Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 241

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That light soon traveled along the black bones, spreading throughout the wyvern’s entire body.
Simultaneously, black threads began flowing from the wyvern’s form.

Whish, whiiiish.
Viscous black threads stretched outward one by one at tremendous speed.

“What is this?”
“Why did it suddenly turn black!”

The Bear Tribe members charging forward faltered at the abrupt transformation. In that instant, their bodies swayed.

“…Huh?”

The swaying Bear Tribe member’s gaze turned toward their own wings.
The wings were tilting.

The wyvern’s claws had scratched the wings. That spot was beginning to darken ominously.
The Bear Tribe Manager found himself instinctively looking toward Choi Han. The swordsman, who had regained his footing and stood at ease, opened his mouth.

“You shouldn’t present dead bones before a Necromancer.”

Crack.
The iron connecting the bones—the wings’ framework—shattered.

“Wh-what?”

The reason was simple.
The bones connected by black threads began moving of their own accord. Under that violent motion, the iron joints crumbled and fell apart.
Eventually, the bone fragments broke free from the wings.

Screech, clack. Clack.
And those bones followed the black threads toward a single destination.

Click. Click.
Like the teeth of gears interlocking one by one, white bones attached themselves one after another to the wyvern bearing black bones. The wyvern’s body grew progressively larger.

“This, this can’t—”

The Bear Tribe member’s lips trembled.
But he couldn’t remain still.

“My, my wings!”

The Bear Tribe member’s wings, where the wyvern’s claws had struck most frequently, were disappearing in more than half in an instant. His subordinate’s body tilted.

A fall.

Those who lose their wings have nothing left but to plummet.
The destination was into the dark blue Fire Pit.

The Bear Tribe Manager moved frantically. He reached out his hand—a motion to catch his subordinate. But he couldn’t get any closer.

Shwaaaack!

A black aura separated the subordinate from him.

“Kraaagh!”

The Bear Tribe member clenched his wounded hand, severed by the aura. As he turned his head, Choi Han’s cold gaze was fixed upon him. In that moment, he heard his subordinate’s scream.

“Aaaaagh!”

The sound of falling.
Without even fighting properly, the wingless subordinate simply plummeted.
It wasn’t just one.

The Bear Tribe members who had rushed at the wyvern, those with wings that the wyvern’s claws had touched—their bodies all began to tilt.
Dozens who had charged at a single wyvern slowly fell downward, into the Fire Pit.

Click, click.
Even as this happened, white bones covered the black bones, expanding the wyvern’s body.
The one standing atop that wyvern’s head.
His savage aura was directed at the Bear Tribe Manager.

The Manager could see his falling subordinates beyond that figure. Beings who had lost their wings to the Tiger Tribe plummeted into the Fire Pit.

Screams and flames.

When terror blanketed the sky, Choi Han moved.
His gaze fixed upon the Bear Tribe and the Dwarves.

With Raon and Rak both incapacitated, eliminating the enemy fell to me.

I saw the frightened ones.
Choi Han relentlessly pursued only those among the terrified who held command—the Bear Tribe Manager retreated backward.

Crash, crash!

Maddened Bear Tribe members lunged from the path as Choi Han gave chase, but he and the Wyvern carved through their ranks. The savage black aura grotesquely severed wings, and the Wyvern tore them to shreds with its jaws. Clad in armor forged from white bone, the Wyvern knew no fear.

Screech!

As wings ripped apart, another scream pierced the air.

“Damn it!”

The Bear Tribe Manager’s spirit broke as he fled, witnessing how Choi Han and the Wyvern spared not a single soul.
He had reached where the Dwarves huddled together. Terrified Dwarves gasped and drew their weapons in alarm.
Under normal circumstances, he would have cursed these cowardly wretches for not fleeing, but now he had no time for such indulgences.

Whoosh.
The black aura swept past him.

I might die.
Terror flooded through me.

The sky held no obstacles.
Thus, there was nowhere to flee from my pursuer.

‘Should I head to the ground?’

But the King’s command had been given.
Fight. Endure.

‘But for how long?’

The Bear Tribe Manager’s mind was consumed with chaos.
His kinsmen, his subordinates had plummeted into the Fire Pit, but he had no desire to follow them down into that abyss.

‘Damn it, damn it!’

Curses spilled from his lips continuously. Then came the moment.

-He has arrived.

The King’s proclamation echoed through the air.
The Bear Tribe Manager halted his frantic escape.

Choi Han, who had been pursuing the manager, did not hesitate or question the sudden stop—he immediately drew his blade.
But before that aura-infused sword could reach the manager—

“Kahahaha! You’ve finally arrived!”

The Bear Tribe’s vile laughter pierced Choi Han’s ears.
In that same instant, a chill ran down the back of his neck.

A sense of danger.
Or perhaps the instinct of prey confronting its apex predator.

Recognizing the source of that chill, Choi Han immediately seized the wyvern’s neck and cried out.

“Turn back. We have to go back!”

He had arrived.
Among the entities of Dark that the Bear Tribe Manager would speak of in such a manner, who else could Choi Han know?

Both the wyvern and Choi Han pivoted sharply. They began flying toward a single location.
Toward where Rak, Raon, and Kale were—the weakest members of their party.

As Choi Han cut through the wind toward the ground, a subtle sound stimulated his senses.

Whoosh.

The sound of magic unfurling.
Simultaneously, a presence that triggered his sense of danger manifested.

Choi Han’s gaze lifted toward the sky as he descended to the center of the pillar of flame.

A barrier of deep blue fire.
And the figure that appeared above it.

A Dragon Hybrid.

A platinum-haired man with a pallid complexion and a smile gracing his features emerged onto the battlefield.
Kale Heniatus furrowed his brow at the sight of the Dragon Hybrid who had finally appeared.

“…Damn it.”

The reason the war had to be fought swiftly.
The reason enemies had to be swept away as thoroughly as possible.

-Kale Heniatus, is that the author?

Crown Prince Albert’s voice came through the video communication channel.

“Yes, I’m cutting the connection.”
-What?

Kale Heniatus severed the video communication link. He then handed the communication device to Rosalind standing beside him and called out coordinates.

“Rosalind, connect to those coordinates.”
“…Young master, the author is—”

Rosalind’s expression grew grave. The genius mage was sensing the Dragon Hybrid’s power more acutely than anyone else present.

Why?

“It’s been a while.”

Because the Dragon Hybrid was not concealing his power—he was flaunting it.

Rosalind was someone who had witnessed Erhaben and Raon during their lessons. That distinctive aura unique to dragons who revealed their presence, that overwhelming mana—she felt it emanating from the author. Her lips grew parched.
Then Kale Heniatus’s voice reached her. Clear and sharp, demanding her focus.

“Rosalind, quickly. It’s our lifeline.”

A lifeline.
Rosalind immediately understood the video communication coordinates Kale had mentioned. With trembling hands, she hastily initiated the connection.
Meanwhile, Kale gazed up at the Dragon Hybrid Mage hovering in the air.

The Dragon Hybrid wore an expression of keen interest.

“So you prepared a fire barrier like this.”

He sensed a superior power emanating from the deep blue flames. He smacked his lips and looked down at Kale.
He hadn’t originally intended to come here.
Those pathetic Dwarves had made such a fuss about handling it themselves.

But he’d come in exchange for compensation when an urgent request for aid arrived.
And he was satisfied.

The fire barrier and a face he hadn’t seen in ages.
Someone similar to himself.
Upon seeing someone akin to him, he used amplification magic to open his mouth.

“Well, well, you can make something like this too, my little brother?”

My little brother.
Kale’s face twisted at those words.
That crazy bastard—when did I become his little brother? And why is he broadcasting this nonsense so loudly?

But Kale couldn’t respond. Instead, he moved his body slowly. The wolf boy Rak hesitated. He could see Kale approaching him.
That was when it happened.

“…No, that’s not it.”

The Dragon Hybrid murmured quietly. Without using amplification magic, his soft voice didn’t reach the others. But Rak could see the direction the Dragon Hybrid’s finger was pointing.

That finger was pointing at Rak.
No—at the bundled blanket in Rak’s arms.

Gasp, gasp.
The Young Dragon breathing heavily.

“The little brother isn’t him. He’s just human. That one is the dragon.”

The Dragon Hybrid’s eyes began to flicker with intensity. The power emanating from within that small blanket—it was the wave of force that arose when a Dragon created a vessel.
Though I had only experienced half of such a wave, the Dragon Hybrid knew it too. His lips curled upward into a smile.

“…First stage growth?”

His voice, amplified through magic once more, reverberated across the ground—directed precisely at Kale.

“What a perfect time to die, wouldn’t you say?”

If he were a true Dragon, I would genuinely wish to kill him.
Those with tainted blood despised and loathed complete beings—half-breeds were abominations.
The Dragon Hybrid’s smile stretched impossibly wide.

Rak unconsciously pulled Raon closer to his chest. Yet Raon remained unconscious, his breathing labored.

“Rak.”

Rak saw the back blocking his view.
It was Kale.

“From this moment forward, you look only at my back. Absolutely nothing else.”

Kale fixed his gaze upon the Dragon Hybrid.

“Hehehehe, this is going to be truly entertaining.”

The Dragon Hybrid’s deranged laughter echoed across the field.
Kale surveyed his surroundings.
Rak and Raon behind me were combat-incapacitated.
Rosalind had pushed herself so hard that blood seeped from her wounds.

Merry and Choi Han remained unharmed, but they were at a disadvantage against the Dragon Hybrid who wielded that light.
The Tiger Tribe had suffered heavy casualties, and even the Bear Tribe alone was struggling to hold the line.

Then only one option remained. Kale saw those approaching him.

“…Young master! That bastard—”

Witira fell silent as the grip on her shoulder tightened.

“Witira, the Whale Tribe needs water to go berserk, right?”
“…Small amounts of magically-created water won’t suffice.”

Whales were creatures of the sea. It was only natural that water was necessary for their berserk state, and the sheer volume and pure power of water required far exceeded what ordinary magic could provide.
Of course, one could create immense water power through magic. But Witira’s expression, as she surveyed the current situation, was grim.

“Rosalind is already in a difficult state, and the mages of the Breck Kingdom military have their limits.”

Crack, crackle.
Kale observed the spheres of light forming around the Dragon Hybrid Mage and contemplated.

I needed a force capable of confronting the Dragon Hybrid.
A being with power rivaling that of a dragon, hybrid or not.
Only the Whale Tribe could stand against such a force.

Even the Whale Hybrid Paseton would struggle.
Witira and Archie.
The next king of the Whale Tribe and their greatest warrior.
They were what I needed.

Yet even that would not be enough.
My gaze turned toward the Collapsed Cliff below the Dragon Hybrid and the barrier of fire.

Small amounts of magically-created water were impossible.
Then.

“Would a tidal wave spanning the length of that Collapsed Cliff, matching the length of that fire barrier, suffice? Even for a brief moment—would it prevent them from going berserk?”

…A tidal wave of that magnitude?
Witira envisioned a tidal wave spanning several kilometers—not quite ten, but matching that colossal fire barrier created by the dragon. With such power, filled with the pure essence of water itself.

“…It’s worth attempting.”

She could see Kale smiling as he gazed upon the fire barrier.

A force capable of withstanding the Dragon Hybrid.
They needed a battlefield where they could truly unleash their power.

Kale slowly grasped the necklace hanging around his neck.
What was contained within this jewel.

Dominating water.
The pure power of water itself, a force that suited the Whale Tribe—the rulers—more than anyone else.

This was the only way.

He spoke while looking at Witira.

“I shall create a tidal wave for you.”

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