Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 410

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Chapter 90. With Tears Held Back

Both allies and enemies stared blankly at the two massive crimson hands of mana rising in the night sky, grasping each other.

The moment the two colossal hands of crimson mana touched, they formed a perfect circle, blazing like the sun itself.

“Guh—AAAAHHHHH!”

The agonized screams of the one trapped within that sun left everyone paralyzed, unable to act.

-…Wow, this is serious.

Bud watched the scene through the video communication channel, his mouth hanging open in shock.
He could see Becrock struggling and thrashing, ensnared within the hands of crimson mana.

Becrock desperately tried to block Rosalind’s mana—which wrapped around his body like flames, attacking relentlessly.

“AHHHHH!”

But it was futile.
Every time he conjured mixed mana, the crimson mana collided with it, separating the dead mana from the ordinary mana.
And then it annihilated the ordinary mana entirely.

‘Damn it! Damn it! Curse it all!’

The ordinary mana being destroyed was mana that existed within Becrock’s body—not the Southern Tower Master’s.
In other words, it was mana he had accumulated while casting spells.

“Guh—this, this can’t—!”

Becrock’s face contorted.

Rosalind’s mana was annihilating his own mana.
This demonstrated that Rosalind possessed far superior mastery over mana manipulation than Becrock did.

Only then did he grasp the meaning behind Rosalind’s words.

‘Becrock, while you were creating rules and casting magic, I was casting magic too.’

And now, the mana she had cultivated over countless years tightened around Becrock’s throat.
Fury surged within Becrock.

‘Thank you. I’ve grown because of you.’

He understood the meaning behind those words. Rosalind’s current form, this growth—it was all insight gained during their battle with him.

Becrock’s breath grew increasingly suffocated.
He couldn’t escape.
Whenever he tried to unfold a teleportation spell, the crimson mana thoroughly overwhelmed and shattered his own mana.
It was relentlessly persistent.

“Gasp, hack! Gasp!”

Becrock wanted to breathe.
He wanted to live.
He didn’t want to suffer.

‘To die like this! After I’ve trampled over everyone and climbed to the top!’

His vision gradually darkened.
And before it turned completely black, Becrock saw Rosalind’s composed face. No joy, no sorrow, no anger—only an impassive expression.
Becrock’s face contorted as he was finally consumed by complete darkness.

The crimson hands vanished.
Becrock’s body plummeted.

Whoooosh—
But a crimson wind blowing from somewhere caught Becrock’s body in mid-air.
It was Rosalind’s magic. She opened her mouth and spoke to the approaching figure.

“Your Highness.”
“Miss Rosalind.”

Rosalind pointed Becrock out to Kale.

“He hasn’t died. If you place a mana restraint on him and hand him over to Sir Rex, that should suffice.”

Burd Illis was watching the scene beyond the video communication screen. As he observed Becrock in the direction Rosalind’s finger indicated, he swallowed hard.

‘It would be better to die.’

I wouldn’t last much longer.
Likely, I was kept alive so that the four who would lead Mogur forward—Sir Rex, Saint Jack, Hana, and Ray Stecker—could claim the enemy commander as their prize.

‘I never knew Rosalind had such a side to her.’

She was cold yet thorough.
Bud found that aspect quite appealing.
Because she had shown it to the ‘enemy.’ It was better than carelessly injuring allies through weakness.

‘…And the Tower Master position is confirmed.’

Bud recalled the image of Rosalind wrapped in crimson mana.
I had never seen a mage fight in such a manner before.

It was that intense, and moreover, there was something about her that captivated the human spirit.

‘I’ll need to increase the proportion of Western Continent people in the Mercenary Guild’s roster going forward.’

Bud’s mind became tangled with thoughts about the future.
Then, Kale spoke to Rosalind without emotion.

“You worked hard.”

He pulled out a potion bottle and offered it to her.
Rosalind stared blankly at the potion. The reason was simple.

“…I have no strength.”

The sudden, rapid growth and the battle that transcended limits had ended, and only then did the tension release—my body felt completely drained.

‘I’m not about to collapse.’

Just a wave of exhaustion washed over me. Both body and mind.
Glancing at the unconscious Becrock, I fell into contemplation. No, a new concern arose.
It was something I always experienced, but I was tired of it.
That was when it happened.

Tap. Thud.
Rosalind felt small front paws tapping against her back.

“Magnificent! You’re so clever, Rosalind!”

A smile bloomed across her lips.
In that moment, Rosalind could hear Kale Heniatus speaking with a dumbfounded expression.

“Shall I open the cap for you? Or should I pour it into your mouth?”
“I’ll do it myself, human! I’m stronger than any human!”
“Well, suit yourself then.”

At the carefree banter between Raon and Kale Heniatus, Rosalind finally burst into genuine laughter.
Gripping the potion bottle, she spoke to Kale Heniatus, who watched her, and to Raon, who was cloaking himself invisibly behind her back.

“I have the strength to open a potion cap and drink it.”

And more than that.

“I have the strength to deal with the remaining stragglers.”

It wasn’t over yet.
Rosalind hastily uncapped the potion and drank it, then gazed downward.

Some mages had escaped via teleportation magic, but many mages and Black Mages remained below.
They looked up at Rosalind with eyes filled with fear and admiration.

The gaze of those witnessing the Mage Rosalind.

“I’m descending.”

She headed toward the ground.
Kale Heniatus pocketed the video communication device and followed behind her.

Boom—Crash!
The two of them landed directly behind Sir Rex.

Step by step.
The knight and enemy soldiers standing across from Sir Rex gazed upon Rosalind, her face concealed beneath her robes, and the masked man with fear in their eyes.
And Sir Rex, who had brought them here as well.
The alchemical bombs held in the soldiers’ hands too.

“The mages and black mages were going to abandon you.”

Sir Rex spoke to these men who were both enemies and people of Mogur.

“There is no one to protect you.”

His gaze turned toward the mages and black mages under the White Star’s command.

“Will you still fight?”

Kale smiled inwardly.
Sir Rex was becoming a leader who knew how to speak quite fitting words at the appropriate moment. His words felt like a threat to the enemy, yet to his own forces, they returned as trust that they would be protected.

“If you surrender, I won’t kill you.”

It was the final blow.

Clang!
The sound of a soldier dropping his sword echoed from somewhere. That sound was the beginning.

Clang. Clang.
Weapons fell to the ground.

“…What are you all doing! Kill that cursed bastard!”
“If you drop your weapons, you’ll be seen as sympathizers with the rebels and executed!”

Royals, nobles, and those in power shouted from all corners, but the more they did, the more soldiers lowered their weapons.
They had realized that if they charged forward, it would be they who died, not those giving orders from behind.

‘This place will be settled now.’

Kale felt that the battle at the Southern Alchemy Tower was nearly over.
Of course, those in power and the royals still remained on the battlefield.

However, with the Southern Alchemy Tower Master—the most powerful among them—dead and Becrock gravely wounded, the enemy’s leaders found themselves consumed by fear, their own survival paramount and no escape route in sight.

Rosalind stepped back slightly and approached Kale.
Then she whispered.

“We should wrap this up and leave, shouldn’t we?”

Kale nodded quietly.

“We can make the timing work.”

Rosalind nodded pleasantly at his words.
That was when it happened.

-Hey, hey!

Kale flinched at the small voice.
He looked at Rosalind, and she, having heard the voice as well, nodded and signaled that he could slip away.

Kale withdrew leisurely, as if it were part of the original plan.
His allies naturally cleared a path, and he entered the forest.

“What’s wrong?”

Kale pulled out a video communication crystal from his pocket. From the device, muffled by being inside his garment, an urgent voice emerged.

-Hey, something’s going wrong with the situation!

Bud spoke frantically to Kale with an anxious expression.

“What is it?”
-The Black Mages and mages from the East-West Alchemy Towers!

Why them?
Has word of Becrock’s defeat spread?
Did some of the mages who left relay the information?

As Kale’s brow began to furrow, his eyes met Bud’s.

-They all went north! Suddenly, in an instant!

The Black Mages and Mages from the East-West Alchemy Towers went north?

-We received word from the north! Three teleportation circles appeared in the nearby forest, and the Black Mages and Mages started pouring through!
“…East, West, South. They’ve all gone north.”

Who was stationed in the north right now?
Kale recalled the allied forces sent to the Northern Alchemy Tower.

“Ah.”
-Human! The gentle Saint is there!

That’s right.
Saint Jack.
He was in charge of the north.

Bud spoke rapidly.

-We determined the Northern Alchemy Tower was the weakest of the four, and since it’s closest to the Capital, reinforcements would be easy to send, so we dispatched the Saint there. But now they’re all converging on that location!

East, West, South, North. Among them, the Southern Alchemy Tower was the strongest, the others were comparable, but the Northern Alchemy Tower was the weakest.

-Kale, you and Raon should go first and help the Saint.

The allied forces heading to the Northern Alchemy Tower consisted of Saint Jack, the Knights under Sir Rex, and the Alchemists.

“…It’s insufficient.”

But given the current situation, their forces were inadequate.
Especially in terms of magical power.

“I need to go.”
-Right, first you-

Bud’s words could not continue.

-Beeeep beeeep-

Kale Heniatus saw through the video communication device screen that another communication device on Burd’s desk was ringing urgently.
The communication device glowed red.
It was an emergency call.

A mage belonging to the Roan Kingdom Mage Corps under Rosalind’s command—one who had come with Rosalind to assist with matters in Mogur—quickly connected the communication device.

-A message!

The mage cried out, and Burd glanced at Kale Heniatus before immediately reading the message aloud.

-It’s from the North.

The North. A report from Saint Jack.

-Li-

Burd paused briefly before speaking rapidly with a hardened expression.

-Individuals presumed to be from the Lion Tribe have appeared. We cannot yet determine whether other beastkin are present or not. And-

He looked toward Kale Heniatus.

-And it appears there are golems in the underground chamber beneath the Northern Alchemy Tower. The exact number is unknown. They’re advancing toward the Capital.

Burd asked Kale Heniatus with genuine alarm on his face.

-Hey, what do we do about this?

Golems, the Lion Tribe, and black mages alongside mages.
Not to mention soldiers and knights as well.

The Mogur Empire versus the Wipper Kingdom.
It resembled that war from before.

-No matter how much they want the throne, this is insane, isn’t it?

Yet this time, the difference was that it was happening within Mogur itself.
Golems marching toward the Capital.
The mere thought was horrifying. Rather than a clash between opposing forces, they were essentially dragging every ordinary citizen of Mogur into this chaos.

—Hey, Kale. This is—
“Bud.”

As Kale opened his mouth, Bud fell silent and waited for him to speak.

“Contact everyone. Tell them to come north.”

Kale’s gaze turned northward.

“And I’m heading out now.”
—Human! I’m coming with you!

Bud acknowledged and cut off the video communication.
From now on, he too would be frantically relaying messages as a messenger.

After finishing his video call with Bud, Kale contacted Ron separately. Once that was done, he saw Rosalind approaching.

“Your Highness, it seems this situation will be resolved soon.”
“We should head north first.”

Kale relayed his conversation with Bud to Rosalind and asked her to completely secure the Southern Tower together with Sir Rex.

“…Shouldn’t I go as well?”
“It would be better if Sir Rex fully secures the south before heading north.”

Rosalind gazed at Kale’s hardened expression, her face etched with concern.
Just when things seemed to be going smoothly, another problem had emerged.

“Hmm.”

Lost in thought, Kale dragged both hands across his face.

—Human, it’s fine! I’ll go!
“Your Highness, I’ll wrap things up as quickly as possible and join you.”

In that moment, Kale opened his mouth.

“…Miss Rosalind, I have one request.”
“What is it? Just say it.”

Rosalind gazed at Kale with what seemed like genuine warmth. Kale offered a faint smile in return and pointed to one side.

“Could you secretly take that with you?”
“…Pardon?”

Rosalind fell silent the moment she saw what Kale was pointing at.

A colossal statue holding a diamond staff, its surface gilded in gold.

“When I set up the magical bombs, I made sure that area wouldn’t be affected. There’s no point in leaving behind something valuable. I was planning to steal it myself, but since things are hectic, I’d like to ask you to—”
“Understood.”

Rosalind simply cut him off with a nod, then waved her hand dismissively, urging him to leave.

“Go on. I’ll make sure to collect everything worth money.”
“As expected of you, Rosalind. Truly impressive.”

Rosalind watched Kale depart with a bewildered expression, as if relieved that his concern had been addressed. In that moment, magic enveloped his body.
It was Raon’s teleportation spell.

—Human! I almost forgot! That’s right, our human is clever indeed! Yes, we must take those! Later, make a statue of me with that gold! No wait, let’s make a statue of our human instead!

Kale shook his head slowly at Raon’s words as he was gradually enveloped in brilliant light.

—Moving near Saint Jack!

A brilliant flash erupted.
Kale vanished in the radiant glow.
When he opened his eyes again.

“Welcome!”

Saint Jack greeted him with a delighted expression.
Jack’s face, noticeably more mature than when they last met, turned to look behind him without properly welcoming Kale.

A thunderous footstep echoed.
The sound of something massive approaching.

“Roooaaarrr!”

Horrible screams echoed through the air.
Golems suddenly rose above the forest near the Northern Alchemy Tower.
Thud. Thud. Thud. The earth trembled beneath the golems’ thundering footsteps.

Kale Heniatus and Saint Jack’s eyes met.
Jack forced a smile onto his hardened face.

“I heard our allies would arrive in waves. Ah! There they come now!”

Saint Jack pointed behind Kale Heniatus.
Kale Heniatus turned to look back.

A brilliant flash of light erupted.
Two figures materialized in the radiant glow.

What in the world?
Kale Heniatus’s expression grew peculiar.

-Human! This is quite an unusual combination!

Indeed.
Kale Heniatus regarded the arriving reinforcements with a lukewarm expression.

Squeak. Squeak.
Wheels rolled across the ground.
A white-haired man in a wheelchair beamed with a radiant smile.

“It has been quite some time. At last, I join the battlefield.”

Clophe Seka’s noble face shone with unbridled joy.
Kale Heniatus did not even glance at Clophe Seka, instead fixing his gaze upon the one pushing the wheelchair.

“How did this happen…?”

The person receiving that stare responded with a considerably irritated expression, speaking curtly.

“I finished my work and came from the Capital together with him.”
“You came alone?”
“Yes, Father said I should go ahead by myself first.”

Vicross, with an exasperated expression, withdrew his hand from Clophe Seka’s wheelchair and discarded the white gloves he’d been wearing. He then stared at Clophe as if looking at a madman.

“…I’d rather just support the kids instead.”

Kale Heniatus, whose expression grew increasingly peculiar as he heard Vicross’s murmur, soon felt his body shake.

Boom!
The earth trembled.

“Whoa!”

Kale staggered, and the transparent Raon’s plump front paw steadied him.

-Be careful, human!
“Indeed, you sway but do not fall. Remarkable. Truly legendary.”

The moment Raon’s and Clophe’s voices rang out together.

“I’d rather sharpen my sword than listen to that.”

The moment Vicross’s irritated lament was heard.

‘I’m going to lose my mind.’

Kale finally understood Crown Prince Albert Crossman’s feelings a little.
Then.

“Kyaaaaaaagh!”

A scream pierced through the forest.
Kale glanced at the Saint and flinched. Anger flickered across Jack’s face.
He spoke to Kale.

“Sacrifices.”

What?

“The enemies are using the dead mana and people together as the power source for the golems!”

In that instant, Kale realized that Hana’s face when she was consumed by extreme rage was identical to Saint Jack’s expression right now.
Saint Jack trembled throughout his entire body, consumed by fury.

“Your Highness, please take me to the center of that sound, to the heart of the Alchemy Tower. And that dead mana-”

Jack wanted to go to the center of the Northern Alchemy Tower where that sound was emanating from.
There was something he needed to do.

Until now, there had been no one to take him there, forced to evade the powerful enemies that kept pouring in.
But now it was possible.
And.

“Please annihilate that dead mana.”

The one who wielded the purifying flames that had been burning Crown Prince Adin’s golem.
Jack stared at Kale.

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