Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 354

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But the moment I saw Raon, On, and Hong flying toward me with unusual speed, my expression—which had been uncertain—began to shift and take shape.The corners of my mouth slowly rose.
The corners of his mouth slowly rose.

My smiling lips parted.
I wanted to greet the average nine-year-olds quite warmly.

“Human!”

But the children were faster than I was.
The youngest Black Dragon cried out.

“The human is a stupid idiot!”

…What did he just say?
I froze. But Raon showed no hesitation.

“You’re smiling now! There’s fire erupting behind your back and you’re just standing there! Human, you’re an idiot!”

The average nine-year-old had no choice but to be urgent as he approached me.

Boom! Boom!
Explosions continued behind me, and black liquid surged upward, only to be immediately consumed by pillars of fire and winds.

Seeing me smile even as this happened right behind me, the average nine-year-olds could only feel exasperated.

“That’s right! You’re stupid! Really, really stupid!”

After the Black Dragon’s solemn and urgent cry came the red baby cat, shaking its head in disapproval.
My smile faded.

Then the Silver Cat spoke with a sigh.

“I don’t understand how you manage to make us worry more than our youngest.”

My expression grew sullen.

“That’s right! The great me doesn’t cause worry! But this human makes me worry more than I do at six years old!”
“It’s serious!”

Watching Raon and Hong chime in agreement with On’s words, Kale Heniatus let out a sigh.

“Ugh, my fate— gack!”

My fate, indeed.
Just as Kale Heniatus was about to utter these words, he staggered slightly. His eyes widened dramatically.
It happened in an instant.

“…Uh… um, Erhafen?”

Kale Heniatus teleported away in a flash, then looked back at whoever had seized the nape of his neck. The Ancient Dragon held his collar with eyes that had turned cold and sharp.

“So you wish to face the dragon’s wrath?”
“…Pardon?”

What wrath, all of a sudden?
Kale Heniatus’s expression turned bewildered.
I even brought out the ancient artifact jar, didn’t I?
Kale Heniatus waved the artifact jar as if to say, “Look at this,” but the Ancient Dragon didn’t budge, dangling him by his collar as he moved away from the exploding Black Mountain.

“That’s right! The golden dragon grandfather is correct! Does this human wish to face the dragon’s wrath!”
“There’s also the Cat-Human Race’s wrath!”
“Sigh.”

The average nine-year-olds chimed in agreement. Of course, Kale Heniatus felt oddly wounded by On’s final sigh.
But there was still greater emotional damage to come.

“…Sigh.”

…Choi Han exhaled deeply.
As he looked at Kale Heniatus and sighed, he gave a nod to On.

Boom! Bang! Crash!

Even so, the explosions continued unabated.

Cale’s expression grew increasingly peculiar as he observed how his companions were treating him.
There was no helping it.
The Ancient Dragon gripping the back of his neck had sweat beading on her forehead. Choi Han’s haggard face was visible.

Tap. Tap. Tap.
And the front paws of the roughly nine-year-old cats, which gently touched and withdrew from my body, were trembling finely. As if to confirm what was before their eyes, the paws that carefully touched and withdrew were soft and warm.
Yet they spoke as if nothing was amiss.

“Cale, it seems the purification isn’t quite finished yet?”
“Human! Should we destroy the island? We’ve already cleared away all the fog!”
“Lord Cale, what should we do?”

Cale’s expression grew increasingly strange. It was a face caught between smiling and grimacing.
Raon observed that expression intently before speaking.

“Human! What wicked thoughts are you harboring! Save that mocking expression for the White Star!”

Tch.
Cale’s expression instantly returned to normal.
While being held by the scruff of his neck, he glanced back over his shoulder.

Boom!
Boom! Boom!

Explosions were occurring without end.
And pillars of fire soared higher and wider with each moment.

-Kuhahahaha! Destruction! Purification! A sea of fire!

The voice of Cale’s Power reached his ears.

-I really am setting fire to the sea! Kuhahahaha! When I say I’ll do something, I do it! Kuhahahaha!

…Has it gone mad?
Cale felt something unsettling about the Destructive Fire’s excessive reaction.
Yet he would have to feel even more unsettled.

‘Hehehehe! Fire! Fire!’
‘Kahahaha! Destruction! Sea of flames! Happiness! Exhilaration!’
‘Let’s destroy everything! I am the wind of destruction! My destiny is to bring ruin! I am a free destroyer!’

The strange reactions of several Wind Spirits sent an icy chill down my spine.
Of course, there were relatively normal Wind Spirits as well.
One spirit approached my ear and spoke discreetly.

‘…There are many strange ones among us. Please understand.’

But upon hearing that concerned remark, I responded with a bitter expression.

“Starting now.”

At those words, my companions, the Wind Spirits, and Cale’s Power within me all focused their attention on me.
And shortly after, the others flew closer to me as well, watching as I opened my mouth to speak.

“Friend!”

The Mercenary King Burd Illis, along with Ron and Vicross—all three of them had flown here on the flight magic of the highest-tier mage Gren Puff.
Of course, Gren Puff was waiting on the ship. It was a precaution in case something unexpected happened.

The Mercenary King Burd Illis, who had rushed toward my group with Ron and Vicross, fell silent upon seeing me—my face gaunt and pallid after a week of ordeal.

‘What in the world have you been through!’

He thought he should take me away immediately.
However, the moment Burd approached my side, he heard what I was saying.

Starting now.
The words that followed from me.

“I will destroy the island.”

…What?
Burd Illis paused, looking at me against the backdrop of flames and wind devouring dead mana.
Yet I spoke to my companions calmly.

“A sea of flames.”

There was still a significant amount of dead mana remaining within the Storage on Black Mountain.
Purifying it would require a far greater power.

“I’m thinking of setting fire across the Sea.”

Huh?
Bud, his expression dazed, could hear the voices of Ron and Vicross following behind him.

“Young master, you remain unchanged.”
“…Seeing you act like this, it seems the young master is in perfect condition.”

The two of them remained composed.
And as the subsequent actions unfolded, Bud could only watch with a vacant expression on his face.

“Human! I’ll place a shield around Twin Island and the Sea!”
“I’ll drive away the fog!”
“I’ll help both of you!”

The group of average nine-year-olds began to move.
Bud flinched at the immense mana pouring forth from the Black Dragon. It was a power that inspired awe.
Beside the Young Dragon, two cats moved in tandem.

“Choi Han, swing your aura toward Black Mountain and the surrounding ground.”
“Yes, Kale.”

Choi Han then drew his sword.
Bud felt goosebumps rise on his arms as he witnessed Choi Han’s blade emerge from its sheath for the first time.

‘…This is something else.’

A gleaming black aura soared endlessly toward the sky. Choi Han began to swing that aura toward Black Mountain.

BOOM!
A tremendous roar struck Bud’s ears.
The Mercenary King watched as a massive groove carved itself into Black Mountain, which had been covered in cracks like a spider’s web.

WHOOOOSH!
Black mana surged upward through the crevice.

‘Definitely not at the level of an ordinary Sword Master.’

The Mercenary King continued to watch Choi Han wielding his aura-infused sword and the Black Mountain crumbling in response, feeling tension from the overwhelming power.
But that was only the beginning.

Uuuuuung—
The Mercenary King turned his head at the vibration of mana.

“…Hah.”

He saw a massive silver shield enveloping his homeland island. The Young Dragon and the Cats had already become invisible and were nowhere to be seen.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Bud turned his head again at the voice he heard.
Erhafen had released Kale’s nape and stood beside him. Vicross and Ron had already moved past the Mercenary King and positioned themselves behind Kale.

Kale entrusted the artifact to Ron and slowly extended both his hands forward—one gripping the spinning top and the other empty.

Crack, crack, crack.
The Black Mountain was crumbling under Choi Han’s sword, the whirlwind, and the flames. Yet Kale’s hands were not directed at the black mana flowing from the collapsing mountain.

The sky.
Kale’s hands were directed toward the sky.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—
The Mercenary King’s body trembled at the sound coming from the sky. He looked up.
On had driven away the mist, revealing a clear sky.
It was a rare, bright and azure sky in this place.

But the moment the Mercenary King saw that sky, his eyes widened.

Red.
Everything had turned red.

His entire field of vision was dyed crimson.
In the instant he realized this fact—

Boom! Boom! Boom!
He could hear the sound of Destructive Fire striking down upon the Black Mountain.

Golden Destructive Fire rained down endlessly upon the Black Mountain.
In that moment, Kale’s lips parted.

“Don’t extinguish it.”

Don’t extinguish the fire, don’t extinguish the lightning.
The Mercenary King Bud caught the scent.

It was the smell of wind.
From Kale, he sensed an Ancient Power of wind attribute.
The moment he realized this, the Mercenary King saw small whirlwinds beginning to engulf the Black Mountain.

The land where lightning and fire descended.
Above it, winds were swirling fiercely.
The wind did not extinguish the fire.

Fire and wind intermingled, transforming into crimson wind that swept across every corner of the island.

“…Ah.”

The Mercenary King watched as the black liquid—the dead mana—vanished where it touched the Destructive Fire and wind.
In its place, only glittering powder remained.

Golden ash.

“Huff.”

The Mercenary King turned his head at the sound of deep breathing.
Kale was about to collapse forward. Vicross caught him.

“Young master.”

Ron also supported Kale.
But Kale could not hear Ron’s voice.

‘They’re dancing!’
‘Let’s dance!’

I heard the voices of the Wind Spirits.

‘Now, now you are all free! Farewell!’
‘Farewell! We’re dancing to say goodbye!’

The Wind Spirits guided my Destructive Fire with dead mana, creating small whirlwinds.
It was a dance.

As those who had been trapped since ancient times—over ten thousand years ago—departed, the Wind Spirits sent this farewell in their honor.

Whoooosh— whoooosh—
As the wind passed, beautiful golden dust scattered like flower petals in its wake.
Dead mana no longer existed in that place.
And neither did the blackened earth.

Though covered in golden ash.
Beneath this layer of ash, Wind Island was reclaiming its true color for the first time in ten thousand years, no longer the blackened land it had been.

Whoooosh— whoooosh—
And the wind appeared again, embracing the golden ash once more.
The terrifying voice of Jjangdol echoed in my mind.

-It’s a blessing, really.

The voice meant it was fortunate that no one lived on the blackened island, only earth and stone.

If living creatures had existed.
If plants, animals, and people had been present.
We could not have purified everything by burning it all with Destructive Fire like this.

Whoooooosh— whoooosh—
I heard the voice of the Voice of Wind.

‘Let’s all do it together!’
‘Hold hands! Hands!’
‘Spin around! We’re dancing!’

Small whirlwinds gathered one by one.
The Wind Spirits held hands with one another. And they danced in circles, spinning round and round.

Following the massive wind, golden-red ash spiraled upward into the sky in great circles. It was as if flower petals were ascending toward the heavens.
And finally.

‘Goodbye!’
‘Now it’s farewell! Take care!’

The moment the Wind Spirits bid their parting words.
The Black Mountain vanished, and a scorched, desolate land appeared in its place. And red rain fell.

Patter.
Patter.
I opened my palm, feeling the sensation against my cheek.

Like flower petals, golden-red ash descended from the sky.
A beautiful crimson light settled upon the scorched earth and the tranquil sea.

-Thank you. Truly.

The Thief spoke into my mind.

-I’m relieved it happened at all.

I also heard the relieved voice of Cale’s Power.
I lifted my head to gaze at the golden-red ash falling like snow, then lowered it again.

Choi Han, the nine-year-old average. They were approaching. Erhafen, Ron, and Vicross were already at my side.
My lips parted.

“Ha, haha-”

Laughter spilled out.
But in that moment.

“Ha, cough!”

That laughter was cut short.

“Human! You must not lose consciousness!”

A damp, salty piece of apple pie filled my mouth.
And a gentle voice reached my ears.

“Young master.”

Ron was fingering the spatial pocket hanging from my waist.

“Why is it that all the provisions remain, save for one day’s worth?”

Ron’s kindly smiling face, Vicross’s expression growing increasingly sinister, and pieces of apple pie becoming ever more saturated as they were fed to me.
In that moment, Ron spoke to my ear in his gentle and soft voice.

“It seems our young master wishes to have a deep conversation with this Ron. Is that not so?”

I clamped my mouth shut at the sight of Ron’s kindly smiling expression.
…This terrifying old man.
Though he smiled gently, his murderous gaze made me chew and swallow the apple pie from the average nine-year-old without complaint.

Losing consciousness.
Coughing up blood.
The moment I did either of these things, I realized I might truly have to meet with this terrifying old man for a serious talk.

Munch, munch.
I chewed and swallowed the apple pie from the average nine-year-old with more determination than ever before.

-…I’m sorry.

But the moment I heard Jjangdol’s voice, I paused.

-…During the trial, my heart’s vitality worked hard to maintain your body’s condition, but you still went hungry for a long time, and afterward you used Cale’s Power. Even with the wind’s aid.

Ramble, ramble.
Jjangdol was being quite talkative.

-No matter how much stronger you’ve become compared to before, you used the Ancient Powers to purify that massive Storage and an entire Island while your stamina was below normal. So it seems- um.

…Could it be?
Kale swallowed the apple pie in his mouth hastily. And the moment the next apple pie entered his mouth.
Jjangdol spoke with a sorrowful tone.

-I’m sorry.

Kale lost consciousness with the apple pie still in his mouth.

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