Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 419

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But I wondered if I really needed to strike him from behind.

“Cough, cough! Hack, hack!”

The Bear King had stopped walking and was bent over, coughing up blood profusely.
His handkerchief was completely soaked in crimson, and anyone who saw it would have thought it was cloth drenched in red dye.

-…Human. Isn’t the Bear King going to die like that?

…Yeah. Isn’t he going to die like that?
This stranger had suddenly appeared, coughing up blood alone, trembling in his limbs, his face turning pale—it hardly seemed worth fighting over.

“Wh-what manner of light power is this…!”

A cry that sounded almost like a scream echoed through the air.
Hearing the voice from far above, I turned my head.

Boom!
With a tremendous sound, a figure descended to the ground.

“Ha, Hana, put me down.”

The one who had descended was Sword Master Hana.
And Saint Jack dismounted from Hana’s back.

“How can this be…!”

His hands were trembling slightly.

“Brother.”

Hana reached out toward Jack’s shoulder as if to calm him, but Jack had already moved past her, facing forward.
He stared at the Bear King with wavering eyes.

“You.”

The Bear King lifted his head that had been bowed.
Jack’s eyes met his. And then he took another step forward, one step at a time.

“What kind of power is that light you’re using?”

A thin smile spread across the Bear King’s lips.
The moment that smile appeared, Jack took another step forward.

“What kind of power could produce such pure light…!”

But Jack had to stop walking.
Kale Heniatus grabbed his shoulder, and only then could Jack regain his senses as he met Kale’s gaze.

-Pure Saint! Pure light? What are you talking about?

Raon’s voice echoed in Saint Jack’s mind.
Saint Jack’s mouth opened to answer. But the Bear King’s voice came first.

“Saint, just as you said, this power is pure light itself.”
“…How is that—”

Saint Jack couldn’t continue speaking.
The light he had just witnessed. It was simply light. Pure, untainted by any mana or the power of a light-attribute god. That’s why Saint Jack, who followed the Sun God Cult, one of the light gods, could perceive that flawless purity.
He looked at the Bear King as if seeking an answer. An enemy. And yet, that pure light made the hearts of those who followed light race with fervor.

“How, you ask.”

The Bear King chuckled again and looked at a certain being.

“Hey, old man.”

Kale Heniatus flinched.

“…Are you talking to me?”

Erhafen regarded the Bear King with an enigmatic smile.

“That’s right. You’re the oldest one here, aren’t you?”

The elderly man that the Bear King mentioned was Erhafen.

-…Human, the Bear King’s manner of speech is strangely similar to yours.

What are you talking about?
I was genuinely taken aback. No matter how reckless someone was, they didn’t speak carelessly to their elders. Of course, enemies were an exception.
Then, I heard Erhafen’s voice.

“Ancient Powers.”

As expected.
I nodded, confirming that my prediction had been correct.

“…Ancient Powers that pure?”

I heard Jack’s murmur, but his voice was soon drowned out by the Bear King’s. The Bear King continued to stare at Erhafen while wiping the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

“That’s right. Ancient Powers. The old man knows well.”

Erhafen let out a chuckle.

“You’re quite the impudent brat with a loose tongue.”
“I do have a way with words.”

Oh.
I quietly took a step back from the conversation between Erhafen and the Bear King.
And I made my shield even more solid.
A fight seemed about to break out.

-Human! Should I take down the Bear King?

Raon spoke up at just the right moment, and I slowly nodded.

-Then, I’m going in!

The instant Raon cried out.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

Deafening sounds erupted from all directions.
At the same time, a groan burst from Kale’s lips.

“Ugh!”

Kale’s gaze lifted toward the sky.

Uuuuu—
The black curtain was emitting that eerie cry once more.

Kraaaah!
Kraaah!

The golems, growing increasingly savage, mercilessly destroyed the tree trunks. The trunks continued to sprout endlessly, attempting to ensnare the golems again, but—

—It has changed.

The moment the Glutton Goddess’s words flowed into my mind, I felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

‘What is this?’

My spine tingled with an unsettling chill.

—Do you remember what I said at the Wind Island Temple?

At that moment, Jjangdol’s terrifying voice reached me.

—The Ancient White Star believed himself to be a god, destined to become one. Don’t you recall?

The Black Temple of Wind Island, where I had obtained the golden spinning top.
From the murals on that ceiling, I had learned what the Ancient White Star had done.

—He manipulated the heavens’ power to bring both famine and abundance to the crops as he pleased. You remember that, don’t you?

I recalled the words the Ancient Powers had spoken about the Ancient White Star on Wind Island.

‘He sought to become nature itself.’
‘He possessed the attribute of the heavens, so he understood how to command them. That is why he controlled the rain, the wind, and even the clouds—manipulating the very sunlight.’

I recalled the murals on the ceiling of the Black Temple.
Fields brimming with ripened grain and trees laden with luscious fruit. Beneath them, people rejoicing in abundance.

‘Because of that, the land he chose grew increasingly fertile and prosperous. The grain never ceased its bountiful harvests, and the fruit, blessed with controlled sunlight and rain, became exceptionally sweet and delicious.’

‘Thus, he ensured that the land and people he selected lived in plenty and happiness.’

Conversely.

“The lands and people left unchosen must have withered away.”

The moment I uttered those words, the Bear King’s gaze fixed upon me.
He regarded me with a glimmer of intrigue in his eyes as he spoke.

“Do you also know of the ancient tales?”

But I paid no heed to his question.
Instead, I lifted my head and gazed upward at the sky.

The black veil that had driven the golems into a frenzy.

Jjangdol’s voice reached me.

-Beneath that darkness, beings born from death grow stronger. Conversely, those lacking the attribute of darkness become weakened.

The Glutton Goddess’s words—’it changed.’ That phrase meant this space had been transformed.

-A land whose sky darkened withered and died without receiving sunlight or rain.

My gaze settled upon a single entity.
The Lion King, Dorf. I opened my mouth as I looked at him.

“That bastard.”

I pondered carefully.
Golems, dark mages, dead mana.
The spirit user Dorf, who had long possessed the ability to construct a stage where all these could run rampant.

“Even though he could overturn everything alone.”

And yet.

“You were pretending to be weak?”

My lips twisted upward in a smile.

“You’re only realizing that now?”

The Bear King laughed and turned the question back on me.
I asked him again.

“You gathered them on purpose, didn’t you?”

The Four-Directional Alchemy Towers.
I and Sir Rex had suddenly led our forces to assault all four Alchemy Towers at once. In doing so, we captured the Mage Becrock and secured control of the Eastern, Western, and Southern towers.

Then, in an instant, all enemy forces converged toward the North.
Especially the Black Mages and Mages concentrated their numbers there.

‘The Mages gathered to execute a teleportation spell.’

That’s why I came North.

‘To bring their Black Mages here!’

Following their Black Mages and Mages, I came to this place—

“You were trying to lure us all to this Northern Alchemy Tower, weren’t you?”

I could see the Bear King smiling brightly at my realization.

“You’ve finally caught on?”

The Bear King’s bleeding had stopped by now, though his complexion remained pale, yet his eyes were sharp and clear.

“I made a promise with Becrock. If the Southern Black Mage moved North, it meant a change in strategy.”

Despite Sir Rex’s soldiers’ sudden assault, the Bear King and the Lion King honored their promise.
The Bear King stood tall, gazing at the enemies beyond his silver shield.

“Who do you think hid my presence?”

Hmm.
I heard Servant Ron’s low hum.

The Bear King’s presence—something even Raon and Erhafen had failed to detect.

-…Human, I still don’t understand how you didn’t notice.

The moment Raon’s voice reached my mind, another presence spoke.

-Night.

It was Jjangdol.
And then the Bear King’s voice followed.

“Darkness, death at their fullest hour. In this moment, Dorf is nearly unbeatable. Only the sky itself can look down upon the darkness.”

My lips parted.

“The Lion King hid you in the darkness.”
“Yes.”

A dark night.
And beneath the canopy of trees so dense that neither moonlight nor starlight could reach the forest floor.
Dorf had concealed the Bear King in the deepest darkness.

-Kale, attack immediately.

I heard Erhafen’s voice. Then I lifted my head upward.
My gaze met several others. Even from a distance, there was no doubt—it connected.

I closed my eyes, then opened them.
This is enough.

Choi Han, Tasha, Vicross. They would all move.
The signal was from Erhafen.

I slowly drew the power from within my body.

—He would have lost consciousness?

Is that a problem?
They deliberately drew us in. There’s definitely something more to this.
In that moment, the Bear King’s mouth opened.

“And you think I hid this alone?”

Ha!
I laughed.

“No. I suspect you hid much more. What else did you conceal?”

The Bear King smiled and pointed toward the sky.

Uuuuuu—
A black curtain emitted an eerie cry.
Something began descending from the sky, piercing through that veil.

“…Airships!”

Rosalind’s eyes widened.
The airships pierced through the black curtain and descended, revealing themselves.

“You saw them in the Jungle Kingdom, didn’t you?”

Just as the Bear King asked with ease, these were the Mogur Empire’s airships we had seen in the Jungle Kingdom.

“Ah!”

Rosalind gasped in that instant.
The one piloting the airship was a Dark Mage, and the airship brimming with magical prowess was not created by Mogur.
Not Mogur’s.
Then.

“Becrock and we made them.”

The Bear King’s smile deepened further.
Rosalind looked around her surroundings.

Massive golems surrounding the Tower, and airships in the sky.
Along with enemy forces positioned at the Tower’s center.

‘I’m trapped!’

Trapped.
Rosalind realized this was a trap.

-We attack immediately.

She heard Erhafen’s voice. The Dragon had also sensed the situation and was preparing to strike without delay.
Rosalind quickly prepared to cast magic discreetly without drawing attention.

“Lady Rosalind.”
“…I’m fine.”

She assured Sir Rex standing beside her that all was well and nodded. Sir Rex gripped his shield and sword, beginning to survey their surroundings.
Battle was slowly becoming inevitable once more.
Tension filled the air. Soon this tension would snap, and another fight would unfold.

In that moment, Rosalind heard a voice.

“The Capital.”

Prince Kale Heniatus?
Rosalind’s gaze turned toward Kale Heniatus.

“Airships.”

The corners of Kale Heniatus’s eyes twisted as he spoke that word.
Then he uttered it sharply.

“…The Capital is empty.”

Ah.
Rosalind heard Sir Rex’s sigh.
The Bear King spoke gently.

“That’s right. The Capital is empty. And are these airships all there is? Do we look so careless to you?”

Beep—beep—beep—
Beep—beep—
An emergency signal from a communication crystal sounded from somewhere.
It wasn’t from Hana.

Rosalind, Sir Rex, and Saint Jack. The communication crystals of the key figures were contacting me simultaneously.
Through Rosalind’s crystal, I could see the Bear King’s smile, and his voice flowed through it.

“While you were gathering everyone here, we’ve been making our own moves to adapt to this new situation.”

At that moment, I heard Raon’s voice.

-Human, we got a message from Bud!

My face contorted.
The Mercenary King Bud. He, who had remained in the Capital as our liaison, was now sending signals to everyone. Accounting for those who couldn’t receive messages due to being in combat, he had reached out to everyone who was available.

That meant only one thing.

Anyone.
Please, anyone at all—just let someone receive this message!

I looked at the Bear King. He smiled and spoke to me and my companions in a soothing tone.

“Let me tell you about one misconception you’ve all been harboring.”

He dropped the handkerchief he’d been holding to the ground. The blood-stained cloth fell to the earth, and his calm voice continued.

“We don’t particularly care what happens to the Mogur Empire.”

Sir Rex and Saint Jack reacted to those words.

“Then why did you gather the powerful and attempt to retake the Capital?”
“If that is so, why did you send an airship to the Capital? Why are you attacking?”

Sir Rex and Saint Jack vented their fury in turn.

If it doesn’t matter what happens, then wouldn’t it be simpler to just withdraw your interest entirely?
Why exert such tremendous effort and damage your own forces in the process?
The logic didn’t add up.

“Well. If someone knows the forgotten tale, they might have discerned our intentions?”

What nonsense!
Saint Jack stepped forward without thinking, his mouth opening to protest at the Bear King’s leisurely demeanor.

“…Your Grace?”

But he stopped in his tracks, glancing to the side.
I felt the pressure intensify in Kale’s hand as it rested upon my shoulder.

I could see Kale’s eyes, twisted into a grotesque expression.
Eyes burning with fury.
Those eyes fixed themselves upon the Bear King.

Kale opened his mouth, recalling the murals painted upon the Temple’s ceiling.

“The unchosen land shall wither.”

The Bear King laughed brightly.

“Correct.”

He spread both arms slightly.

“We shall recreate that ancient, forgotten age.”

The fertile lands blessed by the White Star and the Dark Forest. And those that were not.
Even as the powerful and royalty hidden within the Four-Directional Alchemy Towers were captured, Kale could now comprehend why the White Star’s subordinates had fought so desperately to the end, why they had insisted on attacking the Capital.
The answer flowed from the Bear King’s lips.

“Mogur received our blessing, yet it tried to escape it. So we must show them.

A land that rejected its blessing, a land ultimately unchosen.
That land must wither.
Such is the will of the White Star, who seeks to become nature itself.

“What in the world are you saying—”

Saint Jack started to speak but stopped short.

“Damn it!”

Along with Kale’s curse came his command.

“Prepare the teleportation immediately! Everyone is heading to the Capital!”

Saint Jack watched as platinum light and crimson light erupted from Erhafen and Rosalind’s hands respectively.
That was when it happened.

Boom!
A figure dropped from the sky and stood beside the Bear King.

“No one’s leaving without my permission.”

The figure was the Lion King, Dorf.

Uuuuu—
The cry of the black curtain grew louder. Simultaneously, the roar of golems echoed through the air.
Dorf pointed at Kale’s group with his hand and spoke.

“You’re the ones who are trapped.”

Tap.
In that instant, Saint Jack was shoved backward by a hand pushing against his shoulder.
Jack looked at Kale, who had pushed him back.

“…Young Master!”

And Jack witnessed the roaring flames.
Wind and fire swirled around Kale. He felt the ancient power enveloping him as he faced the two kings.

“You crazy bastards.”

These lunatics are absolutely insane.
There’s no need to understand them.
Recreate the ancient era? So they attack the Capital and its people?

Whoooosh—
The wind began to sweep up the ominous flames, creating a massive whirlpool.

Yes, you mad bastards.

“Let’s see this through to the end.”

Kale Heniatus pushed Voice of Wind and Destructive Fire to their absolute limits.

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