Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 428

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“Hmph. You claim to have no attachment to your old name, yet you’re obsessed with it?”

Bear King Sayehr smiled wickedly at White Star’s gaze. Observing this directly, White Star turned his head toward the seashore and spoke flatly.

“Obsessed? That’s nonsense.”
“Then why do you threaten to kill anyone who calls you by your old name?”

With an easygoing smile, Sayehr stood beside White Star.
He too gazed at the seashore before speaking casually.

“Is it because you share a name with him?”

White Star’s gaze turned back toward Sayehr.

“Kale Heniatus. He’s strangely similar to you, yet completely opposite. It’s amusing.”

A twisted smile painted across his pale face brimmed with malicious amusement.
Yet Sayehr’s eyes were studying White Star intently.

Darkness and light.
A relationship that should coexist with the sky, yet Sayehr had no desire for it to become one of submission and surrender.

“I saw it this time—”

The corners of his mouth twisted upward, deepening into a cruel grin.

“You must have had a time when you were so selfless and sentimental too, didn’t you?”

198 years.
Sayehr was experiencing White Star’s life alongside him for the third time.
White Star spoke to Sayehr with indifference.

“Selflessness. That doesn’t suit me.”

Not sacrifice, but sacrificing others—that would be different.
White Star left the rest unsaid. Because.

“Aren’t you the same type as me?”

Sayehr didn’t deny it. Instead, he laughed and nodded.

“Right. I hate types like Kale Heniatus the most. Those bastards who strut around playing hero make me sick.”

*Cough.*
Sayehr covered his mouth with a shallow cough, then pulled his hand away. Blood beaded on the handkerchief clutched in his palm. Staring coldly at it, he opened his mouth.

“When are we going to strike?”

Whale Tribe Territory.
When would we head there?

“It’s been three weeks since I crossed over from Mogur.”

Originally, the plan was for Mage Becrock to join us, conduct reconnaissance, and then immediately target Whale Tribe Territory.
But Becrock was captured by the enemy, and the plan changed.
So I sent Dorf to the Eastern Continent and came here myself.

“…Something’s off.”

White Star muttered a single phrase, his eyes filled with suspicion as he gazed toward the distant glacier.
Well, it wasn’t actually that far away.
They had moored their ship in a secluded cove beyond the sight of the Northern Coastal Guard Post, stationing personnel both on the shore and aboard the vessel while they observed the situation.

“You mean something’s strange about the Whale Tribe?”
“Yes.”

White Star nodded at Sayehr’s words, and Sayehr spoke with an irritated expression.

“It’s suspicious that they’re watching the Whale Tribe conduct reconnaissance even though they clearly know they’re Black Mages. Something might be going on.”
“Yes.”
“You’re the strange one.”
“…What do you mean?”

Sayehr’s finger pointed at White Star.

“The old you would have said this: ‘We capture the Whale Tribe according to plan. We confirm any suspicious details after we’ve captured them.'”

A peculiar light flickered in the White Star’s eyes.

“…It seems I’ve been dwelling on unnecessary thoughts for far too long.”
“Right! If the Whale Tribe seems suspicious, why not just raid them and see what schemes they’ve been plotting?”

A strange madness crystallized in Sayehr’s gaze.

“Are you afraid of death? You, the White Star?”

Sayehr’s eyes gleamed with a certainty—a mad certainty—that the White Star would never fear death.
He spoke to the White Star as if offering a warning, or perhaps advice.

“If you’re going to be mad, then be mad about it. I’ve never seen anyone as mad as you.”

Only two beings possessed the right to speak to the White Star in such a manner: the Lion King Dorf and the Bear King Sayehr.

“We cannot fall as we did in ancient times.”

The Ancient White Star had ultimately perished.
But the current White Star, Sayehr, and Dorf harbored no such intention. That is why, across countless years, they had made countless preparations.

“Are you troubled because of Kale Heniatus? Hmm?”

The White Star could see the mockery in Sayehr’s expression.

“Is it because that bastard accomplished in mere years what took you a thousand years? Are you envious? Or are you afraid that everything you’ve built will crumble? Is it because you’ve failed at everything you’ve attempted these past one or two years? Hmm?”

Sayehr was the mind.
The very brain of this organization. His finger, which had been pointing at the White Star, now touched the White Star’s throat.

“What we’ve built cannot crumble from mere years of failure. The immense power forged by time, experience, and talent—”
“Silence.”

The White Star cut off Sayehr’s words.

“Close your mouth and move your finger.”
“Is that a threat to stop, or I’ll die?”
“Sayehr, you’ve made one miscalculation.”

Only then did Sayehr catch sight of the White Star’s smiling lips.

“There is only one thing I have pondered. When this tedious preparation period ends. When I finally possess the power of the last land.”

A thought that seized me upon laying eyes on Whale Tribe Territory.
Once I grasp the power of the final land in my hands.

“What to hunt first. How to dominate it all.”

The frenzy in Sayehr’s eyes dimmed. He could sense that the White Star before him—Kale Berouh—possessed a savage madness in his gaze that was incomparably greater than his own.
Eyes stained with frenzy spoke.

“I think I’ll go even more insane than this. That’s what makes it fun.”

Anticipation filled me.
What I might accomplish when I finally become a god, become nature itself.

“…Truly, there is no madman like you.”

Sayehr’s face finally wore a satisfied smile. The White Star opened his mouth in response.

“Set sail. We head to Whale Tribe Territory.”

Soon the vessels hidden by concealment magic and anchored at the seashore unfurled their sails in unison and began their voyage.

“To Whale Tribe Territory!”
“Our target is the Glacier! Row with all your strength!”

Voices erupted from all corners.
The White Star now stood upon the deck of the largest vessel and spoke.

“Dispel the magic.”

In that instant.

A sharp, piercing sound rang out.

Transparent, glass-like barriers shattered.
The concealment magic dissolved.

Now the Whale Tribe would see the full might of White Star’s Army.
Sayehr stood beside White Star, feeling a surge of exhilaration.
He raised his hand, then lowered it.

“Depart.”

Those words became the signal.

Set sail!
Multiple ships obeyed the navigator’s command and surged forward in unison toward the glacier, toward the northernmost reaches of this world.

“So we’re going whale hunting.”

Sayehr gripped the ship’s railing with satisfaction.

* * *

Whoooosh—whoooosh—
The ships cut through the seawater at tremendous speed. Dark magic propelled them forward swiftly despite sailing against the wind.

“We’ll need to pass through several glaciers.”

The glacier where the Whale Tribe dwelled.
That colossal glacier could only be reached by navigating through several smaller ones first.

The rapidly advancing fleet now stood at the threshold of entering the scattered glacier field.

“Lord Sayehr, our speed will decrease from here.”
“That’s fine. Go slowly.”

Navigating the narrow sea passage without colliding with the glaciers required careful seamanship.

Sayehr decided that since they were advancing openly anyway, they might as well take their time.
And one certainty crystallized in his mind.

“White Star.”
“What is it?”
“The Whale Tribe definitely has something. Whether it’s a trap or treasure for us, I’m certain of it.”

Even moving so openly like this, if there’s been no response until now, then…
That’s when it happened.

“Look behind us.”
“Huh?”

At White Star’s words, Sayehr turned to question him when a sudden chill ran down his spine.
It was a sense of danger.
His head turned backward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!

In that instant, massive explosions erupted in rapid succession from far away.

“That, that place—”

That’s our base?

The place where we’d been hiding with concealment magic.
It was being destroyed.

“Sayehr, it seems the enemies were waiting for us as well.”

Between the explosions at the coastline, figures rampaged into view. In the hands of the few human-shaped beings, the base where we’d stayed for about a month was being annihilated.
An existence capable of such brutal devastation.

Gulp.
Sayehr looked down over the railing below.

The massive ship he rode upon.
Beneath that vessel, an enormous form became visible.
A colossal creature that made the ship seem small.

Crack!
The railing splintered in Sayehr’s grip, and his face twisted in anguish.

“…A whale.”

Though it was the tail end of summer, the Northern Sea was as dark and deep as winter itself.
The moment Sayehr uttered a single word.
From the very depths of that dark abyss, countless massive forms rose upward.

Whales.
A gathering of whales in such numbers meant only one thing.

‘The Whale Tribe is here…!’

Not just at that coastline—the Whale Tribe was here as well.

Tap.
The moment White Star climbed onto the railing, Sayehr lifted his gaze and beheld a presence.

The first glacier along the path to Whale Tribe Territory.
Upon that glacier stood a woman.

“…Witira.”

A name Sayehr recognized.
Witira, the Whale Tribe’s successor.

Without his knowledge, Witira had positioned herself upon the glacier.
White Star, standing atop the railing, seemed to have sensed Witira’s arrival.
This meant Sayehr lagged behind Witira in physical perception, at the very least.

Sayehr’s expression hardened, but soon returned to its usual composure. He possessed far more than mere physicality, after all.
He spoke with a bright smile.

“You stayed quiet even when I stole glances, but now that I’ve arrived, you finally show yourself?”

Witira’s gaze fixed upon Sayehr. He continued with a scornful laugh.

“Is there something on your mind? Hmm? Or have you grown afraid?”

That should suffice as provocation. After all, the Whale Tribe was known for their pride.
Sayehr immediately saw Witira’s lips part.

“I’ve been waiting. For you to come to the sea.”

What?
At Sayehr’s moment of hesitation at her remarkably calm voice.

Whoosh—
In an instant, a whip materialized in Witira’s hand, and she struck the ground with it.
The whip lashed toward the glacier.

Boom!

The glacier shattered into fragments, debris erupting outward.
When Sayehr’s eyes widened at the sight.
The ground beneath his feet trembled.

“They’re rising! The whales are rising!”
“Pull the ship back!”

Cries from his allies echoed across the area, and Sayehr had to look down once more.

The whales surged upward directly toward the ships.
As dozens of colossal whales moved simultaneously, the sea churned violently.
Sayehr lifted his gaze.

This is troublesome.

Standing on another glacier, Witira aimed her whip at the White Star. Behind her, dozens of Whale Tribe members emerged.
It seemed as though every powerful warrior in the Whale Tribe Village had arrived.
Each possessed formidable strength, standing among the mightiest. They all glared at Sayehr and his enemies with fury etched across their faces.

A quiet rage directed at the one who had surveilled them for approximately a month.
Though quiet was hardly the word for it.

Crack! Boom!
The whip lashed out again, and seawater collided and surged upward.
Witira aimed her whip directly at the White Star.

Come.

She spoke to the White Star with an indifferent gaze.

“I’ll kill you.”

In that instant, the waters of the Northern Coast surged upward.
The cries of whales engulfed the surroundings, and Whale Tribe warriors charged forward across the glacier.

The battle between the Whale Tribe and White Star had begun.

-Human, the stage has finally opened!

Kale Heniatus listened to Raon’s words transmitted directly into his mind, and drew a silent smile across his face.

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