Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 205

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Crossing the harsh winter sea was never easy.
Because of this, the sailors who made the Northern Sea their domain were far from inexperienced. The Northern 3 Nations drew only the finest among those skilled mariners.

And now.

Crash!

Before the sailors who had barely escaped the fog after navigating through the whirlpools, a true sea of death unfurled.

“All hands, form ranks! Fire the cannons!”

The soldiers of the Indomitable Alliance barely regained their senses, rushing back and forth across the deck and through the ship’s corridors. Terror etched itself across their faces.

Thud, thump. A comrade’s corpse caught beneath hurried footsteps. Yet there was no time to properly acknowledge it.

“Ughhhh—”

A soldier poisoned but not yet dead. His body caught the heel of another soldier, but that soldier merely glanced at the poisoned man before stepping over him.

Otherwise, I’ll die too.

Corpses were trampled and left behind.
There had been those who looked after their comrades just moments before. But now, no one had the presence of mind for such things.

“If you don’t want to be buried at sea, move faster!”

A knight’s voice barking orders at those rowing.

“If you want to recover your comrade’s body, row now!”

To look after your comrades, you must first survive.
Otherwise, you’ll be buried at sea, and no one will ever find our bodies.

When leading three hundred ships across the frozen coastline, it had not been like this. Then, they believed they could destroy anything.
But it was the opposite. It was the enemy who was prepared to destroy everything.

“Load the gunpowder!”
“Where are the archers?!”

The deck was in chaos.
The Knights had barely formed ranks, and the Mages began unleashing their spells.

Boom. Crash!

Countless arrows ricocheted off the Mages’ shields and the Knights’ barriers. A Mage from the Paern Kingdom, part of the Indomitable Alliance, couldn’t help but curse as he watched the torrential rain of arrows pouring through the night sky.

“Damn it! When did they prepare all this?!”

Facing the three hundred vessels of the Indomitable Alliance were crimson ships in equal number.

“How is this possible from the Roan Kingdom?!”

Though the Roan Kingdom’s declaration in response to their declaration of war had been confident, most kingdoms across the Western Continent had paid little attention to them.
It was inevitable—they had been unremarkable for decades.

Yet they possessed such hidden strength.
Such naval prowess!

Why hadn’t a single nation with a navy of this scale dominated the seas until now?

The Mage from the Paern Kingdom expanded his shield further and issued orders to his subordinates.

“Fire and lightning attacks, launch them now-!”

Launch them now.
The Mage who was about to shout this hastily changed his command.
Dozens of fireballs rising in the distance.

Dozens of spells erupted simultaneously into the sky.

How is the Roan Kingdom capable of such magical attacks?
A navy, and magical assaults.

The Mage expanded his vision with magic in his eyes and shouted urgently.

“Shield—!”

In that instant, dozens of fireballs erupted from the whirlpools and assailed the emerging vessels.

“Ugh!”

The Mage who barely deflected them with a shield surveyed the decks of the crimson ships through his expanded vision. Countless crimson vessels. The Mage Battalion distributed across them.
The Paern Kingdom Mage could not close his mouth at the sight of those robed figures.

“…Insane.”

The Roan Kingdom possessed this many Mages?
How was this even possible?

The Paern Mage’s gaze shifted.
His eyes caught sight of a robed figure ascending into the sky.
Yet she was no Mage.

A being lifted aloft by the spirits of wind itself.
Tasha, the Dark Elf, listened intently to the voice calling from directly below.

“Once more.”

Kale Heniatus’s command.
Tasha raised both hands. Dozens of Mages from the Magic Battalion 1st Company began their incantations in perfect unison.

Crackle, snap.

Small spheres crackling with lightning surged skyward in an instant. Tasha wove her voice into the wind, relaying the military commander’s order.

“Attack.”

The lightning spheres descended upon the ships once more.
Kale Heniatus opened his mouth as he observed the spectacle.

“Move the ships.”

His words traveled through the magical communication channel to several of the crimson vessels. The Knight Commander aboard one of those ships drew his blade.

Clang.

The moment the Knight Commander drew his sword, followed by the other knights unsheathing theirs, the ship surged forward and came to a halt before the enemy’s massive warship—a vessel that no ordinary assault could sink.

Through the communication channel, Kale Heniatus’s voice pierced the Knight Commander’s ear.

—Sever the enemy’s neck.

Tap. The Knight Commander heard the footsteps of someone launching forward from behind him first.
At that sound, the Knight Commander could not remain still. His mouth opened.

“Follow.”

The Knight Commander’s feet propelled him forward.

Follow.
Follow the one ahead.

The Knight Commander’s body soared upward, landing on the enemy ship’s deck. Behind him, the other knights followed—some via ladder, others through sheer physical prowess.
They moved without hesitation, their eyes fixed upon a single figure’s back.

One shoulder, wrapped in bandages from an injury, was visible.
Yet from the uninjured shoulder and the hand beneath it, a black aura bloomed—vivid and unmistakable to the eyes of the Roan Kingdom’s knights.

The Sword Master of the Roan Kingdom, whose lineage was said to have been severed.
Choi Han moved despite Kale Heniatus’s instruction to remain still. His blood was boiling. He could not stay idle. Kale Heniatus, who had been watching him intently, ultimately relented.

‘…Do as you wish. You’ll handle it well enough. But if you sustain further injury, I won’t take you with me again.’

Choi Han etched Kale Heniatus’s command firmly into his mind.
He moved, remembering only that order.

Behind him, the Royal 1st Knight Order followed. A sword that had reached enlightenment. As long as that black aura remained ahead, the Roan Kingdom’s knights would know no fear.

Boom!

The black aura shattered the cabin.
Kale Heniatus stood upon the golden ship, sturdy and secure, positioned at a considerable distance from the crumbling vessel, observing all of this.

‘That fellow is truly remarkable.’

I watched Choi Han struggling through his librarian duties and thought he was indeed worthy of being the protagonist, leisurely surveying the battlefield. It seemed Choi Han’s heroic qualities were becoming increasingly apparent.

‘Now I can finally relax.’

A colossal golden turtle sculpture. My red hair, standing beside it, drew the gaze of everyone aboard the golden-lined ship.

Especially on this largest and most sturdy vessel, many nobles had taken their places. The nobles, who needed to make a good impression on me, could not possibly hide in the cabins, so they stood on deck in the sturdiest armor they could muster.

The nobles from the Southeast and Central regions of the Roan Kingdom, as well as those from the Northeast.
They could not utter a single word as they witnessed the spectacle unfolding before their eyes.

Ships were being destroyed.
People were dying.

But not us.

The nobles felt relief at the sight, yet their minds were complicated by the newly discovered facts. The noble pushing the Southeast agenda touched his own neck.

‘The Roan Kingdom possessed such naval forces!’

It was the Naval Base that the Crown Prince was known to have prepared.
Upon witnessing its scale, power, and even the Mage Battalion, the noble now understood why the Crown Prince had been designated as the successor to the throne.
Moreover, one additional fact shook him even more profoundly.

‘The Heniatus Count Family invested a third of the Naval Base’s construction!’

The Ubar Territory, possessing both fiefdom and coastline.
The Crown Prince of the Roan Kingdom.
And the Heniatus Count Family, wielding financial power.

As the collaboration of these three forces was revealed to the world, the noble felt fear toward the Heniatus Count Family more than anyone else.

“Cough.”

At that moment, a small sound touched the noble’s ear. He looked forward again.
Standing before him was Kale Heniatus.

The Northeast Commander wiped his mouth roughly with his sleeve. A trace of blood was visible on the fabric.

The nobleman found himself speechless.

At first, he had feared the Heniatus Count Family.
He was terrified of them—quietly amassing power in that remote fiefdom. But now, something other than fear began to bloom in his chest.

He heard Kale Heniatus’s command to the Mage Battalion.

“Raise your shields. Protect the soldiers.”

The mages obeyed Kale Heniatus’s order immediately, shielding the soldiers from the devastating spells unleashed by the enemy’s mages.
The enemy was annihilated while their own forces remained unscathed. It was an overwhelming display of dominance.

Who could have predicted that the Roan Kingdom would triumph so decisively over the Indomitable Alliance?

As the nobles witnessed their expectations shattered before their eyes, another emotion stirred within them. Then, one nobleman’s voice reached the ears of the others.

“…The Heniatus Count Family was originally the guardian house of the Northeast.”

They had forgotten, lulled by the long years of peace.

Though now renowned as a wealthy family, the true essence of House Heniatus was martial. Since the kingdom’s founding upon these lands, the Heniatus Count Family had stood as a bulwark at the entrance to the Dark Forest, protecting the Northeast and, by extension, the Roan Kingdom itself.
For a long time, ever since the kingdom was established on this land, House Heniatus has guarded the entrance to the Dark Forest and protected the Northeast Region and, furthermore, the Roan Kingdom below it.

When the Aylan Marquis Family claimed the finest lands in the Southeast of the Roan Kingdom, the Heniatus Count Family, despite being a renowned martial house at the time, had ventured into the remote mountains.
Into the Dark Forest itself—where the strongest monsters swarmed without end.
To the Dark Forest, which is also overflowing with the strongest monsters.

Now something seemed to come into view.

Beyond fear came a tremor, and then an inexplicable awe shook his very soul.
Beyond the fear came a shudder, and then an inexplicable surge of emotion overwhelmed my heart.

Yet there was no hesitation in his commands.
However, there was no hesitation in the way he gave orders.

And simultaneously, regret arrived.
Regret came to him at the same time.

They had boarded this ship, but they were too late.
The ‘real’ ones were already traversing the battlefield, not confined to this most sturdy vessel. Those with the qualifications to step into the very stage of history were already writing that history themselves.

The Northeast noble bit his lip. He wanted to say something to Kale Heniatus, but he couldn’t bring himself to approach him with his furrowed brow.
So the noble simply held his breath, suppressing the overwhelming surge of emotion rising within him. All the nobles stared at Kale Heniatus’s back as if they could pierce through it.

But Kale Heniatus felt none of those gazes. His frown deepened, and his eyes narrowed.

‘I’m hungry.’

He hadn’t lost much blood by controlling the destructive flames of the lightning strike, but his stomach was growling. Yet he couldn’t very well sit down and leisurely eat a steak in the middle of a war, so irritation bubbled up inside him.

At that moment, a voice echoed in Kale Heniatus’s mind.

-Weak human, I’ve caught the mage.

A smile formed at the corners of Kale Heniatus’s mouth.

The Black Dragon Raon had captured the Elderly Mage.
The Healer and the dragon hunter were already being held by Ron and Vicross, father and son.
Raon’s voice continued in his mind.

-But I’m sorry.

Sorry?
Kale Heniatus’s rising smile faltered. Raon’s words continued in his mind.

-You told me to bring the weak human alive, but he’s barely hanging on. He’s on the brink of death. He’s still breathing. I gave him a potion. But I think he’ll die within two days.

Well, that’s fine then.
Kale Heniatus began to smile again.

-And I’ve also caught the Spear Master. This one’s in good condition. Let’s throw him to Sword Master Hana.

Kale Heniatus was very satisfied.
When Kale Heniatus’s group had clashed with the Dark during the battle between the Whale Tribe and the Mermaid Tribe, the Spear Master had been close with Hana, who was both a Sword Master and a fake Saint.
The fake Saint was trembling with rage at those who had betrayed her, so throwing the Spear Master to her would prove to be quite useful.

Kale Heniatus raised his hand with satisfaction.
The moment he suddenly lifted his hand, the watching nobles froze.

However, Amir, the heir of the Ubar Territory, and the Dark Elf Tasha—both standing beside Kale Heniatus—immediately understood his command. His lips parted.

“Prepare for a full assault.”

The order announcing the final attack reverberated across the battlefield.
In that instant, the nobles felt the atmosphere shift dramatically.

Whoooosh—

The wind began to blow.
Within the crimson haze, wind gathered and converged toward that point.

The Mage Battalion Commander’s voice rang out.

“Seven Laroche!”

Uuuuung—

The mages stretched their hands toward the sky in unison. Dozens of streams of mana began converging into seven pillars.
The formation created by Rosalind at its center, working alongside the reclusive mages from the Wipper Kingdom—one of them slowly materialized above the sea.

Meanwhile, the knights who had been ravaging the enemy warships climbed back aboard their vessels and began returning.

“Fire! Don’t miss a single moment—keep shooting!”

The soldiers continued unleashing arrows toward the Indomitable Alliance.

Thwack, thwack.

Soon the crimson ships began retreating in unison.
The Ubar Territory’s coastline.
The naval forces trained within the whirlpools left behind by Kale Heniatus possessed superior abilities compared to the northern sailors.
Creak, creak. The soldiers rowing the oars poured all their strength into each stroke.

The ships retreated in unison.
Hundreds of vessels withdrew from the toxic fog simultaneously. The sight was magnificent. The nobles watching did not find it strange that they could see so clearly despite the dark night.
They had no time to notice their vision gradually brightening.

Kale Heniatus observed the knights who had fallen back and the mages who had completed their preparations. And he heard Raon’s voice.

-It’s finished.

Kale’s mouth opened.

“Attack.”

Kale’s hand descended.
In that instant, the crimson fog transformed.

Whoooosh.
The once-still fog began to shift.

The crimson toxic fog surged forward violently.
It resembled the blizzard that had once blanketed the lake leading to the World Tree.

“Ugh!”

The fierce wind forced the nobles and soldiers to shield their eyes. It seemed they would be swept into the toxic fog at any moment.
Then came the Mage Commander’s faint voice, barely piercing through the gale.

“Fire!”

Fire. Like launching gunpowder. Seven spheres conjured in the mages’ hands—orbs infused with multiple elements—were unleashed simultaneously toward the crimson fog, toward the enemy.
Like firing gunpowder. Seven spheres created in the hands of the Mages, those orbs mixed with various attributes, were all shot at once toward the red mist, toward the enemies.

The moment those seven spheres touched the poisonous mist whirlpools.

CRASH!

The sea convulsed. The water’s surface roiled. The nobles and soldiers aboard the golden-lined vessels gripped the railings or pressed their palms against the deck.
The Sea and its surface surged violently. The nobles and soldiers aboard the Golden Line either grabbed the ship’s railing or braced themselves against the deck from the shockwave of the explosion.

“Ugh!”
“Wait! What kind of power is this!”

Though the explosions obscured their vision, the violent churning of the sea left them unable to gather their wits. Explosions, screams of the dying, the sound of ships splintering—an endless cacophony assaulted their ears.

The enemy was perishing.

It was unmistakable.
Yet as the sea grew calm, those sounds of death faded away.

“C-Commander!”

The nobles slowly lifted their heads at the voice of Amir, who handled communications in place of the Lord of Ubar.

The Commander.

What had happened to him?
The startled nobles hastily raised their eyes.

Then they saw the now-tranquil sea.
At the same time, they could see Kale Heniatus gazing toward Amir.

“It seems I’ve kept my promise.”

One noble rose from his seat as if entranced by those words. His unsteady body swayed slightly, but soon he stood upright, and before him lay the sea, serene and vast.

A truth they had failed to perceive until now became apparent.
The sea was brightening.

The sun—the sun itself was rising.

Above the sea where the crimson haze had vanished, only the dead and shattered wreckage remained visible. Yet what captured the eyes of nobles and soldiers alike was the radiant sun breaking through.
Their gaze turned toward that which resembled the brilliant sun—where both the golden and crimson light of dawn converged.

The archers released their grip on their arrows. Those managing the sails let go of their ropes, and soldiers holding oars dropped them from their hands.

Thud.
An archer’s arrow fell to the deck.
Then their leader’s voice rang out.

“Inform the kingdom.”

The soldiers’ hands began to rise slowly toward the sky.
The voice of our commander, Kale Heniatus, rang out. He spoke while gazing at the communication crystal held in Amir’s arms.

“We have achieved victory. Inform the kingdom of this.”

We have won.
There are no more enemies upon the sea.

The soldiers thrust their hands skyward, their voices erupting in jubilation.

“Aaaahhhhh!”
“Wooooahhhhh!”

Relief, joy, and exultation—all of it mingled together in a roar that filled the expanse of sea.

We survived and triumphed.
We kept our promise.

The soldiers poured it all into their thunderous cries.
With the sun came the dawn of the Roan Kingdom.

The crimson vessels moved slowly together once more, converging with their cheers toward the Golden Sword, Kale Heniatus—toward their commander.

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