Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 179

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Chapter 39. I Found It

But the moment Kale’s foot touched the Vegetable Garden, Jjangdol’s voice vanished like a ghost.

“This is a field?”
“This is the place.”

Kale answered Hong’s question—inaudible while cloaked in invisibility—as he approached the quietest corner of the Seca Estate.

-No magical devices!

It was only possible because Raon had informed me beforehand.

The Seka Family—a guardian knight house.
Naturally, I had gathered every scrap of information available about that family’s Mansion. That’s why I knew of this place.

The moment I saw it, I recognized it as ‘that Vegetable Garden’.

The first Duke of the Seka Family and the original guardian knight—that man had created a beautiful Garden and grounds, then built a small Vegetable Garden in the farthest corner of the Backyard.

And as he entered his twilight years, he tended that Vegetable Garden with his own hands. He planted various vegetables in the small plot, applied fertilizer, watered it, and warded off pests and disease.

His meticulous care of the humble Vegetable Garden appeared so modest and frugal that this story became an anecdote celebrating his character, shared among the people.
Because of this, even after his death, the Seca Estate continued to maintain the Vegetable Garden.

But as time passed, fewer people tended it directly, and eventually, though it was kept neat for the sake of the family’s history, interest in it waned.

In truth, maintaining the unremarkable Vegetable Garden cleanly all these years simply because it held the family’s legacy was worthy of praise.

“This works.”

Treading boldly across the Vegetable Garden where only sparse grass grew, I was satisfied with its reasonably good condition.

-Human, you digging?

I dismissed Raon’s question lightly.

Whiiiiish—

Instead, I listened to the Wind’s Sound.
My gaze swept across the surroundings—the distant Garden, the Seca Estate buildings that appeared bright yet serene unlike the chaotic Plaza, though the people inside surely hadn’t slept.

And then I spotted the Vegetable Garden.
Finally, the Storage Shed beside the Vegetable Garden.

A small, weathered Storage Shed came into view.

“…Here it is.”

A smile formed at the corners of my mouth.
I moved swiftly toward the Storage Shed. The cramped structure would require me to stoop to enter.

Choi Han observed my movements, then took position in the Vegetable Garden, vigilant of his surroundings.

Tap, tap.
Choi Han lowered his head at the sensation brushing against his shoes. An empty space.

Meow.

On’s cry echoed out. Mist gradually rose, beginning to obscure the area near the Vegetable Garden.
Choi Han extended his hand toward his unseen but reliable ally, and On climbed onto his hand, settling upon his shoulder.

I paid no mind to my surroundings, veiled by night and mist, and stooped before the Storage Shed. A rusted iron door came into view.
I gripped the handle firmly and pulled.

Creak, creak!

“Hmm.”

It didn’t budge at all.
The door wouldn’t open—the rust had taken hold completely.

“Tch.”
Meow.

A sigh from Raon and a scoff from Hong reached my ears. I ignored them and released my grip on the handle.

“Raon.”
-Understood, our weak human. I can do this with my front claws without using magic.

Kale Heniatus hesitated at Raon’s words.
Could those tiny claws actually open a door?

But it worked.

Crack!

Claw-shaped grooves appeared in the thin iron door, and it swung open easily into the storage shed. Or rather, it was destroyed. Kale stared at the door hanging by its hinges, his mouth falling open.

“Let’s erase the claw marks.”
-Got it!

Crack, crack, bang!
Raon grabbed the door and raked his claws across it several times. In the end, a massive hole had been torn into it. Anyone looking at it would think it was struck by some kind of mana blast, not dragon claws.

“I could have melted it with poison.”

I ignored Hong’s melancholic voice coming from somewhere unseen.
I left the two of them to their own devices and stepped into the storage shed. The space was so cramped I couldn’t even straighten my back.

“Raon, light.”

A small orb of light appeared, illuminating the interior of the shed. My expression grew strange.

“…Farm tools?”

Farm tools were visible everywhere.
A shovel that looked a few years old, a hoe that seemed to be decades old, a worn pickaxe. Various odds and ends were scattered about as well.
I picked up the hoe for no particular reason. I already had a hoe in my spatial magic pouch.

I wished the decades-old hoe would be useful, but unfortunately the wind pointed toward the corner.
I looked toward the corner. It was packed with miscellaneous items.

“Sigh.”

With a deep sigh, I crouched down and began clearing away the clutter. It was an ungainly sight, but I worked diligently.
Still, I spoke with a furrowed brow.

“Earning my keep.”

Meow. Hong came and helped.

“Human, why don’t we just blow it all away with wind! Would the storage shed fly away too?”

Raon asked. Since we were inside the storage shed, he spoke only in my mind.

“Yeah. It would fly away.”
“I see! But something feels off about this place!”

Off?
I looked at Raon while tossing a strange bronze vessel to the side. The last time I’d discovered two divine artifacts, Raon had sensed something extraordinary about them with his brief assessment.
His perception was uncanny when it came to unusual objects.

“What feels off?”

Raon answered my question brightly.

“Rage! Destruction!”

…What?

“Resentment!”

…Resentment?

“That’s what I feel!”

Clang.
The small tongs in my hand fell to the floor. In that moment, I could sense the object that Wind’s Sound was touching. Raon’s voice followed.

“That’s it! The thing that wind is touching! It emanates a resentment as cold as winter! Like the vengeance of snow! Oh, what a fitting name! Vengeance of Snow!”

This is maddening.
I stared at what Raon called Vengeance of Snow.

A watering can.

An ordinary blue watering can, common as they come.
Yet its appearance and color suggested it was quite ancient, worn by the passage of countless years.

Kale Heniatus cradled his face in both hands.

This didn’t seem to be the tears of a god after all.

Wrath and resentment, they said.
If anything, the god’s wrath would make more sense.

“…Huh?”

Kale Heniatus lowered the hands that had covered his eyes.

Not all legends need to be true.

“Could it be?”

Kale Heniatus looked toward Raon. Raon blinked his round eyes, and upon catching Kale’s gaze, he exclaimed, “Ah!”

“Human, it doesn’t seem dangerous to us! It wasn’t angry at us!”

At those words, Kale Heniatus immediately picked up the watering can.
He examined it from every angle. Nothing appeared on the surface. Not on the bottom, the sides, the lid—nowhere could he find a single inscription.

“…Or not?”

Kale Heniatus recalled the book that the Death God had written. He’d expected to find at least some inscription, like on that tome. Of course, there were divine artifacts like those of the Sun God that he couldn’t perceive at all.

Click.
Still harboring a faint hope, Kale Heniatus opened the watering can’s lid. Even when he shone his lantern inside, he could see nothing.

‘Is there nothing this time?’

Disappointment washed over him. Kale Heniatus sighed and closed the watering can’s lid.

“Ah.”

Then I opened it again. I flipped the lid over.

“Ha, haha—”

Kale Heniatus burst into laughter.

On the underside of the lid were incredibly, truly impossibly thin line patterns etched into the surface. Patterns that curved and flowed like delicate lace.

Kale pointed to the pattern and asked Raon.

“Can you magnify it with magic to see it better?”
“Of course I can! Because I’m great!”

Raon then examined the pattern on the lid’s underside and spoke.

“They’re letters!”
“Read them.”

Kale issued the command immediately, and Raon slowly deciphered the text.

“The same content repeats over and over! It must be hundreds of times!”

A sentence written in impossibly small letters, crafted like a pattern and hidden away.
Kale Heniatus was curious about its meaning.
Raon’s voice echoed through the narrow Storage Shed.

“In the end, life is nothing. Even if you dam a river, it will overflow. I created a river for the frozen land. Yet you ultimately dammed it.”

In that moment, Kale Heniatus realized he had been wrong about something from the very beginning.

The Lake where the legend of the God’s Tears remained.
It was not a lake.

It was a river.

Raon’s words were not finished.

“The result of you driving away my precious child and never ceasing your greed is also one.”

A precious child?
According to the original legend, didn’t the god leave behind a Guardian Knight?

The final sentence was conveyed through Raon’s lips.

“As rivers inevitably flow, all things shall return to their original state.”

Raon finished reading and looked up at Kale Heniatus.

“Raon, what script does it appear to be?”
“Runic language!”
“Is that so?”

Just as when Raon had read the Death God’s tome before, the characters appeared in runic script to him. The fact that runes were inscribed here, yet it was not a magical artifact—from that point onward, the words carved into the divine vessel could be regarded as truth.

Of course, it was truth from the god’s perspective.

I carefully pieced together that truth, one fragment at a time.

Originally, the god had created a river for the frozen Northern Region. However, the people of Paern Land in the past transformed it into a lake, making it solely for their own benefit.
As a result, the god must have grown wrathful and left behind this divine vessel.

Furthermore, to create that lake, the people had cast out a child the god held dear.

If these words were truth, then the truths passed down in the present were greatly distorted.

‘At the very least, the Guardian Knight was not chosen by the god.’

The Guardian Knight, whom the people of Paern Kingdom relied upon so heavily and whom Clophe himself believed to be chosen, likely harbored an entirely different truth.

‘And is the precious child the rival of destruction fire?’

I recalled what Jjangdol had said.

‘Is he trying to destroy the traces of the eternal rival of fire?’

Everything felt tangled and unsettling, all muddled together in one confusing mass.

But Kale dismissed the thought.
There was no need to comprehend all of it now. Neither the time nor the place was suitable.

Kale gazed down at the watering can.

“Raon, let’s take it with us.”
“Good idea! This won’t cause us any harm!”

Raon immediately stashed the watering can into his subspace. Kale crawled out of the Storage Shed. Then the mist grew thick.

Kale lifted his head, and Choi Han was standing before him. Kale asked him.

“Is it time?”
“Yes. They should be arriving soon.”

Kale gave instructions to On and Hong.

“Begin.”

Meow.
The mist that had lingered only near the Vegetable Garden began to spread outward. It remained white.
A poisonous fog that robbed one of direction. That toxic mist, saturated with such poison, gradually enveloped the Backyard and Kale’s body. Yet the white poisonous fog did not touch him—it shielded him instead.

-Human! Are we going to Dark now? Are we taking their things?

“Not yet.”

Kale shook his head in response to Raon’s question that echoed in his mind. Then he corrected himself at the sound of Choi Han’s voice.

“They’ve arrived.”

Choi Han’s gaze fixed on the Main Gate. A rough aura approached, radiating its power without restraint. That aura was formidable and relentless.

-They’re here! So we’re taking it now?
“Yes, but first I need to have a word with Dark before we take it.”

Choi Han faltered slightly at the word “word.”
But Kale asked Raon for a flight spell in a leisurely tone.
His body, wrapped in the poisonous mist, began to ascend.

It happened then.

CRASH!
CRASH!

A tremendous explosion engulfed the Seka Duchy. The estate suddenly erupted into chaos. Kale ascended to the rooftop, and then I saw it.

“Hahahaha! How pathetically weak!”

A masked man dressed in the garb of the Secret Organization stood laughing, trampling upon the shattered remains of a wyvern statue that had once guarded the Main Gate.

Orca Arch had obliterated that grotesque wyvern statue with his bare fists. Today, Arch had received instructions from Kale.

‘Do as you please, according to your nature.’

Arch swung his fists as the estate’s Knights came rushing toward him.

CRASH!

The last remaining wyvern statue—the symbol of the guardian knights—shattered as well. Arch was finally indulging his true nature after so long.
Archie acted like himself for the first time in a long while.

“Wow, is this a wyvern or a fairy? It’s so cute! Poke, poke—it crumbles into pieces! Ahahaha!”

Kale smiled contentedly as he watched Archie act like a complete madman. Behind Orca Arch were Rosalind and Paseton, dressed in the clothes of the Secret Organization.

“That’s excellent.”

The Lion Tribe Male wore simple leather armor rather than the garb of the Dark. His face twisted in fury as he cried out.
The Lion Tribe Male was dressed in simple leather armor rather than Dark’s outfit. He shouted with his face contorted.

“How dare they! Such filthy, shoddy fake clothes! So they’re just like the rest of them!”

Kale Heniatus felt much more refreshed in spirit.

“The night air feels really nice.”

It was still the middle of the night.

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