Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 406

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“Duck!”
“Get away from the tower!”

Boom!
The ground trembled as part of the 7th floor of the tower exploded.

The luxurious and ornate space where imperial royalty, powerful figures, and wealthy elites had been feasting was obliterated.

-Human! It seems everyone has fled! There’s no one on the 7th floor!

Just as Raon said, those who had been indulging on the 7th floor late into the night didn’t hesitate for a moment—the instant the explosion erupted, they evacuated outside the tower without so much as a backward glance.

“Ha, haha—!”

Kale Heniatus turned his head toward the laughter.
The Mage Becrock was laughing as he watched the 7th floor explode. He sneered at Kale Heniatus.
In that instant.

Crash!

A figure burst through a window and emerged from the blazing 10th floor Alchemy Tower.

A being shrouded in black mana.
The Southern Alchemy Tower Master.
No—the Southern Black Magic Division Branch Chief.

His alchemy robes, wrapped in death mana, billowed in the wind.
Seeing this, Becrock spoke to Kale Heniatus.

“So you were planning to kill the imperial royalty and other high-ranking officials? But what a shame. Since you evacuated them first, none of the royal family actually died, did they?”

However, Becrock did not receive an answer from Kale Heniatus.
Kale Heniatus quietly moved behind a Knight and stood as if to support him.

Clang!
The Knight drew his sword and spoke.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Sir Rex stated it plainly alongside those words.

“We’ve already secured all the secret passages of the Southern Alchemy Tower. The royal family must be escaping through them.”

The sword’s tip pointed toward the Southern Tower Master.
Sir Rex. The Southern Tower Master.
Those who stood opposed over Mogur’s future locked eyes with one another.

“The Tower Master appeared late because you were evacuating them through the passages. But the royal family members who fled will be captured by our soldiers.”
“Do you truly believe that will happen?”

The moment the Southern Tower Master answered with ease.

Shrieeeeek—!
A piercing sound radiated outward from the tower.

Shriiek—! Shriiek—!
In response, sharp signal tones echoed from the forest near the Alchemy Tower.
Birds, startled, fluttered their wings and soared upward into the night sky.

-Human! The troops are moving!
‘Me, me! I saw it when locked in the Merchant Guild Master’s cave! The hidden forces are coming around the tower!’
‘Not the tower—they’re trying to trap the Capital’s military! They’re heading for the teleportation circle!’
‘Enemies detected. Death. Chaos. Ruin shall descend! Kahahaha!’

The hidden enemies began to move.
Then.

“Surround them!”

The Southern Tower Master cried out.

“Mm.”

A sound of acknowledgment escaped Sir Rex’s lips.

Whoooosh— whoosh—
Black Mages surged upward from various points throughout the Forest, accompanied by the vibrations.
They formed a massive circle centered on the Southern Alchemy Tower.

“Begin!”

As Becrock issued the command, additional Mages rose beside the Black Mages and took their positions.

Fluttering, fluttering.
Becrock and the Southern Tower Master.
As the two of them drew closer to each other, their robes billowed fiercely, wreathed in mana.

Becrock gazed at Sir Rex, Kale Heniatus, and Rosalind with her crimson mana, speaking with cold indifference.

“Seeing you attack so brazenly, it seems the other directions—east, west, and north—are also under assault. They must have the tower maps for those locations as well.”

The corners of his mouth gradually rose.

“Sir Rex, do you know what your weakness is?”

Sir Rex’s gaze, which had been fixed on the Southern Tower Master with his sword’s point, shifted toward Becrock. Yet Becrock spoke while looking past Rex’s shoulder at Kale Heniatus.

“It’s that vermin have gathered around you.”

Sir Rex’s expression hardened.
But Becrock continued speaking with leisure.

“Sir Rex, your backing must be reassuring. But ultimately, you are few in number.”

Kale Heniatus watched Becrock in silence as he spoke, regarding me.

“The Saint and those beside you, Sir Rex—they are merely Soldiers the Crown Prince deemed expendable. We have more Knights and Mages on our side.”

Becrock recalled the allied forces approaching the Tower.
A hundred or so had gone to the Secret Residence. They would surely die or be captured. But several times that number existed—and many among them were Knights and Mages.

In contrast, most of those beside Sir Rex were abandoned Soldiers.

“Soldiers are beings that can be replaced whenever they die. And you would attack all four directions—east, west, south, and north—with such expendable troops?”

Hehehehe.
Becrock chuckled as he spoke.

“Thank you for walking into the Graveyard of your own accord.”

That was the moment.

-Human, human!

Raon’s urgent voice echoed inside Kale’s mind.

“Huh?”

Simultaneously, an awkward sound escaped Kale’s lips.

The Southern Tower Master.
And Becrock.
When those two drew near each other.

Crack! Crackle!
The dead mana and natural mana that enveloped the two collided violently against one another.

‘No, are they becoming entangled?’

Whether it was a collision or a blending.
An indescribable current arose as the two manas drew closer together.

“…Surely not!”

At Rosalind’s murmur, I turned to look at her.
But Rosalind’s eyes widened as she watched the dead mana and natural mana intertwine.

The manas blending together.
They collided, yet simultaneously their momentum grew stronger.

It was not ‘1+1=2’.
Their collision seemed to create not ‘2’, but ‘4’ or even more.

In that instant, Becrock’s gaze turned toward Rosalind, whose face was hidden beneath a crimson robe.

“Did I ever say I wanted to be a Tower Master?”

He nodded readily.

“That’s right. I’m the only one who will become Tower Master.”

And truly, he was the only one.
Becrock believed this with absolute certainty.
Why?

“Because I’m the one who discovered how dead mana and natural mana can merge together.”

I was a genius.

“The laws of a new world.”

A revolutionary application of magic that had never existed before.

“The living and the dead. They are opposites, yet they coexist together.”

The mana used by Mages—natural mana.
And the dead mana wielded by Black Mages.
These two could never exist together.

Moreover, Black Mages were deemed a blight upon the East-West Continent, a scourge to be eradicated. Becrock’s smile deepened as he regarded the Mage in the crimson robes, whose momentum had begun to wane.
Becrock flashed an even deeper smile at the Mage in the red robe, whose momentum had waned.

“Did you know? The more opposing forces clash, the more destructive they become.”

The more they merged and collided, the stronger they grew. The explosive force was beyond imagination.
The more the opposing forces merged and clashed, the stronger they became. Their explosive power transcended imagination.

Kale surveyed his surroundings as the sound intensified. Even then, Becrock’s voice reached him.
Kale Heniatus looked around at the increasingly loud noise. Even in that moment, Becrock’s voice could be heard.

“East, west, north. The other places you guys went are probably in the same situation.”

A circle.
Black Mages and Mages formed a massive circle.
They began drawing a magical formation together.

Dead mana and living mana collided, swelling in volume.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
Small explosions echoed within the fierce maelstrom of mana.

“All of you will perish in this colossal vortex of mana.”

Becrock’s remaining hand pointed toward Rosalind.

“This is why I am the greatest Mage. Unlike you.”

Next came Kale Heniatus.

“And the Dragon?”

The Black Dragon.
Becrock knew that existence well.
The moment he sensed the black mana, he realized the Dragon was nearby.

Yet he felt no fear.
This was different from the Castle of Light.
This place was a battlefield designed entirely for him.

“Dragons are strong only because their mana surpasses that of humans.”

Therefore, the method to defeat a Dragon was simple.

“So I merely need to compensate for the mana.”

Becrock’s hand swept toward the Tower.

Crash!
The door to the 8th Floor shattered once more.

“…At last!”

The Southern Tower Master’s face broke into a radiant smile.

Boxes materialized before them.
Click, click.
The locks disengaged and the boxes swung open, revealing the spatial pouches nestled within.

Crackle. Crackle.
The mana circling in formation intensified with each passing moment.
Opposing forces collided, generating ever more devastating power.

“Scatter!”
“Fall back! Kill the Capital soldiers who teleported here earlier!”

Becrock savored every sound that reached his ears.
It was exquisite.
The screams of those who had stolen his hand and poisoned his body—their cries of agony were his vengeance made manifest.

“Khehehehe, mana can be replenished with mana stones. Even a dragon can be slain. My lord will be most pleased.”

Becrock gestured toward the spatial pouches.
It happened in an instant.

Whoooosh— Whoooosh—
The pouches erupted from their boxes and streaked toward the mages arranged in formation, moving at a velocity that neither Kale nor anyone else could intercept.

Half the pouches surged toward Becrock, encircling him in a protective ring.
Ecstasy gleamed in Becrock’s eyes.

Within these spatial pouches lay mana stones.
The tempest of blended mana already raging and colliding would amplify exponentially through their power.
The mana stones would magnify the force by factors of ten, a hundred, perhaps more.

Becrock’s voice rang out.

“It is you who shall be obliterated!”

That was the moment.

“How noisy.”
“…What?”

Sir Rex let out a soft chuckle.
His cloak fluttered in the winds stirred by the mixed mana.

Rex, Kale Heniatus, Rosalind.
All three stood enveloped in a fierce maelstrom of mana, appearing as though they might be consumed and swept away at any moment.

“True, most of my soldiers are ordinary troops.”

I observed Sir Rex’s back silently.

-Human! Lex seems to have grown quite a bit!

Just as Raon said, Rex appeared somewhat larger than before.
Sometimes position was what allowed a person to grow.

“But our soldiers have crossed the threshold of death. While the Deposed Crown Prince and fallen nobles fled.”
“Deposed Crown Prince?! How dare a former Imperial Knight speak such words! Aren’t you the leader of these rebels!”

The Southern Tower Master glared at Sir Rex and shouted.
Yet Rex laughed even then. Becrock scoffed at his laughter.

“You can laugh in a situation like this?”
“Of course. I didn’t come here for nothing.”
“…What?”

The moment Becrock hesitated.
Sir Rex shouted.

“Begin the third wave of detonations!”

His voice spread through amplification magic.
And seconds later.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dozens of explosions erupted.

Each of Hana’s explosions wasn’t powerful enough to shake the earth on its own.

Boom! Crash! Kaboom!

Yet as their numbers exceeded dozens, they billowed smoke into the air.
The Southern Tower Master’s pupils trembled.

“…A circle?”

The smoke had formed a massive circle.

“Perhaps the Black Mages and mage forces lack Mogur.”

The Tower Master could discern the nature of those smoke clouds and explosions.
Explosions too weak to be magical bombs, with no mage’s mana sensed within them.
Sir Rex’s calm voice resonated across the battlefield.

“Yet Mogur still possesses true alchemists.”

Kaboom! Crash! Boom!
Half-broken and a drunken alchemist—Ray Stecker. He had gathered alchemists who had gone into hiding and fled.
And they labored and researched.

“One must not forget that Mogur is a nation of alchemy.”

The alchemical bombs that Sir Rex and his comrades had detonated in the Imperial Palace.
Bombs crafted by alchemists who would become the foundation of a new Mogur.

Were now gripped as weapons in soldiers’ hands.

The soldiers stationed in the Capital had trained day and night to topple enemies with these bombs and protect themselves.
Once-forsaken soldiers had honed themselves into warriors whose powerful weapons could become even mightier strength.

Crash! Kaboom! Boom!

The sounds of trees collapsing accompanied each explosion.
Smoke and dust rose into the air.

It formed a circle even larger than the one surrounding the Tower, made by the Black Mages and mages.

“You are the ones surrounded.”

Sir Rex smiled.

-Human! Sir Rex was so cool!

Kale Heniatus nodded at Raon’s words.
That was the moment.

“Kekekekek!”

Becrock laughed, his shoulders shaking.
Then, his smile vanishing, he cried out.

“You insects dare to jest! I shall show you the greatest power!”

Magic.
Becrock believed magic to be the greatest power.
Otherwise, would not the Dragon—the mightiest existence—have magic as its primary strength?

“Open the pouches! Unfold the spatial dimensions!”

Becrock swept his hand through the air.
The Mages began opening their spatial pouches.

Whoooosh—
By his command, the mouths of the spatial pouches turned downward and opened.

“I shall bestow upon you the power of mana that even Dragons could not fathom—!”

But his words could not continue.

Tap. Tap.
He looked at what touched his shoulder.

“…Stones?”

Pebbles fell from the spatial pouches.
Tiny stones tumbled through the open pouch mouths, cascading downward in a steady stream.

Rather than magic stones that should rise into the air in response to his mana and unleash their power, these were mere pebbles crumbling to dust under the mana’s force and falling to the ground.

“…What… what on earth is this!”

His eyes widened.
In that moment, he saw the Mage in the crimson robe stepping forward.

“Here, catch.”

And there was Kale Heniatus, his expression indifferent as he tossed a spatial pouch to the Mage.

“Could it be—?”

Before the ominous premonition in his mind could fully take shape.

Plink. Thunk.
The contents of Kale’s spatial pouch spilled into the palm of Rosalind, the Mage in the crimson robe.

They were magic stones.
Magic stones poured out endlessly from the pouch.

And they began to envelop her alongside her crimson mana.
She opened the pouch and shook it vigorously.

Whoooosh.
An enormous number of magic stones, mingling with her crimson mana, gleamed like jewels as they wrapped around Rosalind.

Rosalind raised her hand.
The moment Becrock laid eyes upon it.
Rosalind clenched her fist.

Crack!

In response, a single magic stone shattered.
And a voice tinged with amusement flowed from her lips.

“Tower Master, that was supposed to be my turn?”

It was a signal.
Crack. Crack. Snap!
The magic stones shattered, their essence seeping into Rosalind’s mana.

Whooooom—
A circle forged from the mingled mana of Black Mages and Mages.
From the center of the gray circle, light resembling the sun surged upward.

Rosalind directed that crimson radiance toward Becrock.

“Go.”

A scarlet arrow shot forth toward the enemy.

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