Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 237

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A canyon exists that divides land from land.
No matter how strong one might be on solid ground, if they cannot cross that canyon, enemies cannot reach here. Rather, it was terrain where mages capable of long-range attacks held the advantage, which meant the Breck Kingdom possessed overwhelming superiority.

In the current situation, infantry numbers mattered little.

“…Your Highness, I was actually hoping to ask you the same thing. Has something happened?”

Rosalind had been waiting for Kale Heniatus all this time. For Kale to bring back information from Clophe.
But from his question, she realized he didn’t know either.

“Raon is ill.”

Rosalind’s expression changed. She immediately pulled out a video communication device from her possession and handed it to Kale Heniatus.

“Where should I connect it to?”
“To Alberu.”

Rosalind moved her mana without hesitation to connect the video communication device. But there was no need for that.

Beep— beep—

Rosalind’s video communication device emitting a red glow. She immediately connected it and handed it to Kale Heniatus.

-Kale Heniatus.
“Your Highness, what is it?”

The only video communication contact that Kale Heniatus had given to Clophe, excluding me, was Albert Crossman. Alberu was the only one who could understand Kale Heniatus’s intentions and respond appropriately.

Alberu must have certainly heard from Clophe what the dwarves’ means of transportation was.

Kale Heniatus waited for Alberu’s response.

That was when it happened.

“Commander, the infantry is retreating!”

The Knight’s voice directed at Rosalind.
Simultaneously, Kale Heniatus could see the enemy soldiers moving in orderly formation.
The sound of hundreds of thousands moving at once.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The earth trembled.
At the same time, a path opened between the soldiers.
In that moment, Kale heard the Crown Prince’s voice.

-So they’ve created wings. Apparently they drew inspiration from the Necromancer’s flying monsters seen during the battle at Heniatus Territory.

Albert Crossman continued urgently.
Kale could see the Bear Tribe emerging between the soldiers.

-Since controlling the Wyverns with Clophe became difficult, they killed all the Wyverns. The Dwarves used the dead bones, iron, and mana stones of those Wyverns. They created multiple sets from a single Wyvern.

Boom. Boom. Boom.
With each step of the Bear Tribe, the earth shook.
The most numerous among the beastman tribes known for their strength.
The Bear Tribe.

Massive wings were mounted on their shoulders.

Wings of bone mimicking those of Wyverns.
The massive, berserk Bear Tribe warriors could bear those wings.

Rosalind’s urgent voice rang out.

“Your Highness Alberu, what about the numbers?”

She asked while watching the Bear Tribe emerge across the hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the opposite side, and Alberu answered immediately.

-At least a thousand.

A thousand.
No small number.
At least a thousand beings capable of flight.

-It’s not just the Bear Tribe. The Dwarves are included as well. A thousand of them.

Behind the Bear Tribe members, Kale Heniatus could see smaller beings with reinforced bodies—Dwarves adorned with small wings on their backs.
The Flame Dwarf Tribe. Their forms were revealed for the first time.

Muscular bodies despite their diminished stature, and formidable weapons gripped firmly in each hand. Moreover, the Dwarf race itself was renowned for their exceptional physical strength.

Rosalind felt a headache forming as she observed them.

How do those wings function? If they’re powered by mana stones, magical force must be at work?
Should we shoot them down once the Mages launch them into the air?

Simultaneously, another question arose.

‘…How are the soldiers crossing over?’

That question was soon answered by Kale Heniatus and Alberu.

“This isn’t the end.”
-One more thing.

A voice reached them simultaneously.
Screech, screech. The sound of machinery grinding against itself. The sound of massive wheels turning.

“Commander! The Knights are withdrawing as well!”

Not only the soldiers but the Knights had withdrawn.

Hundreds of thousands.
Between the currents of that advancing force, a colossal structure emerged.

-They’ve constructed a bridge.

Massive structures designed to span the various points of the vast canyon.
The Dwarves had declared they would build a bridge.

-A thousand. Those soldiers will fight until the bridge is laid.

The thousand soldiers were not attacking.
They were protecting as well.

Protecting the bridge.

“…That’s a bridge?”

Rosalind couldn’t believe Alberu’s words.

“No! It’s not a bridge!”

That wasn’t a bridge.

“There are magical bombs loaded on it!”

A massive cylindrical object being dragged by wheels. What lay inside was unmistakably magical bombs.
Uuuung. I could tell from the vibrations transmitted across the cliff. It was filled with magical bombs on the verge of detonation.
At that moment, Kale’s voice reached Rosalind’s ears.

“The soldiers and knights continue to retreat. It seems they were meant to conceal something.”

Meant to conceal.
Rosalind gazed at the wings and magical bomb apparatus that the soldiers and knights had hidden. Kale’s voice continued in her ears.

“The cliff. If both cliffs collapse, a path will form. That would be a bridge as well.”

Rosalind lowered her head.
She saw the ground.
Ground and the cliff spanning between them. But if both sides of the ground collapsed, the rocks from the fallen cliff would fill that gap.

Rosalind watched the enemy forces continuing to retreat. They withdrew backward, and backward again, as if fleeing.

“…They’re destroying the canyon?”

Rosalind stared at Kale after the words left her lips. Then Alberu’s voice came through.

-The dwarves have one objective, or so I’ve heard. To be able to descend from north to south whenever they wish.

The end.
Yet the final moment before another beginning.

-To erase that boundary.

The Dwarf Tribe prepared for their ultimate battle with the resolve to destroy one of the Five Great Mysteries.

-So Ascosan and Norland have lent their strength to the dwarves’ will by moving all their soldiers, it seems.

The sudden surge in the number of soldiers.
This meant the approval of the vast majority of the Indomitable Alliance’s members. A result where even in defeat, there is no true loss. That was the foundation upon which futures could be dreamed.

“These reckless fools…!”

Rosalind could not comprehend the hearts of those driven to their limits. Thus, she had not imagined such a situation.
Because of this, the spectacle unfolding before her eyes now filled her with urgency.

Rosalind’s expression grew cold as her mouth opened.

“Fall back! Everyone, retreat!”

Simultaneously, she issued another command.

“All mages, prepare your attack formations!”

Raon was also incapacitated. Rosalind realized that she alone bore responsibility for magic in this situation. She directed the mages who were summoning soldiers from the teleportation circle.

“Stop the transfers!”
“Pardon?”

Magical explosions and detonations.
If soldiers arrived, it would only make things harder. One mistake and the soldiers would be caught in the blast.
Their arrival had to be delayed.

Right now, magic mattered more than soldiers. Long-range attacks were essential.

“Everyone, prepare your attacks.”

She made the decision to deploy the teleport mages in the offensive as well. The best defense was to completely block the enemies’ attacks at their source.
Rosalind issued orders one after another, concealing her urgency. Then an unwelcome sound reached her ears.

Boom. Boom. Boom.
Bear Tribe with massive wings.
They began to run. They began charging toward the cliff.
As if taking a running start to soar into the sky, hundreds of them hurled themselves toward the cliff all at once.

Boom. Boom.

Rosalind’s pupils trembled as she watched their advance. Simultaneously, another unwelcome sound reached her ears.

Whirrrrr—

A massive cylindrical device packed with dozens—no, an incalculable number—of magical bombs began to emit sound.
The mechanism, slowly preparing to activate, moved gradually but steadily.
It seemed it would soon fire in this direction.

‘Is alchemy mixed in?’

Countless thoughts churned through her mind.
That was when it happened.

“Rosalind.”

Kale Heniatus’s voice reached her.

“Young Master!”

Rosalind turned to look at Kale Heniatus with desperation in her eyes, but she froze.

“It’s a bomb.”

Kale Heniatus held out a small pouch. Before Rosalind could question his sudden action, she had no choice but to freeze.
Inside the slightly opened pouch, she felt an enormous wave of power.

As if responding to the magical bombs.
Massive mana was vibrating.

Rosalind accepted the pouch with trembling fingertips and unfolded it.
It was a spatial pocket.

“There are hundreds of highest-grade mana stones inside.”

Rosalind’s breath caught in her throat.
Even a single highest-grade mana stone was precious beyond measure. Hundreds of them vibrated together before her eyes.

“Use them.”

Kale Heniatus said this and brushed past her, moving to stand before the teleportation mages. He positioned himself in front of the large teleportation circle in his camp.

“Those flickering lights—aren’t they a request for transfer from the other side?”
“Yes? That’s correct.”
“Transfer them.”
“Yes? But—”

The mages glanced between Rosalind and the enemies across the way.

“Do it now.”

The moment Kale Heniatus spoke again, Rosalind nodded, and the teleportation mages reactivated the circle.

That was when it happened.

Boom. Boom. Booom—!

The first charge had begun.

“…Ah.”

Rosalind saw them first—roughly a hundred Bear Tribe members soaring skyward. They had taken flight.
Their wings beat in uneven strokes.
The movements were crude, yet they had launched themselves into the air nonetheless.

Lined up in formation, they fixed their gaze upon this position, ready to dive toward the Breck Kingdom camp at any moment.

‘…Attack magic and flight magic combined!’

A way to stop them came to mind. She gripped the pouch in her hand and immediately turned her gaze toward the Mage Battalion.
From this moment on, it was a race against time.

“I’ll help too.”

Merry lifted the spatial pouch containing bones. Rosalind offered a faint smile as she walked toward the Mage Battalion.
That was when it happened.

A brilliant flash erupted.

Light bloomed from the teleportation magic circle.
A sharp wind whistled through the air.
The wind swept past Rosalind, blowing toward the source of light. She turned her head. Her long crimson hair scattered in the breeze, and through it, a figure emerged.

“It’s been a while.”
“…Gashan.”

Gashan, the shaman and leader of the Tiger Tribe, had arrived with his tribe.
Rosalind saw the undulating wind beside him. Her movement toward the Mage Battalion came to a halt.
In that moment, Kale’s voice rang out.

“Gashan, use your wind shamanism. And summon the ravens.”

Ravens—creatures Gashan wielded like extensions of himself.
Last year, when they had annihilated Dark’s combat unit above the sea between the eastern and western continents, those ravens had served as invaluable messengers.
But beyond their role as messengers, they had many other uses.

“Hehehehe, so I should harass those big ravens up there?”

Big ravens.
Gashan’s expression as he referred to the Bear Tribe was relaxed and at ease.

A shaman. Unlike a mage, one who wielded the forces of nature in their raw form.
Among all the mystical regions, the Canyon of Death was particularly dominated by the fierce natural force of wind.

Gashan bared his sharp fangs, unable to hide his excitement.
At the same time, Kale spoke to Rosalind.

“Rosalind, let’s move them to the opposite side.”

Kale Heniatus’s finger pointed toward the Tiger Tribe. Rosalind watched them. The Tiger Tribe members descended from the teleportation circle one by one.

Growl, growl.

With each step away from the teleportation circle, their presence grew increasingly formidable. The Tiger Tribe members gradually entered their berserk state, expanding their bodies. And they laughed.
They were delighted by Kale’s words about sending them into the enemy ranks.

Just as our Mages and Soldiers swallowed hard at their ferocity and shrank back slightly, a second wave of footsteps echoed.
Following the roughly two hundred already ascending into the sky, another two hundred rose up.

Boom. Boom. Boom—

In that sound, people missed something else.

Whoosh.
The sound of a teleportation circle activating.

But the Mages caught that sound, and Kale noticed it as well. He approached the teleportation circle.

“It’s been a while.”

Last night.
When the wolf boy Rak became unable to fight, Kale contacted one particular being.

Splash.
A stream of water coiled around a woman’s arm, moving turbulently.

“Witira.”

The next Whale King.
Weaker than the Dragon, yet a being capable of challenging them. Simultaneously, save for the Dragon, the most powerful force on land—the Whales. And the woman who led them.
The woman who commanded them.
Witira, a humpback whale beastman, gripped a water whip in her hand and answered Kale’s greeting with a smile.

“Young master, I didn’t want to come alone, so I brought company.”
“It has been a long time, young master.”
“Ahem, it has been a long time.”

Paseton, a hybrid of the Whale Tribe, and Orca Arch, the Whale Tribe’s greatest warrior.
Witira led the two of them to find Kale Heniatus.

Wheeze. Wheeze. Kale Heniatus spoke to the beastmen while listening to Raon’s breathing as he slept in Rak’s arms behind him.

Among the beastmen, the Tiger Tribe and Whale Tribe possessed the most aggressive tendencies.
Now Kale Heniatus did not speak of defense as he had to the others.

Instead, he watched as Choi Han drew his sword and uttered what they did best.

“Destroy it all.”

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