Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 43

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Along with the Black Dragon’s report, I could see a person being restrained by Choi Han. The Black Dragon had identified them as a magic bomb carrier.
I noticed a necklace fastened around their neck.

Kale noticed the necklace around the person’s neck.

‘There it is.’

I watched as Choi Han tore the necklace from the person’s neck. In that same instant, my body twisted. Someone had grabbed my arm.

It was Eric Hülsman. Cale slowly looked around at the surrounding situation. First, on top of the bell tower.

“Hahahaha-”

“Hahahaha—”

Redica, the blood-crazed mage, was laughing. A piercing whine rang out, accompanied by the screech of metal scraping against metal, creating a horrifying cacophony.

‘Isn’t it magic through mana?’

‘Did another dragon dye his hair? ‘Isn’t it a different power?’ I remembered what the dragon said before. Cale forgot his question and looked elsewhere.
Below the Bell Tower, the Royal Knight Order and several mages stood guard beside the royal family and the king, attempting to evacuate them. I first checked on the Crown Prince. His hair was still golden.

“It’s annoying.”

With those words, except for Redica, members of the secret group with white and red stars engraved on their chests began a long-distance attack. Spear, dagger, sword, magic. Several attacks began pouring in.

The remaining Royal Knight Order and mages were split—half working to stabilize the Plaza and locate the mana disruption device, while the other half engaged the Secret Organization. Redica, who had been laughing moments before, spoke.

The remaining Royal Knight Order and mages were split in half—one group working to stabilize the Plaza and find the mana disruption device, while the other half was charging at the Secret Organization. After laughing for a while, Redica spoke.

“How irritating.”
-another.

Boom! Whieeee— Screeeee.
“Confucius, get out now!”

-One more human.
-Another one.

9:04. Third one.

“Why are you blocking the entrance?”
“Kale! Come on, let’s get out of here!”

The kingdom’s citizens rushed toward the entrance from behind, clamoring for it to be opened. The knights and soldiers shouted to these people.

“Everyone calm down for a moment!”
“What is the meaning of this? Clear the way at once!”

“You can’t wait in this situation! Open the way!”
The nobles’ children scrambled to flee the Plaza, though a few maintained their composure. Below the platform, however, the situation was entirely different.

“Why are you blocking the entrance?”

“What are you doing?”

Choi Han ripped the bag off the shoulder of an old man running toward the entrance and lifted it high. It was the third person. Cale turned his head and looked at the people around him.
“Please, everyone, remain calm!”
“Just wait a moment!”

“Wait? In this chaos? Open the gates!”

It was a mess. Cale placed his hand on Eric’s shoulder, who was worried and at a loss. And held on tight.

“older brother.”
“What in the—what are you doing?”

Choi Han dashed toward the entrance and tore a bag from an elderly man’s shoulder, hoisting it high. That made three. I turned to survey the people around me.

And so.

“A complete mess.”

Pandemonium. Eric stood paralyzed by worry and confusion. I placed my hand on his shoulder and gripped it firmly.
“…Thank you. I’m coming to my senses.”

“Ah.”
Gilbert looked at the scene and then looked around. Other children of the northeastern nobles came to this area where the children of the northeastern region were gathered. They were looking at Eric. But Eric and Gilbert looked at Cale.

“…What is this?”

Cale looked at Taylor. Taylor was different from others. He was worried as he saw that the entrance for the kingdom’s citizens was still not open. The entrance was slowly opening. Probably because of control.
Eric snapped to attention at the sight of Kale’s composed gaze. He glanced around the Plaza. Knights and unidentified figures clashed violently, while members of the Royal Court evacuated. The kingdom’s citizens descended into chaos. Taking in the full scope of the turmoil, Eric turned back to Kale, who spoke to him.

“Now that’s more like the older brother I know.”

Eric nodded at Cale’s words and headed toward the entrance with the Northeastern children. Cale checked his watch.

Gilbert observed the scene before surveying his surroundings. Other young Northeast Region nobles approached, clustering near where the Northeast Region youths had gathered. They looked toward Eric. But Eric and Gilbert looked toward Kale.

“…What is this.”

Kale’s eyes found Taylor. Taylor was different from the others. He watched anxiously as the entrance for the kingdom’s citizens remained only partially open. The gate was opening slowly—likely due to some control mechanism.
Taylor was an exceptionally altruistic and good-hearted person. Of course he would worry about the citizens first. Kale looked at Eric and spoke. After all, Eric was the natural leader of this group.

“Let’s go.”

At Kale’s words, Eric nodded and led the Northeast Region youths toward the exit. Kale checked his watch.

9:08. The mages had begun stabilizing the mana. Soon, the mana disruption device would lose its power. The large crowd and chaos within the Plaza had allowed him to stretch the timeline this far.
“Confucius, why are you doing this?”

Taylor, who was walking next to him, looked at Cale with a puzzled look, but Cale had no time to pay attention to him.

Redica’s crimson mana aura still spiraled through the air. The moment the mana stabilized, those threads would fly back toward the magical bombs.

Kale moved forward while watching the Bell Tower’s clock. Then the Black Dragon reported.
However, the sounds made to protect the high-end equipment were only heard within the plaza.

Did the number of bombs decrease because the story went wrong?

“Your Highness, what’s wrong?”

Taylor, walking beside him, regarded Kale with a puzzled expression, but Kale had no time to concern himself with that.

‘Four is all there is?’

In the book, there had been ten. Had things changed? Kale stopped walking and surveyed his surroundings. Mana disruption devices spanning a mountain’s range. If they were buried elsewhere, alarm sounds would ring from those locations too.

It burst and spread like a thin film. And finally.

Weeeee-

The sound decreased. Mana has stabilized. 9:09:55.

At that moment, Cale could see four objects rising into the sky. It was the magic of Rosaline and the Black Dragon. The four objects flew to the mountains south of the capital along a more stable mana trajectory than before. The two, who had excellent mana sensitivity, were able to handle this level of mana disturbance.
In response, mages from eight directions unleashed their magic. Eight spheres shot skyward.

Boom—

They detonated, spreading outward like a thin membrane. And finally.

Whiiiine—

The sound diminished. The mana stabilized. 9:09:55.

At that moment, I could see four objects shooting skyward. They were the magic of Rosalind and the Black Dragon. Following the now-stabilized mana trajectory, those four objects flew toward the Southern Mountain beyond the Capital. Both of them, possessing exceptional mana sensitivity, could manage even this degree of mana disturbance.

“…That’s a magic bomb.”

Taylor Sten inferred the identity of that power like a silencer. Any noble who knows anything about magic knows that there is only one object with that level of destructive power.

Magic bomb.

In addition, among the royal family members who were taking refuge, the king and several princes stopped moving. People remembered. All of those items rose up among the citizens of the Square Kingdom and exploded from the southern mountain.

Cale brushed away his hair that had become matted by the wind that came in the aftermath of the explosion.

‘I guess four is the end.’

No one died.

-We saved him.

The black dragon’s voice came into my head. Cale quietly savored those words. The atmosphere inside the square had calmed down as if it had been in chaos. No, it was cold.
Moreover, the movements of King Jed and several of the princes who had been evacuating halted. The people remembered. Those objects had all shot upward from among the citizens in the Plaza, and detonated on the Southern Mountain.

I swept back my disheveled hair, blown by the shockwave from the explosion.

‘So that’s all four of them.’
Cale savored the black dragon’s emotions and turned his gaze to the place where the magic bomb exploded. Knights and wizards were approaching there.
No one died.

—We saved them.

The Black Dragon’s voice resonated in my mind. I savored those words carefully. The Plaza, which had been chaos moments before, now settled into a heavy silence—no, it had grown cold. They were undoubtedly imagining the horrific scene that could have unfolded here. That’s why they were gripped by both terror and relief.

It had to be that way.
—I saved them!

The Black Dragon’s voice, though echoing only in my mind, carried a note of excitement and joy. The young Black Dragon had spent its days awaiting death, clinging to salvation from despair. For the first time, it had truly saved something.

But my companions had already taken cover. And with the Black Dragon, using the invisibility magic device I’d borrowed from Bilos, I would conceal myself in the farthest corner of the Plaza.

‘And Choi Han will pursue that mage to kill him.’

I looked up at the Bell Tower. Eric and the others had already stopped moving. From the mage’s words and those of a few others, they had determined that the magical bomb meant to detonate in this Plaza had instead detonated far away on the Southern Mountain.

It had to be that way.

When King Zed realized that it was not a simple attack but a magic bomb, his reaction changed. This was no different from a declaration of war.
“What a shame—no one died. Why did it go off there instead?”

A voice like scraping metal, yet oddly cheerful.

“This is a failure.”

King Jed roared in response.

“What is the meaning of this? Who are you? Do you think you can commit such an act and escape unscathed?”

Once King Jed realized it was no mere attack but a magical bomb, his reaction changed entirely. This was tantamount to a declaration of war.
In that moment, a different thought crossed my mind.

‘…A “failure”?’

What else could there be? My expression hardened. Taylor Sten, who had been approaching to say things seemed fine now, stopped in his tracks. Following my gaze, he looked up at the Bell Tower.

“There’s no helping it.”
Then they took out three magic scrolls and tore them all at once.

Shield, acceleration, and magic that burns one’s own body.

Two people clad entirely in black, bearing no white or red insignia. Each carried a single bag slung across their body.

Kale Heniatus’s brow furrowed.

‘There it is.’

Those two were undoubtedly members of the Secret Organization’s Assassination Unit. Expendable pawns. Now I could discern the trajectory of the two magical bombs.
They withdrew three magical scrolls and tore them all at once.

Shield, acceleration, and a spell to incinerate their own bodies.

“Go.”
One of the two agents went towards the royals and the other.

‘It comes this way.’

It flew towards the children of the nobles.
A magical bomb cannot be disarmed once activated—it will detonate without fail.

-I’m coming!

Cale raised his hand while listening to the dragon’s voice.

One of the operatives rushed toward the royal family, while the other.
“Do, run away!”
‘Heading this way.’

Descended upon the noble scions.

“Go, let’s go. Kale!”
-I’m going!

Hearing the Dragon’s voice, Kale Heniatus raised his hand.

“Aaaahhhhh!”
“R-Run!”
“Get away!”

There was no time to evade. A few seconds of running wouldn’t carry us beyond the blast radius.

“L-Let’s go. Kale!”

At the same time.

“explosion!”

So instead.

“uh?”

Rosalind had a blank expression on her face as she used her magic.

Huge wings wrapped around the suicide bombers who were pouring in this direction. The silver shield headed toward the sky as if protecting the people below the square, and at the same time, the wings of the shield enveloped the terrorist. The shield and wings completely trapped the terrorist. And a solid magic shield that was obscured by the silver light covered it all.

-I block it too.

The dragon said to Cale.
Redica shouted cheerfully.

“Huh?”

Rosalind stood with her magic unfurled, her expression blank and dazed.

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