Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 405

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The video communication had ended.
Kale Heniatus climbed out through the window without hesitation.

Click, click.
The window of the 9th Floor Military Command Room locked behind him from the inside.

‘I’ll head over in a bit!’

The Wind Spirit’s voice reached my ears.
Thus, two of the three spirits who had come to the tower with me remained behind—one in the magic stone storage and one in the military command room. Of course, they would rejoin us later.

‘…Explosion! Destruction! Kahahaha!’

Only one peculiar spirit remained, but I had no time to dwell on that.

“Let’s go to where Vicross is.”
-Understood, human!

I made my way toward the room assigned to Flavin Sinten, where Vicross was waiting.
There, I would meet with Flavin, Ron, Vicross, and everyone else.

* * *

Click.
I turned my gaze toward the door at the sound of it opening.
The figure sitting on the sofa beside Vicross slowly rose to his feet.

“Guild Master, you’ve arrived?”
“Hmm!”

Flavin Sinten flinched slightly at my greeting as he entered the room. But he soon nodded nonchalantly and stepped inside.

Click.
I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them again at the sound of Ron closing the door behind him and engaging the lock.
In that moment.

“So, how was it?”

I heard Kale’s indifferent voice.
Flavin was startled by the sudden shift in demeanor, but finding this composed attitude more comfortable, he quickly opened his mouth.

“In an hour, a few Mages and the Southern Alchemy Tower Alchemists will depart with their forces to retrieve the disguised slaves.”

Flavin’s two hands gestured toward the two people excluding Kale.

“I’ve arranged for the guide to be provided by these individuals, as you instructed.”

Ron and Vicross.
These two were to lead the Southern Alchemy Tower forces that would retrieve the disguised slaves.

“The Mages are skilled enough to install teleportation magic circles. Of course, they lack the capacity to move twelve hundred people at once, so they plan to divide them into smaller groups and teleport multiple times.”
“Good.”

The corners of my mouth lifted.
The Mages heading toward the trap with Ron and Vicross weren’t skilled enough to move multiple people alone like Rosalind or Becrock.
But if they could construct magic circles capable of moving twelve hundred slaves across multiple sessions, that was sufficient.

‘The fewer Mages there are, the easier it becomes to detonate the tower.’

The more the magical forces fractured, the more advantageous it was for my side.

Flavin Sinten, having finished his report, regarded me with tension. My mouth opened.

“Open it.”

Vicross’s hand moved.
Creak—
The bag placed on one side of the table opened.

“…Gasp!”

Flavin drew in a sharp breath.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
His heart raced.

Magic bombs came into view.

‘Those things will explode today.’

Flavin’s fingertips trembled faintly.
A hand from a man belonging to the Sun God Cult descended onto his shoulder with a soft tap.

“You’ll need to move with me. Consider yourself fortunate, by the way.”

Flavin’s dark brown eyes gleamed with amusement.

“If you stay by my side, you won’t get caught in the explosions. Sounds good?”
“…Yes, yes. Of course.”

Flavin shut his eyes tightly at the response, then opened them. The man from the Sun God Cult’s voice thundered into him like a bolt from the heavens.

“In one hour, we move the enemies into the trap. Three hours after you depart, the explosions begin.”

Precisely four hours from now.
10 p.m.
When complete darkness falls, despite the long days of summer.

“The best defense is striking first.”

Strike the enemies before they can act.

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Tick. Tick. Tick.
Flavin Sinten’s face grew increasingly pale as he stared at the pocket watch in his grasp.

His gaze turned toward the window.
A figure stood gazing out at the night-shrouded world beyond the glass.

“It’s time.”

At those words, Flavin’s fingertips tensed with force.
Eyes behind the mask turned toward him.

“Jump.”

And his finger pointed out the window.

“…Must I really jump?”

The other party offered no response. Flavin Sinten clenched his fists. His gaze fell upon the window of the 6th floor.

There was no right to refuse. Only fear rose within him.
In that moment.

“10, 9-”

The countdown began.

Damn it!
Flavin’s pupils trembled.
Kale Heniatus watched with indifference. Whether that fool succumbed to fear was none of his concern. There was no need to show mercy.
However, there were other entities reacting to his countdown.

‘Finally, it begins!’
‘Everyone, move to the top of the tower!’
‘Destruction! The countdown to hell! Khahahaha!’

“8, 7, 6-”

-Human, human! I’m done!

“5, 4-”

Tap, tap, tap.
Kale Heniatus turned his gaze toward the sound of footsteps.

“Aaaahhh!”

Flavin shrieked and hurled himself toward the window.

“3.”

Kale conjured wind at his feet alongside the golden spinning top.
Whiiiish—
As the wind enveloped him.

‘Let’s go!’

Whiiiing—
The three Wind Spirits leaped out the window first.

“2.”
“Damn it!”

Flavin’s body shot out the window.

“1.”

Whiiiish—
Kale’s body hurtled out the window at tremendous speed.

“Gasp!”

Flavin drew in a sharp breath.

“I… I’m alive.”

Wrapped in the wind alongside me, I felt the emptiness beneath my feet and the dizzying height of the tower.
His gaze turned toward the masked man.

“Gasp!”

But Flavin had to swallow empty air first.

Darkness.

Uuuuung—
Something dark was crawling up from the first floor of the tower.

‘What is that?’

Before I could even voice my confusion, the wind shifted my body’s direction.

“Huh?”

The wind wrapped around Flavin, carrying him toward the forest near the Southern Alchemy Tower. Flavin’s gaze turned to the masked man.

“Stay quiet and hide. If you want to live.”

The man spoke coldly and swept his hand through the air.

“W-what?!”

Flavin’s body was swiftly transported by the Wind Spirit to a cave it had scouted beforehand, hidden in a corner of the forest away from the tower.
Though it was a safe location, Flavin, unaware of this, was consumed by fear and covered his mouth with both hands. He wanted to protest the man’s actions—so different from what he’d expected—but he couldn’t.

‘…Insane! How is that person from the Sun God Church?!’

The identity of what was rapidly engulfing the Alchemy Tower became clear to me now.

Black mana.
It consumed the tower from below.

Whoooosh— Whoosh—
And a massive vortex of wind formed at the tower’s peak.

Beep beep beep— Beep beep beep—
The Southern Alchemy Tower, responding to the black mana, began blaring emergency alarms. The tower, which had been dimly lit, rapidly brightened.

The Alchemists, Mages, and Knights remaining in the tower were likely rushing about in response to the sudden emergency.
But Flavin couldn’t see any of that.

The black-masked man ascending toward the tower’s peak.
The black mana rising in his wake.
And the vortex.
Finally, the magical bombs about to detonate in response to that black mana.

‘…That person…’

Flavin was afraid of the man in the black mask.
A new Sun God Church?
Saint Jack, who seemed so virtuous?
That man loomed far larger in Flavin’s mind than either of them.

Because he looked the most like a villain.

Flavin eventually turned his gaze away.

At that moment, Kale Heniatus stepped onto the pointed rooftop at the very top of the tower.

Wheeee— wheee—
The entire Southern Alchemy Tower was on high alert.

-Human! Let’s do this!

Raon’s excited voice rang out.
Kale Heniatus looked down and opened his mouth.

“Open the doors.”

That was the beginning.

‘Chaos! Destruction! Kahahaha!’
‘Shut up and open them already!’

Whirlpools descended from above, spiraling around the entire tower from top to bottom.

Creak. Creak. Creak.
The windows rattled and soon flew wide open.
The two Wind Spirits were throwing open every window in the tower.

“What is this!”

The shock of those peering out the windows was evident.
Many were also rushing out of the tower.

“There, over there!”

Many of them were pointing at Kale Heniatus, who stood atop the tower.
The officials lingering near the tower hurriedly made their way toward it.

“Who are you?!”
“This person is a loyal subordinate of Flavin, the Flavin Merchant Guild master!”

Some recognized Kale Heniatus. It was the Alchemist who had been guiding Flavin.
But Kale Heniatus’s gaze was not fixed on them.

Creak.
The moment the window of the 10th Floor room where the Tower Master of the Southern Alchemy Tower resided swung open.

“…Could it be? That voice!”

The instant Becrock leaned his face out the window with a shield wrapped around him, looking up at Kale Heniatus.
Kale Heniatus shouted.

“Throw it!”

Whirrrrr—
A magical bomb hurtled toward the open 10th Floor window.
And.

“Detonate it!”

Uuuuung—
Black mana wailed.

KABOOM! KABOOM—!
KABOOM—!

Three times in total.
Three deafening explosions shook the air.

“Ahhhhh!”

People instinctively screamed and crouched down.
Some cried out in shock.

“Th-that’s the 9th Floor! Near the military command center!”
“The 6th Floor exploded too!”
“Th-the Tower Master is in that-!”

The 6th Floor, 9th Floor, and 10th Floor.
Magic bombs had detonated in three locations total.
Crimson flames flickered through the shattered windows.
Or rather, where windows had once existed. From those voids came the sound of black smoke, roaring fire, and the terrible screech of collapsing space.

In that instant.

“First wave.”

A voice rang out from the tower’s peak.
The voice—distorted and amplified—reached those on the ground with crystalline clarity.

“Move! Get out of the way!”
“This is insane! What’s happening?!”
“Silence! Everyone, maintain your positions!”

Amid the chaos of those fleeing the tower and the shouts of soldiers regaining their composure.
The amplified voice reached every ear with unmistakable precision.

“…First wave?”

Those words carried a terrible implication—there would be a second.
Every eye turned toward the Southern Alchemy Tower, now partially ablaze.

-Human! He detonated the uninhabited sections first.

Kale Heniatus responded as if answering Raon’s voice.

“The second wave begins shortly.”

The masked figure, wreathed in black mana and wind, spoke those words, and unease rippled through the crowd.

“You bastard!”

At that moment, someone burst through the flames of the 10th Floor toward Kale.
A Mage appeared without a trace of soot, shield casting deployed with a single hand.

Becrock.
A subordinate of the White Star.

He was glaring at Kale.
Kale waved at him kindly upon seeing him.

“Recognized right away. It’s been a while, Becrock. One of your hands looks rather empty, doesn’t it?”
“Ha, haha!”

Becrock burst into laughter.
Then he abruptly stopped laughing.

“So the Black Dragon came as well.”

His eyes observing the black mana were cold and calculating.
Kale did not answer Becrock’s words and merely shrugged his shoulders.

“I have no reason to answer you, do I?”

Becrock showed no reaction to Kale’s languid words. Instead, his lips curled upward increasingly. He caressed his empty wrist with his other hand as he spoke.

“How convenient.”

With those words, Becrock’s single hand moved.
And he shouted.

“War! We proceed as planned!!”

Boom!
The 8th Floor.
The windows of the floor that the explosions had not yet reached shattered.
Becrock had destroyed them.
Whether due to that explosion or Becrock’s voice, the troops rapidly converged toward Kale, centered around the Tower.

“I shall sever both your wrist and the Black Dragon’s snout.”

A low hum resonated through the air.
Mana began to swirl around Becrock.
Kale Heniatus spoke as he observed him.

“I don’t like it.”
“…What?”

Becrock’s face contorted.

He flinched.
But then he hesitated.
His gaze turned toward the Northern Region.

A tremendously vast surge of mana was felt.

Something was coming.
Something was approaching from the North.

It was different from this black mana.

Becrock’s gaze shifted back to Kale Heniatus in alarm.
Kale Heniatus was smiling.

“You suddenly launched an assault on the Capital, you see.”

Both Kale Heniatus and Raon waited with composure.

“The original plan hit a snag. So I changed it.”

According to the original plan, Choi Han would have scattered in all four directions—north, south, east, and west—as advisors to various Imperial figures.

But now that Becrock and the White Star’s magical forces had entered the game.
A change was necessary.

“And you, Becrock—I needed someone to face you.”

In the darkness of night.
Kale Heniatus finally appeared.

Whoooosh!
A brilliant crimson mana as radiant as the sun blazed into view.
A colossal pillar of red light erupted from the Forest north of the Tower.

-Hehe. Human, behold the teleportation circle I crafted with you over these four hours!

The teleportation circle that Raon and another had constructed together during those four hours before the explosion.
People streamed endlessly through the circle.

Crack, crackle.
As the magic stones shattered and spewed crimson light.
Kale Heniatus saw two figures rising above the ground bathed in red radiance.

One was a Knight draped in a cloak.
The other was a Mage in a crimson robe.

The two moved swiftly toward the Southern Alchemy Tower.

The Knight was Sir Rex.
The Mage’s face remained hidden beneath the robe.

But as the Mage approached the Southern Alchemy Tower, she pointed a finger at Becrock.

“Is it you? The human who would become Tower Master?”

Then, observing the mana enveloping Becrock, she spoke curtly.

“Ah, it’s you lot.”

With those words, brilliant crimson mana erupted like flames beside the robed Mage.
The one whose face was concealed by the robe.
She was Rosalind.

Kale Heniatus gazed at Sir Rex. As their eyes met, Sir Rex immediately spoke.

“Second explosion commencing.”

BOOM!
Another explosion shattered the night once more.
Brilliant crimson mana surged forth alongside the flames.

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