Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 420

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Chapter 92. Going All the Way

My heart pounded in my chest.
Wind and fire stirred slowly within my body, awakening their power.

-We.

Yet my face twisted.

-The reason we struggled to fight the Ancient White Star was because of that darkness and light.

Jjangdol spoke, and Meokbo continued.

-In the end, we are beings exposed directly to the light and darkness of the heavens. We cannot escape their influence.

Those without the attribute of darkness grow weak beneath that black veil, they said.

Whoooosh—
Beyond the crimson whirlpool, I could see the black aura enveloping the Bear King and the Lion King.
The black aura maintained its color when touching grass and trees, but when it touched shadows and the night sky, its hue became nearly invisible.

-Human! So that’s why it couldn’t be seen!

Dorf’s black aura, invisible when touching darkness.
I nodded at Raon’s words and continued to awaken the Ancient Powers within my body.

“Young master.”
“Step back.”

Saint Jack stopped his approach at my resolute words and retreated backward.

Whiiiish—
The whirlpool of intermingled wind and fire grew larger and larger, centered on me.
Jack stepped back as he noticed Vicross approaching beside him, with Clophe clinging to his back.

“Ho, you intend to fight us?”

Dorf grasped the dark aura enveloping me and brought it crashing down with his hand.
Boom!
A black spear embedded itself in the ground.

“You’ll be weak beneath my darkness, won’t you? Think you can manage?”

His voice carried mockery directed at Kale. In that instant, a voice erupted from the center of the crimson whirlwind.

“Rosalind! Erhafen!”

Kale urged Rosalind and Erhafen forward.
The teleportation magic circle. They had to deploy it quickly and send personnel to the Capital.

‘…Slow.’

Yet something felt wrong.
Even accounting for Rosalind’s exhaustion from the recent battle, Erhafen was deploying the teleportation magic circle slower than usual.
Wasn’t he an Ancient Dragon, whose magic casting was faster than anyone else’s?

However, contrary to Kale’s thoughts, they were indeed hurrying.

“Slower!”

Rosalind bit her lip.
She looked down at her hands, her face twisted in frustration. The red mana—the speed at which mana gathered to deploy the teleportation—was sluggish.

The speed of casting magic had become drastically reduced.
It was as though she were casting magic in a world moving at one-quarter normal speed. In that moment, Dorf’s voice reached her ears.

“I told you, didn’t I? Those without darkness affinity grow weak. Don’t underestimate my power.”

Ah.
Rosalind exhaled a sigh.

Mana was a living entity.
It could be said to stand at the opposite end from darkness affinity.

She understood now why her body and the surrounding mana moved sluggishly. Beneath the black curtain, the mana struggled to answer her call, but like wading through a swamp, the obstacles were numerous and the burden unbearable.

‘What do I do?’

Rosalind’s eyes wavered.

“Focus!”

At that moment, a voice awakened her.

‘Erhafen?’

At the Ancient Dragon’s voice, Rosalind’s gaze tried to turn toward him.

“Don’t look at me, focus!”

She froze. Rosalind’s head, which had been turning, stopped. She then released her bitten lip and stretched both hands forward.

Right. As Erhafen said, it was time to focus.
Now was the moment to pull this sluggish mana and escape the swamp.
Just as Rosalind was about to concentrate, the Bear King’s voice reached her.

“Wow, even a dragon is this slow? Or not? For an Ancient Dragon, this is way too slow. Is something wrong with his condition?”

What?
Something wrong with his condition?
Rosalind hesitated. Her gaze tried to turn toward Erhafen once more. But she couldn’t.

Whoooosh—
A black spear rushed toward Rosalind.

“We can’t leave this as is, can we?”

Dorf hurled the black spear.
Rosalind saw the black spear hurtling toward her, growing larger and more massive until it became like an arrow streaking through the air.

Clang!
But Sir Rex blocked it for her.

“We must reach the Capital.”
“Hurry.”

Hana drew her sword and stood beside Sir Rex.

‘Yes, other matters come first right now.’

Rosalind closed her eyes, watching the backs of Sir Rex and Hana. Teleportation came first. There was no way to know what had happened in the Capital.
It was fine to trust her allies.

“Merry, Tasha!”

Rosalind shut out the outside world at the sound of Kale calling the two of them, focusing entirely on the teleportation.

And there was someone who moved forward, passing by her.
That person was Merry.
A black spear materialized in her hand—dead mana that she had absorbed.

Boom! Crash!
Dark Elves descended from the sky to the ground. Tasha led them.
She rushed toward Dorf’s black arrows.
Whoosh. The wind made her move as swiftly as an arrow.

“Merry!”
“Yes.”

Merry launched the black spear she had created forward.
Snap.
Tasha caught it. As a Dark Elf, she could touch the weapon.
She became the wind itself, took Merry’s spear, and rushed toward Dorf’s black arrows, bringing it down upon them.

Boom!

A black explosion erupted.
Sir Rex opened his mouth.

“Did she block it— Ah!”

But he could see Tasha being sent flying backward.

“Ugh!”

And still, I could see Dorf’s massive black arrow flying toward them.

“Damn it!”

Lex watched a crimson whirlwind rush toward the black arrow, accompanied by a rough curse.
It was Kale Heniatus.
He charged toward Dorf’s power that was aimed at Rosalind.

‘If it’s beneath this darkness, Merry and the Dark Elves should grow stronger too!’

He contorted his face as he recalled Merry’s exploding spear and Tasha bouncing back.

‘The golem grows stronger, so why?’

Was the Lion King Dorf truly so overwhelmingly powerful that he could overcome both Merry’s strength and the Dark Elf Tasha?

-No.

…What?
Jjangdol’s voice reached me.

-I clearly said I was born from death.

Jjangdol’s words came back to me.

‘Beneath that darkness, beings born from death grow stronger. Conversely, those without the attribute of darkness grow weaker.’

Jjangdol had not said that those with the attribute of darkness grow stronger.

-A being born from death. That must be independent of vitality.

Kale Heniatus recalled the only existence that had grown stronger beneath this black veil.
The golem.
Only the golem had gone berserk.

-Necromancer, Dark Elf, Black Mage. These three existences neither grow stronger nor weaker beneath this black veil.

Kale Heniatus reached Dorf’s black arrow.
Too massive to be called an arrow, it was as if a pointed wall were hurtling through the air.

-But there is a difference. The Necromancer and Dark Elves both use things as they are.

The Necromancer uses bones, and the Dark Elves use the powers that already existed in this world in their own way.

-However, the Black Mages are different. They use black magic to create something from death.

Kale recalled the golems created by black magic.

“Attack!”

Boom. Boom.
Following Dorf’s command, a massive monster controlled by the Black Mages approached the tower and Kale’s group, accompanied by grotesque roars.

-This is why Dorf and the White Star are followed by the Black Mages. They create the stage where the Black Mages can be most effective.

In other words, beneath this black curtain, only the golems grew stronger.

“Sir Rex, I’m counting on you!”
“Yes!”

Sword Master Hana rushed toward the golem.
She wasn’t alone. Several Dark Elf warriors and Vicross also charged toward the golem.
Dorf’s command, the golem’s attack, and the movements of my allies.
All of it happened within mere seconds.

In that moment, Kale reached out toward the black arrows.
I had to stop them.
The most important thing right now was allowing Rosalind and Erhafen to cast their magic.

Kale summoned the Ancient Powers.
As expected, the power gathered slowly beneath the darkness.

-…This is difficult for me.

The Glutton Goddess had said so, but Kale summoned the power within my body.
At that moment.

Thump!
My heart beat loudly.

The vitality of the heart dwelling within the unbroken shield began to stir.
Shield and heart. Though the heart’s vitality had entered the shield and merged their strength, they remained distinct forces.
If the unbroken shield were a person, then the heart’s vitality would be his heart, proclaiming that he still lived.
The silent existence had revealed its power.
Then.

-I…

The voice of Destructive Fire reached me.

-I am a golem who died fighting the Black Mages.

The warrior who had fought the golem. Destructive Fire.

-It was dark then too. The sky was black.

When those without darkness attribute weakened, just as now.

-Then I had to burn.

Destructive Fire drew upon strength like never before. When countless dark, massive creatures, following the commands of the Black Mages who controlled them, surged like waves from far beneath the black sky.
Destructive Fire stood at the very front.

-Because I was the only light.

Fire too was light.

Boom!
My heart thundered once more, and in that instant, I thrust my hand forward. Golden-red lightning erupted from my palm.
That was when.

-I, you see.

The voice of Voice of Wind reached me.

-I am free from both darkness and light.

Her husky voice carried a note of laughter. The words, delivered lightly, embedded themselves in my mind.

—Because I am Wind.

Whether it be earth, sky, darkness, or light.
Nothing can stop the wind.
The only existence that flows through everywhere.

Wind was woven into the golden-red lightning.
Tremendous power gathered within Kale’s hands.

—Seize it.
—You can seize it.

The moment Kale heard the voices of Wind and Destructive Fire, he clenched his outstretched hand into a fist.

The tip of the black arrow.
When Kale grasped it.

Kwaaaaaang!
A tremendous explosion erupted.

“Damn!”

An urgent cry burst from Dorf’s lips.

Kwang!
With a sharp collision, Dorf’s body was driven backward.

“Ugh!”

He groaned beneath the veil of black magic he had conjured.
The black arrow vanished from his sight, replaced by scattering golden-red dust.
Beyond that shimmering ash, a crimson vortex materialized.

Crackle, crackle!
Golden-red electricity surged as if to shatter the black barrier.
Two hands, crackling with that current, brought the black barrier crashing down.

Boom! Boom!
Thunderous sounds reverberated through the air.
Between those deafening crashes, a chilling voice cut through.

“I told you, didn’t I? Let’s see this through to the end.”

Beyond the black curtain, Dorf could see Kale Heniatus’s eyes fixed upon me.

“…How are you still standing unaffected beneath this darkness?”

Dorf voiced his bewilderment, but Kale Heniatus merely scoffed.

“I don’t know. Does it matter?”

Did it need to matter?

“What matters is that I’m seeing this through to the end, isn’t it?”

A fist crackling with lightning descended once more toward the black curtain.
In that instant, I had to lower my head.

-Human! Duck!

The moment I responded to Raon’s voice and lowered my head, I caught a glimpse of a spear of light piercing down from above, grazing past me.

Crash!
And Raon’s black shield intercepted it.
Raon’s casting was slow like Erhafen and Rosalind’s, but he deployed his magic in time.

“I’m still here too, you know?”

The Bear King, displaying a mischievous smile, waved his hand playfully.

-Human! I’ll handle that Bear King! The way he’s being so cheeky—it’s fine when our human and the Crown Prince do it, but when he does it, it just irritates me!

No.
I shook my head.

-You handle that annoying Dorf who keeps pretending to be weak!

This won’t do.
I can’t have myself dealing with Dorf and Raon handling the Bear King like this.

“It’s done!”

At that moment, Rosalind’s voice reached me.
I glanced sideways and could see the tremendous aura of red mana enveloping Rosalind.

“Tch, that won’t work.”

Dorf hurled his spear once more from within the black curtain.
I evaded it by stepping backward.

Boom!
The black spear exploded where I had been standing, its fragments swirling violently into the air.

“Young master.”

A hushed voice reached me as I retreated. When I turned my head, I saw Ron.
The elderly man’s eyes met mine, and he asked immediately.

“Who should go?”

He was asking who should head to the Capital.

-I can go right away.

Erhafen’s voice resonated in my mind, and platinum-hued mana rippled.
I quickly surveyed my surroundings.

Rosalind and Erhafen—excluding Raon, all those with magical power must go.
The expected threat to the Capital was the airship, after all.
Aerial magic and long-range attacks had to be handled by those versed in magic.

‘Sir Rex, Hana, Saint Jack.’

Sir Rex and the Sun God Cult twins must go as well. The people would feel assured with them in the Capital.

‘And.’

Merry had to go, and the Dark Elves had to go as well.
If there were Black Mages on that airship, they needed to stop them. Besides, there could be golems too.

“Young master.”

I gazed at Ron, who was looking at me.

Ron had to go in my stead as well. Erhafen was there, but Ron was the one most capable of handling various situations.
And I had to entrust Clophe to Ron.
Furthermore, Vicross had to go to prepare for enemy knights.

“…Young master!”
“Huh?”

At that moment, I turned my head toward Ron’s urgent voice. Ron pulled me toward him.
In my field of vision, I saw multiple spears of light.

“From what I can see, Kale Heniatus, if I injure or attack you, it seems like the people here won’t be able to leave.”

The Bear King’s hand, which wore a gentle smile, reached toward me.

“Attack.”

Whoooosh—
The spears of light immediately shot toward me.

—Human!

Raon urgently tried to deploy a shield.

“Should I give it a try too?”

However, at that moment, Dorf hurled dozens of small black spears toward Rosalind and the others.

“Raon, block those!”

I said that and sent Ron behind my back, then raised an unbreakable shield.

—…This is difficult.

Ah.
With the Glutton Goddess’s strained voice, an absurdly weak silver shield materialized—far weaker than usual.
Among Kale’s Powers, the one that struggled most beneath darkness was wood.

“Damn it!”

Still, Kale raised the shield before me.

Boom!
Boom!
Explosions erupted from multiple directions.
Dorf’s black arrows were blocked by Raon’s shield enveloping the group.

And the Bear King’s spear of light never reached Kale.

“…What?”

Choi Han?
I could see Choi Han standing before my shield.
He aimed his sword at the dozens of spears of light descending toward him.

His blade moved.

“…How—”

My eyes wavered.

A brilliant aura bloomed from Choi Han.
And it took form.

A dragon.
Not a Western dragon, but an Eastern dragon—the kind I had often seen on Earth.

Choi Han brought his sword down from above.

“Go.”

Following the blade’s edge, a shimmering black dragon—wingless and elongated, unlike a Western dragon—flew toward the dozens of spears of light.

Boom!

And it triggered a massive explosion.
Kale stared blankly at the sight.
A hollow voice spilled from his lips.

“…Choi Jung-soo—”

Grade 1 ability user Choi Jung-soo.
The most famous of his abilities: ‘White Mir’.
Though its color was black, that dragon was undoubtedly an ability born from Choi Jung-soo.

“…Choi Jung-soo?”

I could see past records flooding into Kale’s pupils like a tidal wave.
The records were approaching.
They seemed about to engulf his vision.

That was when it happened.
The one shielding turned his body around.

“Kale Heniatus.”

Choi Han and Kale’s gazes collided.

“I’m blocking it.”

Ah.
Only then did Kale feel the flooding records disappear.

‘How did he use Choi Jung-soo’s power—’

I wanted to ask why Choi Han was using Choi Jung-soo’s power.
But Kale came to his senses at Choi Han’s next words.

“Um, Kale Heniatus, let’s send everyone out except Raon.”

Kale slowly closed his eyes and then opened them.
Rosalind and Erhafen came into view.
He opened his mouth.

“Do it.”

The moment Servant Ron bowed his head.

Uuuuuu—
The forest began to vibrate.

—Go first.

Kale’s lips curved into a sly smile at Erhafen’s words.
In his pupils, I could see crimson mana and platinum-hued mana cutting across the forest.

“…Could it be?”

The Bear King’s expression hardened.
Teleportation magic circles began forming beneath the feet of all allies except Choi Han, Raon, and Kale.

“Even the soldiers in the rear…!”

The Bear King’s face twisted in fury.
The mana cutting across the forest retreated beyond the forest’s edge and created teleportation circles beneath the feet of the allied knights and soldiers stationed there.
Kale spoke with a light laugh.

“Did you really think I’d spend this long casting just to take a few future Tower Masters with a dragon?”

Uuuuung—
The teleportation magic activated.

“Stop it!”

The Bear King shouted orders to the dark mages controlling the golems from their cockpits, then rushed toward Rosalind and Erhafen, who had initiated the teleportation circles.

‘If this many leave, destroying the Capital becomes difficult!’

Now I had to gradually reveal the White Star’s existence properly to the world.
Mogur was the first target.
I couldn’t afford to fail this.

“Who dares block my path?”

But Choi Han stepped forward to intercept him.
A deeper smile spread across my lips.

Choi Han would handle the Bear King.

-Human! I’ll take care of Dorf! But something’s strange. It was difficult at first, but now I can use magic as easily as usual! Have I adapted? I’m truly magnificent!

Raon blocked Dorf.
I gradually surrendered my body to the wind.
My body lifted upward.

“This works perfectly.”

I needed to destroy the golems.
Three opponents. The balance was flawless.

-Come to the Capital with a clear mind.

Whoosh!
Platinum and crimson light exploded outward as the teleportation began.
I rushed toward the golems attempting to attack the departing group.

-Kale, the black curtain makes it difficult to strike Destructive Fire from the sky.

Hearing the Warrior of Destructive Fire’s voice, I stood with my back to the departing group.

Boom. Boom. Boom.
The foremost golem charged forward, raising its axe high.

-That’s why I smashed them all with my own fists back then.

If the Warrior of Destructive Fire had only struck with Destructive Fire from above, he wouldn’t have been a true warrior.
The reason he was a warrior was because he clashed directly.

-Your body has pathetic stamina and is absurdly weak. You’ll be gasping for breath soon, exhausted and desperate to rest, yearning to flee.

Kale Heniatus advanced toward the first golem.
The golem’s axe swung toward him.
The Warrior of Destructive Fire asked.

-Can you do it?
“Yeah.”

Kale Heniatus’s fist extended forward.
Kim Rok-soo—that was me—the one who charged forward with an iron plate without even knowing how to fall properly.
I see it through to the end.
Kale Heniatus understood the weight of those words and was someone who kept them.

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