hand remained unharmed.

Whoooosh—

His fingertips brushed against the pig statue. Golden and crimson light cascaded toward Kale.

-I shall melt all that stands before you. And you shall endure this.

The Ancient Power Owner’s voice faded into silence. Kale lifted his shirt. Across the silver shield emblazoned on his left chest where his heart lay, a streak of golden lightning had appeared.
Kale exhaled in relief.

‘Not a pig, then.’

The pig statue from earlier had been rather charming, but he had no desire to bear such a tattoo. Kale extended his hand.

“Ooh!”

Raon gasped in wonder.
Screeeech— accompanied by a burning sound so intense it made the ears ring, the silver coins vanished into shimmering vapor in an instant. Simultaneously, the crimson magma beneath was revealed.
Whoosh. The magma surged toward Kale’s palm and formed a sphere. He clenched his fist as if to seize it.

Pop. With a soft sound, the magma sphere vanished. All that remained atop the Third Peak was a colossal crater.

“Human, is that power now yours?”
“I suppose so.”
“You’ve become half as strong as my smallest claw! Truly, incredibly, remarkably just barely less weak.”

I had earned Raon’s acknowledgment. My lips curved upward. A cool breeze swept across my body. As the heat dissipated, the chill befitting this altitude finally settled upon the mountain peak.
Then, Raon approached, clutching the piggy bank to his chest.

“But human.”
“What is it?”
“You looked so serious I didn’t dare speak, so I waited.”

Snicker. Raon grinned so brightly his teeth showed. For some reason, the back of my head suddenly tensed. Why was that?
Raon spoke calmly.

“The Spear Master is nearby.”

Hm?
Who? For a moment, I couldn’t recall.

“He just arrived. I detected him.”

Ah.
Kale’s memory finally returned. The Spear Master from the Secret Organization he’d encountered on Hice Island 12. The one who had accompanied the blonde Sword Master—the one Raon had marked with a mana arrow on his abdomen.

‘Why is that bastard suddenly being detected?’

A year older and stronger now, but still adorably small, Raon’s front paw pointed far off toward the 7th and 8th Peaks.

“I can sense it from over there!”

Kale covered his face with both hands.
Between the 7th Peak and the 8th Peak. There existed a village hidden by illusion magic, invisible to human eyes.
Naturally, it was the Elf Village. A place with a small lake and trees centuries old, a world straight from a fairy tale, or so they said.

‘What kind of incident is this now?’

And naturally, such a story hadn’t appeared until Volume 5 of “The Birth of a Hero.”
For some reason, Kale felt he could guess who these beings were that had endangered the Elf Village enough to drive five elves out. Would the Spear Master have come for no reason? He could sense who the elves were fighting.

Then Raon immediately added:

“And that bastard from before is coming!”

Before? Kale lowered the hands covering his face. There were so many bastards he’d seen before that he couldn’t tell which one from when was being referred to.

-He’s coming incredibly fast! He’s already reached the mountain peak! I’m hiding!

Couldn’t he give this kind of warning a bit faster? Frustration welled up in Kale. Raon had stayed quiet because he couldn’t interfere with Kale obtaining such an important power, but for Kale, the present moment was more critical.
He felt he finally understood who that bastard from before was.
Of all things, they were entangled like this.

Rustle. The sound of footsteps reached Kale’s ears.

“Sigh.”

A sigh escaped naturally. Kale turned around slowly. Standing in the center of the pit, now completely melted and blackened, he gazed at whoever had found this place.

“There’s definitely—!”

The visitor glanced around in bewilderment. I had certainly discovered lava here just days ago. Amid the already throbbing headache, its appearance had been devastating, yet I glimpsed hope in that power.

As the man surveyed his surroundings, his eyes met Kale’s. The crimson hair—as if lava had vanished and a person now stood in its place—caught his attention distinctly.

“…Y-you are—”

Fendrick the healer. He recalled who the red-haired man before him was. It was the one the Guardian Warrior had apprehended at the inn’s restaurant days ago.

‘But who is that man for you to have captured him?’
‘…I don’t know exactly. It’s simply better that we remain ignorant of him.’

It was the first time the Guardian Warrior had spoken of a human in such a manner. Fendrick closed his mouth, which had opened, upon meeting the man’s vacant gaze. Conversely, the man standing rigidly where the lava had vanished parted his lips.
His voice was cold and left no room for ambiguity.

“Who are you? Do you know me?”

Kale was feigning ignorance with utmost seriousness.

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