Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 429

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Massive whales surged upward from the depths.

A piercing cry—whoooosh—
The first whale to breach the Northern Coast’s waters was a humpback, its massive form cutting through the sea.
Crack, crackle!
The ships lost their footing on the suddenly turbulent waters and tumbled into chaos.

“Fall back!”
“Whales are surfacing behind us too!”

The navigator glanced backward at the sailor’s cry, nearly dropping the helm from his grip.

Whoooosh, whoooosh—
I could see the fierce eyes of the whales with their heads raised high. And then, a gaping maw—growing wider and wider—filled my vision.

They were coming.
The whales surged forward relentlessly toward the White Star’s vessels, their mouths agape or their massive bodies leading the charge.

Death.
Devoured.
The navigator’s mind conjured the nightmare that would unfold in mere moments.

‘…I should never have gotten involved in this!’

Though I followed the White Star, I should never have entangled myself in the affairs of the Whale Tribe.
What manner of beings were the Whale Tribe?
Despite their smallest numbers among the ocean’s denizens, they possessed the mightiest force. How many marine creatures depended upon the Whale Tribe for survival?

A seafarer must never make an enemy of the sea itself!
The navigator gripped the helm tighter, knowing full well that a terrible fate was about to descend. The wheel began to spin rapidly.

“Secure the sails! Everyone, snap to it!”

Whoooosh—
The whales cried out as they drew near.

“If you value your lives, row! Row until your arms give out!”

The ship changed course. But despite the navigator’s efforts, the whale had already closed to within striking distance. That colossal maw would soon obliterate everything.

KRAAAAAASH!
Uuuuuh–

A blinding explosion erupted, and the whale thrashed its body in panic, releasing a desperate cry.
The whale’s eyes fixed upon the enemy blocking its path.

“Ignore the whale—keep the ship moving!”
“Yes, Sayehr!”

Led by Bear King Sayehr, Dark Mages, Knights, and Bear Tribe warriors emerged from each vessel to engage the whales.

Uuuuuh-
Arrows of light coalesced in Sayehr’s palms, and he unleashed them with a sweeping motion.
The arrows streaked rapidly toward two whales.

KRAAAAAASH!
KRAAASH!

Seawater erupted skyward from the force of the explosions.

“Damn!”

Yet Sayehr’s expression twisted with frustration.
Upon the backs of the two whales.
Drip, drop—water cascading from their blades, two Whale Tribe warriors wielded a sword and a massive broadsword respectively, deflecting the arrows of light.
It was the formidable strength characteristic of the Whale Tribe.

“Hmph.”

Sayehr let out a scornful laugh.

“Did you think we wouldn’t anticipate a force of this caliber?”

KRAAASH! BOOM! KRAAAA-
As successive explosions thundered across the waters, Sayehr’s lips curled upward. The Whale Tribe was formidable. But they were few in number, and I had brought overwhelming allied forces to meet them.

“You’ve walked straight into your own grave!”

Sayehr unleashed arrows of light toward the two Whale Tribe warriors.
His pallid complexion grew increasingly ashen, yet his eyes remained sharp, piercing through the enemy before him and sweeping across the surrounding battlefield.

‘…Something’s wrong!’

His cold gaze detected something amiss in the battlefield itself.
Something was wrong.
This battlefield—something about it felt fundamentally wrong.
A flicker of awareness crossed Sayehr’s eyes.
That was when it happened.

Kuuuuung!
The sound of something massive sinking reverberated across the entire battlefield.
Kwaaaaaaaa—
The deafening roar that followed caused both enemies and allies alike to freeze momentarily. Every gaze turned toward the source of the sound.

Chwarrr—
A woman wielding a violently spinning water whip shattered another glacier.
The glacier crumbled and sank into the depths of the sea.
The man who had escaped that glacier and gracefully transferred to another watched the spectacle unfold with a smile.

“…Brutal, isn’t she? So she truly is the Whale Tribe’s heir?”

White Star’s gaze turned toward Witira.
Receiving that gaze, Witira spoke with characteristic composure.

“For a rat so skilled at scurrying away, you certainly talk a lot.”

Chwarrrrr—
The whip lashed out like a colossal serpent toward White Star. Witira’s body surged forward in tandem with the strike, charging directly at the enemy commander.

Kwang!
A blazing sword of fire and a whip of water collided.
Ssshhh— steam erupted. The water whip vaporized even as it clung tenaciously to the flaming blade, attempting to consume it.
In the moment Witira and White Star locked their weapons at close range.

“Where is Kale Heniatus?”

White Star spoke in a casual drawl. He could only see Witira’s usual composed expression. He pressed the question again.

“Is he coming? I heard he collapsed in the Empire?”

White Star’s lips curled upward in a mocking sneer.
Sayehr said he’d lost sight of Kale Heniatus, but he’d definitely seen him lose consciousness before teleporting away.
After that, he’d heard nothing whatsoever about Kale Heniatus.

“Kale Heniatus has ties to your Whale Tribe. You surely intended to drag him into this affair.”

Witira’s face twisted.

“The Whale Tribe’s affairs are enough for the Whale Tribe alone!”

A whip materialized in her other hand, lashing toward White Star.

Crash!
The whip and White Star’s hand collided.

“Ugh!”

Witira let out a low groan. Her whip was seized firmly in White Star’s grip, unable to budge an inch.
Whoosh—
Wind lingering in White Star’s hand grasped Witira’s whip and refused to release it.
Both of her whips now clashed against White Star.

“Where is he?”

Witira had to endure White Star’s interrogation.

“During those weeks you’ve been evasive. What have you schemed with Kale Heniatus?”
“Ha!”
“…You’re laughing?”

White Star could see Witira laughing.
She stared directly at White Star, speaking each word deliberately.

“Kale Heniatus will come. I promised him.”

With those words, Witira’s feet pushed off the ground and launched upward.

“When you arrive, I’ll give you the White Star’s neck as a gift.”

Simultaneously, waves surged upward, becoming Witira’s two feet as she launched into the air.

Whoooosh—
Her whip extended at tremendous speed, and Witira poured all her strength into both hands.

‘Hmm?’

The White Star’s body froze.
Their gazes collided, and she flashed a vicious grin.

“Never underestimate the power of the Whale Tribe.”

With those words, she yanked the White Star, who still gripped her whip, toward her.

“Damn!”

Whoooosh—
The White Star’s body was dragged effortlessly by Witira’s strength. He laughed as he saw the warrior wielding her whip.

“Drink some seawater.”

Her whip crashed against the sea surface.

Boom!
The White Star was driven into the depths.
A massive tidal wave surged upward in an instant.

Sizzzzle!
From the fiery sword, tremendous steam rose from the seawater where the White Star had been driven.

“Heh!”

Witira laughed even in that moment.
Beneath the waves, she felt the White Star pulling at her whip with all his might.

‘Witira, you handle the White Star. Does that suit you?’
‘My lord.’

She recalled the words she had actually spoken to Kale, rather than the earlier claim about offering her neck. She had asserted this to the Mage.

‘That body of his, reincarnated over a thousand years, must have been tempered and trained anew with each life he lived.’

That too must have been an arduous process.
Yet she herself had trained for a long time as well.
Perhaps because she did not live through repeating cycles of existence, she could drive herself with even greater relentlessness.

‘I possess neither the Ancient Powers, nor aura, nor magic. Yet with this naturally robust body, I have trained and fought in the sea every single day for over two hundred and fifty years.’

The innate strength of the Whale Tribe. And combat experience.
Strength.
In physical might, I surpass the White Star.

“Where are you!”

She lashed the whip once more. As the long whip cut through the seawater again, she felt the White Star’s body thrashing within it.

Boom! Crash! Boom!
Successive thunderous explosions echoed through the sea.

“Tch.”

Yet Witira’s smile hardened.
One whip broke free from the sea and lashed through empty air.

Boom! Crash! Crash!
Several arrows of light collided with the whip, erupting in explosions.

“Damn it.”

Witira finally withdrew the whip that had collided with the arrows of light. Her palms tingled with numbness.
Light. Pure, searing power infused with the essence of electricity.
It was the natural antithesis to one who commanded water.

Splash.
The White Star finally broke through the currents and surged back above the sea’s surface. At that same moment, Witira found herself witnessing Sayehr, the one who had fired the arrows of light, joining the battle between her and the White Star.

“Witira.”

She frowned at Sayehr’s affectionate way of calling out to me.
Yet Sayehr’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Where are they?”

He approached her with a broad smile spreading across his face.

“Where did the Whale Tribe go? Hmm?”

Witira hesitated before speaking urgently.

“That’s absurd! The Whale Tribe warriors here are—they are the Whale Tribe—”
“Where did your loyal subordinate and your brother go?”

Sayehr cut off Witira’s words and asked.
No matter how I looked at it, Archie, the strongest Whale Tribe warrior, and Paseton from the humpback lineage were nowhere to be seen.
All the warriors had appeared, yet the most crucial positions lacked the strongest warrior and—

“Where is the Whale King?”

The Whale King Siceller was absent.
It was strange.
This was the nature of the oddness Sayehr had sensed.

“Are they guarding Whale Village? Hmm?”

A delighted madness flickered in his eyes.

“So there really is something in the village?”

Those who guarded the most important thing were the strongest warrior, the king, and the trustworthy Whale Tribe of the Royal Family.
Sayehr’s and White Star’s eyes met.

There was definitely something!

So the quiet weeks hadn’t been for nothing!
Both of them realized the Whale Tribe had something they were protecting.
Then all that remained was to confirm it.
They looked at Witira. Now that I noticed, while the other Whale Tribe warriors targeted the ships, those stationed at the glacier positioned at the entrance to the path leading to the village were guarding it.

She met both their gazes and spoke with grim resolve.

“Unless you defeat me, reaching the village is impossible. So all that remains for you is the impossible.”

Sayehr let out a low chuckle.

“That’s quite the delusion you’re having.”

Whoosh, whoosh.
Arrows of light began materializing in both his hands.
Projectiles ready to fly toward Witira at any moment.
That was when it happened.

Screeeee—
Screeeee—
A cry pierced the air.

“What?”

But confusion flickered across Sayehr’s face.

“What is that?”

From the Northern Coast.
A massive swarm descended from the sky toward them.
Sayehr’s pupils dilated. He hadn’t truly asked out of ignorance.
Rather, he knew all too well. Which made his bewilderment all the more acute.

“…Wyverns?”

The only flying monsters that evoked thoughts of dragons were wyverns.
One thought crystallized in Sayehr’s mind.

Only two beings could command such creatures.
The White Star, and the false Dragon Slayer, Sirem.

‘Sirem! Has that bastard sided with Kale Heniatus?’

After Sirem was captured by Kale Heniatus, all contact was lost. There was no word of his execution in the Roan Kingdom either.
Sayehr’s gaze turned toward the White Star. After all, it was the White Star who had granted Sirem this power.

The power to command wyverns.
It was the power of the Dragon Slayer.

“…It is not Sirem.”

Yet the White Star’s words defied Sayehr’s expectations, and he could finally see the knight atop the wyvern that had flown to the very front.

A man with white armor, silver hair, and emerald eyes—his noble face radiated dignity.
With his sword drawn, an air of grim resolve emanated from him.

“…Clophe Seka?”

He was the guardian knight Clophe.
Sayehr looked toward Witira. Clophe had aligned himself with Kale Heniatus, after all.

“How is this possible?”

Yet Sayehr could see Witira’s stiffened expression, her face twisted in distress.
Clang!
Sayehr turned his head at the sharp metallic sound.
A single wyvern descended slowly, and soon Clophe Seka leveled his sword.

The blade pointed toward Witira.

“Whale Tribe—surrender what you possess.”

…What?
Sayehr’s mind reeled in confusion. Yet Clophe’s blade shifted, pointing toward another figure.
The tip of his sword aimed at the White Star.
Clophe spoke with noble resolve etched upon his solemn features.

“I have come to slay the demon of this land.”

What is he saying?
Sayehr’s expression turned bewildered.

What is this bastard saying? He formed the Indomitable Alliance with us at the beginning of the year, made himself one of us, and now he’s spouting this nonsense?
A demon?
Regardless of whether he was bewildered, Clophe spoke with solemn determination, his gentle smile radiating an almost holy grace.

“Do not obstruct my path as I write legend.”

Sayehr suddenly interjected, watching Clophe speak to himself, and blurted out without thinking.

“What is that madman?”

At that moment, Raon’s voice echoed in my mind as I watched from the shadows.

“Human, Clophe did well seasoning it! The Bear King has a crazy expression! This is fun!”

Heh.
Indeed.
I find it delightful too.
I let out a quiet laugh.

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