Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 238

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Destroy it all.
The first to respond to those words were those who had always stood beside Kale.

“Choi Han!”

Rosalind called out to Choi Han. In the same instant, her hand clenched a supreme-grade mana stone.
Choi Han bolted toward the cliff.

Uuuuuung—

A wave of mana rippled around her. Rosalind’s other hand moved swiftly through the casting motions. Five movements in total.
At the completion of those gestures.

Tap, tap, crack!

Choi Han’s feet kicked off the ground.
A smile played at the corners of Rosalind’s lips.

The coldest-natured woman among Choi Han’s companions in 【The Birth of a Hero】. She possessed a fearlessness of a different sort—a complete absence of dread.
Fearless enough to abandon a throne, unbounded enough to dream of becoming Tower Master.

Yet coldness did not mean composure. Her eyes fixed upon the enemies.

“You’re all dead.”

Her hand extended toward Choi Han.
Whoooosh. Wind enveloped Choi Han’s body.

Flight magic.

Having lifted Choi Han skyward, Rosalind immediately proceeded with her next action.

“Mage Battalion 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Companies—prepare maximum-power offensive magic formations at once!”

She hurled supreme-grade mana stones to the captains of the Roan and Breck battalions approaching her position. Her movements were without hesitation.
The captains hastily caught and secured the supreme-grade mana stones.

“And the 4th Battalion will deploy speed-enhancement magic circles to send our forces to the rear!”

Another supreme-grade mana stone was tossed to the commander of the 4th Battalion. Count Ecrus, the prized disciple of the court’s chief mage, approached her.
He was the Vice-Captain of the Mage Battalion’s 3rd Battalion.

“Commander, what about flight magic?”

The Tiger Tribe and Whale Tribe, along with the strong warriors from Kale’s side.
We needed flight magic to send the strong ones who could fight the Bear Tribe members already soaring into the sky. Making others fly through the air—it wasn’t simple magic. It required at least an intermediate-level mage.

“I’ll do it.”
“Pardon?”

Rosalind didn’t even look at Count Ecrus as she began pouring out mana.

“I’m sufficient. Vice-Captain, return to the 3rd Battalion.”

Count Ecrus hesitated and stepped back.
One, two, three. The crimson mana flowing from Rosalind’s body became thin threads of light, beginning to coil around her.
No—it began to surge like waves around her.

‘Ecrus, you cannot measure Princess Rosalind by ordinary standards. The princess abandoned the throne for a reason.’

Ecrus recalled his master’s words, the chief court mage of the Breck Kingdom. He looked around. The mages from Roan and Breck combined formed a considerable battalion.
Ecrus had never witnessed so many combat mages gathered in one place.

No, he had never even seen mages gathered like this.
Because the Magic Tower no longer existed.

The Magic Tower.
Hundreds of mages would gather there at any time. But the Magic Tower had collapsed.
Ecrus gazed at Rosalind’s back.
Rosalind, now obscured by countless crimson threads of mana, was no longer visible from behind.

Leading the Mage Battalion, she appeared as passionate and destructive as her hair color.

‘Ecrus. I look forward to the future of Princess Rosalind—no, Mage Rosalind. So observe and learn well in this war.’

Master.
I think I understand what future you saw.

Count Ecrus turned away from Rosalind. He hurried to his own position. At the same time, Rosalind smiled as she watched the one standing beside her.

“Don’t worry, young master.”

She spoke playfully to Kale Heniatus.

“I’ll pay the full price for the mana stones.”
“There’s a discount for bulk purchases.”

At his nonsensical remark, Rosalind laughed and closed her eyes, then opened them moments later and cried out. Simultaneously, the crimson threads swirling around her shot forth in a single direction.

“Move!”

The Tiger Tribe responded to her command.
The heavy footsteps of their massive forms thundered loudly. Through their midst, the voice of the shaman Gashan pierced through.

“Wind, summon forth your black wings!”

Thud.
Gashan’s staff struck the ground. In that instant, cries echoed from afar.

Caw, caw, caw.

A dark swarm.
Against the brightening dawn, a black mass flew toward them. They came not from a single direction. From all directions, dozens—no, hundreds of crows gathered and began to fly forward.

Rosalind and Gashan’s eyes met.
Gashan grinned and spoke.

“Thanks to you, they’ve become the ground upon which the soaring tigers will land.”

With each step the Tiger Tribe took, the black wings would become temporary footing.

“And they will also blind our enemies.”

The crows would traverse the sky and obscure the enemy’s vision. And in that space, the Tiger Tribe and Choi Han’s blade would emerge.

“That sounds good. I like it.”

Rosalind responded lightly, closing her eyes and spreading both hands. A rustling sound. The highest-grade mana stones floated into the air, and as she moved, crimson threads of mana wound around the tigers’ bodies.
Rosalind’s red hair rippled, wrapped in the crimson light like the rising sun.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

The Tiger Tribe’s feet struck the ground fiercely.

The crimson threads lifted the Tiger Tribe toward the sky. With a sharp snap, the crimson mana threads connected to Rosalind severed, but the connection itself did not disappear.

The crimson threads wrapped around the Tiger Tribe and gradually became transparent, transforming into wind.

“Kehehehe, meeting those Bear Tribe bastards again!”

The Tiger Tribe scattered. Each of them had to face dozens of Bear Tribe members. One against many. Yet the Tiger Tribe could not hide their excitement.

“…So you’re the Tiger Tribe who killed our Fire Bear Tribe!”

The Tiger Tribe member looked at me and sneered at the Fire Bear Tribe humanoid baring its teeth.

“You killed each other and now you’re blaming me?”

With a sharp sound, the Tiger Tribe member felt crows gathering beneath his feet, offering their bodies as a platform.
From below, the leader’s voice rang out.

“Charge like the Mountain!”

Gashan’s command.
The place where tigers could be strongest—the Mountain. Rampage like that place.
The Tiger Tribe member licked his lips.

His foot lightly pressed against the crows, the black earth. The Tiger Tribe’s white robes fluttered in the wind.

“Can you handle dozens of us alone?”

The Bear Tribe member flapped his wings and charged at the Tiger Tribe approaching me. The Tiger Tribe member laughed.

“How could one carrying such cumbersome things defeat a tiger of the Mountain?”

The Tiger Tribe warriors, cloaked in dark earth and transparent wind, were unstoppable. He leaped over the charging Bear Tribe members despite the burden of his cumbersome wings.
Like land trembling from an earthquake, he moved.
And positioned himself behind the Bear Tribe member who had been speaking to me.

The Tiger Tribe warrior’s hand moved, seizing the false wing.

“Ugh, argh!”

The Bear Tribe member thrashed, but his body, pinned by the wing, wouldn’t budge.
Yet dozens of other Bear Tribe members charged toward the Tiger Tribe warrior.
From east, west, north, south, and above.
To anyone watching, the Tiger Tribe warrior had nowhere to escape.

“You can’t go anywhere! You’ll die anyway! Ahahaha!”

The Bear Tribe member whose wing was seized burst into laughter.

“You Bear Tribe bastards sure talk a lot.”
“What?”

The Bear Tribe member turned his head. Dozens of charging Bear Tribe members were visible, yet the Tiger Tribe warrior was smiling. The Bear Tribe member held from behind felt his spine chill.
The Tiger Tribe warrior spoke clearly.

“It’s a mountain, you see. A mountain has no flat ground.”

His clear smile revealed fangs, making him look ferocious.

“A mountain only goes up or down.”

Surely not?
The Bear Tribe member’s eyes widened in that instant.
The Tiger Tribe warrior kicked off the dark earth.
And fell downward.

The Canyon of Death.
Into that darkness-shrouded abyss, the Tiger Tribe warrior plummeted, clutching one Bear Tribe member.

“You madman!”

The Bear Tribe member shuddered as wind grazed their cheek. And behind them, they felt fear at the Tiger Tribe warrior’s laughter.
The Tiger Tribe warrior tightened their grip on the massive wings held in their hands.

Screech, crack!

The wings were torn apart. Shattered. Even as they fell, the Tiger Tribe warrior continued to destroy the wings relentlessly.
The Bear Tribe member saw fragments of the wings falling below them first.
Bone shards, metal. They fell one by one in sequence.

And finally.

“I should take the magic stone.”

The magic stone didn’t fall.
Instead, the Bear Tribe member felt a hand seizing the back of their neck.

“Farewell.”
“…Gasp!”

The Bear Tribe member’s breath was cut off. Weighed down by the massive wings, they couldn’t do anything. The back of their neck—already berserk—was gripped in the tiger’s hand.

“Ugh, hack!”

With a scream, the Bear Tribe member’s body went limp. They must have lost consciousness. The Tiger Tribe warrior released the neck they’d been holding.
The Bear Tribe member fell.

But the Tiger Tribe warrior stepped upward.

Tap.
Crows offered their bodies to his feet.
The Tiger Tribe warrior looked up. I could see the gleam in the eyes of the Bear Tribe members staring down at me.

The Tiger Tribe warrior smiled at them.

“Well then, let’s go up.”

As if scaling a mountain gorge, the Tiger Tribe warrior stepped onto the black earth with hands clasped behind their back, ascending toward the sky and the enemies. Their movements were unobstructed, and there was not a trace of fear in them.

I saw a small glimmer of fear reflected in the pupils of the berserk Bear Tribe members.

“This is why bear cubs don’t work out. What good is intelligence if they only trust in numbers and are cowards?”

The wide sleeves of the white martial robe fluttered. Feeling the wind, the Tiger Tribe member soared toward the sky.
And this was not his story alone.
All the Tiger Tribe members began to glide through the heavens, shamelessly revealing to the Bear Tribe the terror of those who dominated the Mountain.

Rosalind opened her eyes.
She who had safely delivered the transparent wind to the Tiger Tribe members.
Rosalind’s eyes were stained red with burst capillaries.

Her crimson gaze fixed on one point.

Boom, thud, thud,
Across the way. The winged Bear Tribe members who had not yet taken to the sky were now changing direction and charging forward.

They began their approach not toward the air, but toward where she stood—the Breck Kingdom Camp.

Uuuuung-

Rosalind gazed at the massive cylindrical device behind the roughly three hundred Bear Tribe members charging toward her. With its operating sounds, light began to swirl gradually within the cylinder containing magical bombs.
Beside that cylinder, winged Dwarves had established a defensive formation, and enemy mages were gathering.

Rosalind smiled once more.

Boom-!

With a sound that shook the earth in unison, hundreds of Bear Tribe members charged toward her. To evade the Tiger Tribe and the ravens, to destroy the Mage Battalion.

Rosalind thrust both hands forward and cried out.

“Three!”

The ground beneath her feet began to vibrate.
The robes of the Mage Battalion mages fluttered, and the mages gathered in a circle around the highest-grade mana stone thrust both hands forward just as she did.

Mana rippled.

Rosalind prepared the magic that would shatter the wings of those incoming Bear Tribe members.

‘…Half!’

I would kill half of those bastards in the Canyon.

“Two!”

And I had to deploy magic while evading the Tiger Tribe.

Rosalind turned her head. Her eyes met those of the shaman Gashan.

Caw. Caw.
The crows began carving out a path. Routes for attack magic to pass through were being created one by one.
1st, 2nd, 3rd Battalion, and Rosalind. Four pathways for magic were being formed.

Through those paths, I could see the Bear Tribe members flying across the Canyon.

‘First, I attack the Bear Tribe, then I must stop or strike that cylinder in succession.’

It would strain my body, but I resolved to unleash large-scale attack magic in rapid succession. I had plenty of highest-grade mana stones, so I had to push myself to block that cylinder containing those magical bombs.

That meant either stopping its operation, or at worst, detonating it in the enemy camp.

I bit my lip.

‘At that size, even if it explodes on the opposite side, it would be catastrophic.’

Even if the cylinder detonated on the far side of the cliff, the shockwave from the magical bombs would reach the Breck Kingdom Camp. But that was better than it detonating in the Breck Kingdom.

I opened my mouth.
One.
The moment I uttered that number, the attack would begin.

“O-”
“Rosalind.”

Then, I heard a call that stopped me. I saw Kale’s face, and simultaneously, figures moving behind Kale.

Tap, tap.
A woman soared into the air. Her blue hair, holding the essence of the sea, scattered across the sky.
At the same time, a massive water whip slashed across the air.

Whoooosh.

“Huh?”
“Dodge! It’s the Whale Tribe!”

The Bear Tribe members hastily evaded the whip. But the whip’s target was not them.
Like a thunderbolt, the whip extended across the canyon.

Boom!
With a deafening roar, the ground on the opposite cliff collapsed inward. The water whip drove down into that spot.
But the whip soon vanished. Instead, the woman who had wrapped it around her arm descended to that location, using the whip’s recoil.

The first to land in enemy territory—Witira.
She grasped the whip again and split the water whip in two with both hands.

Whoooosh.
The whip easily divided into two strands. Water whips began to swirl in Witira’s hands. Rosalind watched the sight and slowly opened her mouth again.

One.

Before the final signal could leave her lips, the voices of the Bear Tribe members engulfed the battlefield.

“Damn it! Half of you chase the whale! The other half, keep going!”
“Hurry!”

Those leading the Bear Tribe humanoids accelerated and dove toward the Breck Kingdom Camp. The sight of hundreds of wings flying simultaneously like arrows sent chills down the spine.

“Rosalind.”

But Rosalind could say nothing. Instead, she watched Kale, who kept blocking her path and calling out to her.
When only tens of meters remained between the Breck Camp and the Bear Tribe.
When the bodies of those from the Breck Kingdom side shrank back.
At the same moment, the gazes of those from the Roan Kingdom side turned toward one person.

From the hands of that person who received those gazes—Kale—a silver line extended forth. Simultaneously, a thunderous roar shook the canyon.

Crash!

A silver shield unfurled, colliding with the Bear Tribe warriors.

“Ugh.”

Blood dripped from Kale’s lips. Rosalind couldn’t comprehend why Kale was standing in her way.

Crash! Bang! Crash!

The Bear Tribe’s wings and Kale’s shield continued to collide.
Rosalind opened her mouth.

“…Young Master, Raon isn’t here either.”

The power that always enveloped Kale’s silver shield. Rosalind knew Raon’s shield. That’s why she stared at Kale, who was deploying his shield alone without it, her eyes trembling as she spoke urgently.

“You can block the Bear Tribe with attack magic, and then stop that cylinder device! The Whale Tribe and Tiger Tribe are here too, so it should be possible!”

In that moment, Rosalind could see Kale’s smiling face.
He grimaced as if in agony, yet simultaneously his expression was filled with irritation.

“Rosalind, I’ll keep this brief.”

Cough. Black blood flowed from Kale’s mouth again. The more he bled, the better his complexion became, yet no one could see such a complexion through the blood.

“The Whale Tribe won’t stop the cylinder device. Neither will the Tiger Tribe.”
“What do you—”

They won’t stop the device? They won’t block the magical bombs?

“Half of the Mage Battalion and you will attack that cylinder, and simultaneously the other half will prepare shields and escape magic.”
“…The bombs will detonate? Dozens of bombs will explode!”

Even now, the Bear Tribe was crashing against the silver shield. Rosalind spoke rapidly, caught in Kale’s calm gaze as he looked at her.
The mages standing by for the attack were waiting for her.

“When the bomb detonates, a bridge will definitely form! The enemies will cross over the fallen rocks—the infantry, the soldiers. There are so many of them that our casualties will be severe!”
“The enemies won’t cross over.”
“…What?”

Kale Heniatus remained acutely aware of Rak standing behind me, Raon cradled in his arms. I felt a strange relief wash over me as I spat blood, my chest finally unburdened.
I wore the smile that Raon would have greeted with a quip—”Human, why do you smile like that?”—and forced away the hollowness. My lips parted.

The moment the Canyon trembled.
The enemies would face wrath itself.

“The Dragon’s fury will surge forth.”

The Dragon’s fury.

“Ah.”

An exclamation escaped Rosalind’s lips. The existence she had forgotten.
The object Kale Heniatus had planted deep within the Canyon alongside the Tiger Tribe at the beginning of this year.

A pillar of flame that would pierce the very heavens.
A pillar of flame superior to what the Alchemy Tower had created.
The ancient Dragon Erhafen’s pillar of flame lay dormant in the depths of the Canyon, holding its breath.

“From this moment forward, we deceive the enemy.”

Kale Heniatus’s smile was reflected in Rosalind’s eyes.

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