Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 430

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—But human, are we really not showing up this time?

Kale Heniatus, concealed in a hidden location, nodded at Raon’s mental transmission.

‘Of course not.’

I wasn’t planning to appear this time. Though Witira had mentioned that I would come, if the plan proceeded as intended, I wouldn’t need to step forward. Instead, I would need to appear elsewhere.
That was the only way White Star would be properly deceived.

‘That’s how White Star will fall for it, right?’

Since arriving in this world, I crouched down with the most thrilling anticipation, absorbing every detail of the unfolding scene before me.
Witira stood out most prominently.

Whoosh—
The whip, gathered by Sayehr, coiled around her once more and pointed its end toward Clophe.
Witira recalled my words and opened her mouth.

‘If acting is difficult, just speak seriously with an expressionless face. It’ll look weighty and good. You’ll look resolute, won’t you?’

Witira, her expression hardened, spoke in a low voice.

“…Is this betrayal?”

She closed her eyes, recalling her next line, then opened them.

“I thought Young Master Kale Heniatus said he wouldn’t send you out this time?”

Hmm.
Bear King Sayehr regarded Clophe and Witira alternately with a peculiar expression.

‘What is this situation?’

Clophe and Witira.
Though I hadn’t witnessed these two factions working together before, they could be considered colleagues of sorts, sharing Kale Heniatus as a common denominator.
Yet now one was asking if this was betrayal, while the other demanded the Whale Tribe surrender what they possessed.

‘Something’s off.’

This entire situation felt wrong.
Everything seemed suspicious, unreliable. Yet the strangest thing among it all was.

“I am the Guardian Knight of the North. I live by that pride.”

Clophe Seka. That man’s very existence.

“Nonsense! A man who speaks of pride commits betrayal!”

Witira pressed Clophe without losing her composure, her voice steady and measured.
Whoosh—
The spray from her whip grew increasingly fierce. Anyone could see that despite her calm expression and composed tone, she was burning with rage.

Uuuuung—
A white aura bloomed from Clophe’s blade in response. Sayehr’s eyes shifted toward White Star. White Star opened his mouth.

“Genuine aura.”

Clophe Seka was supposedly confined to a wheelchair.
He couldn’t use his legs properly and couldn’t even wield a sword, or so I’d heard.

“Then how—?”
“Either a Necromancer or a Saint healed him. Or perhaps the wheelchair was all an act.”

The moment White Star resolved Sayehr’s confusion with a brief answer, Sayehr stared at Clophe.

“How do you command the Wyvern Knights?”

Clophe gazed down at Sayehr without emotion. In those eyes, Sayehr sensed a peculiar madness. When he furrowed his brow at that madness.

“Because I’m the Guardian Knight.”

Smirk.
Clophe was in quite a good mood.
I looked down from the highest place. The one with the Sky attribute Ancient Powers, destined to become nature itself, appeared small below me.

“White Star. You should know the characteristics of my family, shouldn’t you?”

The House of the White Snake.
A family shrewd and cunning, one that never relinquished power from their grasp, a family for whom their own survival was paramount.
In response to Clophe’s question, Sayehr spoke where White Star remained silent.

“What does that have to do with you now—”

Clophe cut off Sayehr’s words and spoke his own.

“Why do you think I sided with Kale Heniatus?”
“Well—”

A sudden realization flashed through Sayehr’s mind.
The Seka Family, who never suffered losses. Clophe Seka, who carried their blood thick within his veins. Would he have sided with Kale Heniatus and followed his commands without receiving something in return?

Surely Kale Heniatus must have given him something.
But what could it be?
Sayehr looked up at Clophe, and this knight of magnificent bearing answered the question in his gaze.

“I am now a true Guardian Knight.”

Ah.
A sigh escaped Sayehr’s lips.

A true Guardian Knight.
That meant he could truly command the Wyverns.

White Star’s voice reached them.

“He took what belonged to Sirem.”

In other words, a portion of the Ancient Powers that Sirem possessed had been transferred to Clophe.
This was the true nature of the deal struck between Kale Heniatus and Clophe.

“Ha!”

A hollow laugh escaped Sayehr. His mind became somewhat clearer. Yet it still remained incomplete.
That was when it happened.

A deep, resonant hum—
A sword wreathed in white aura pointed toward the sky, and the white knight issued his command with chilling composure.

“Attack.”

What?!
At the sudden order, Sayehr hesitated for but a moment.
In that instant, wyverns descended in perfect unison toward the whales, the Whale Tribe, and White Star’s vessels.

“Glory to Paern!”
“The legend reborn!”
“For the protection of the North!”

Clang! Clang!
Knights clad in white armor astride the wyverns drew their blades with metallic precision.
They swung their swords with devastating force while the wyverns raked the air with razor-sharp talons and opened their gaping maws.

Boom!
Crash!
“Argh!”
“Screech!”

Cries of agony erupted from every direction.
The Whale Tribe, White Star’s forces, and the Wyvern Knights—three powers collided in an instant, descending into absolute chaos.
They tore into one another, and the devastation was truly ferocious.

‘…If this continues…’

A flicker of realization crossed Sayehr’s eyes as he observed the carnage.

The Whale Tribe and the Wyvern Knights clashed in brutal combat.
The explosions alone testified to the ferocity of their engagement.

He recalled the battle formations he had heard reports of—those of Kale Heniatus and his companions.

They protected one another.
They were those who would sacrifice themselves to shield their comrades. The most prominent among them was Kale Heniatus himself.

‘But now those very companions fight each other?’

That couldn’t be right.
Sayehr realized that the connection named Kale Heniatus no longer existed between the Whale Tribe and the Wyvern Knights.

“You dare attack the Whale Tribe?”

Witira’s voice reached Sayehr, who was rapidly calculating in his mind—calm on the surface, yet seething with barely contained fury.
That was the moment.

‘Hmm?’

Sayehr saw it.

‘Just now… where was Clophe Seka looking?’

Clophe’s eyes, which had been fixed on Witira’s furious expression, flicked momentarily in another direction.
That subtle movement caught Sayehr’s attention.

There was something there.
A fleeting glance—just for an instant. There was something in the direction Clophe had looked.

And that direction was—

‘Further west than the Whale Tribe Village!’

Was Kale Heniatus there?
Or—

‘I need to check this out!’

Sayehr signaled White Star with his eyes and whispered urgently.

“Lift me up with the Wall of Wind.”

When White Star looked at him with confusion, Sayehr spoke quietly but with absolute certainty.

“Now.”

Whiiiish—
A subtle, rapid wind swirled around White Star.
And Sayehr felt his body thrust upward in an instant.

Whiiiing— Whiiiish—
A rectangular wall of wind lay horizontally, becoming the ground beneath Sayehr’s feet.
That wall shot skyward.

Crash!

Sayehr lowered his head. A water whip flew desperately toward him but was blocked by White Star.
Witira, the whip’s master, glared not at him, but at Clophe.

“I see.”

Those calm words.
Sayehr felt chills run down his spine in that moment.
His eyes met Clophe’s at the highest point, and the instant he rose even higher—

“Krkrkr—”

Sayehr saw it.
When he looked westward, beyond where Clophe’s gaze was fixed on the Whale Tribe Village.

“Krkrkuk, so that was it!”

That was it!
A sight filled Sayehr’s eyes.
The landscape revealed only when ascending to the sky.

Young Whale Tribe children fleeing with a few warriors.
And a couple of Whale Tribe warriors guarding the empty village.
Such things were unimportant.

Northwest.
A glacier positioned further northwest than the Whale Tribe Village.
There, three Whale Tribe members raced furiously as if heading toward the northern edge of this world.

“…The Whale King!”

Whale King Siceller. And the Whale Tribe’s greatest warrior Archie, along with the Hybrid Whale-man Paseton.
Paseton was the weakest among the Whale Tribe, but the other two were among the strongest.
Yet they were fleeing?

‘There must be something the Whale Tribe is protecting over there!’

Of course the Whale King would flee to protect it.
Sayehr watched the Whale King turn back. Whale King Siceller’s gaze found the direction where Sayehr stood, and he halted his retreat.

Whoooosh—
The sea surrounding the glacier where he stood churned with unusual ferocity.

A Whale King.
If a dragon was the one who commanded the earth and sky, then he was the apex of the sea.

Sayehr lowered his head.
He saw the beings looking down at him. Among them, Clophe Seka, who stood closest, opened his mouth with an elegant smile.

“…You saw it?”

His eyes gleamed with a strange madness.
Sayehr sneered at him.

“You lunatic.”

But Clophe laughed and commanded.
His voice filled the entire battlefield.

“Follow me!”

Clophe drew out a whistle.

Shrieeeeek—
A piercing sound cut across the Northern Sea, and the wyverns shrieked as they surged skyward once more. Clophe maneuvered his own wyvern and soared toward where Sayehr stood.

“Your aerial forces are fewer than our Knights Order. That sky belongs to me.”

Clophe spoke these words with an easy laugh, then surveyed his surroundings.

Screeeech—screeeech—
With the wyverns’ cries, knights and wyverns swiftly surrounded Clophe.

“Let’s go.”

Clophe turned his direction toward the Northwest Direction.
The massive flock of wyverns that darkened the sky moved together in that direction.

“No!”

The Whale Tribe warriors cried out.

“Stop!”

Witira ran across the Glacier, advancing toward the Northwest Direction—the direction the Wyvern Knights were heading.
Mooooo—
The whales ceased their battle and turned toward the northwest. Urgency radiated from their massive forms.

It was then.
As the guardian knight who had instilled such urgency in the Whale Tribe advanced, his keen senses caught a faint voice.

“Heh heh.”

Clophe turned his head back.
He saw Sayehr floating alone in the sky, laughing.

“…What?”

In that instant, the sky tilted before Clophe.
No—his own body tilted. The wyvern’s form lurched to one side, thrashing to throw Clophe off.

Crash!
Clophe’s eyes twisted as he desperately gripped the wyvern’s neck.

“What is this sudden—!”

But before he could finish, he saw knights plummeting into the sea.

“…Commander!”
“Aaaahhh!”
“The wyvern, suddenly! Kraaaah!”

The terrified screams of falling knights echoed through the air.

Kraaaa—
The wyvern twisted its massive body violently, and Clophe plummeted toward the sea.
In that instant, his eyes caught sight of a figure before whom the wyverns bowed their heads in submission.

White Star.
The wyverns prostrated themselves before him in obedience, flattening their bodies to the ground. Then White Star ascended leisurely onto the back of the largest wyvern that Clophe had ridden.
Sayehr mounted the wyvern beside it.

Sayehr’s and Clophe’s eyes met.
Sayehr was still sneering.

“Did you see?”

The wyverns surged forward in unison, carrying White Star, Sayehr, and several Black Mages toward the Northwest Direction.

White Star cast one final glance toward Clophe.

“Counterfeits have their limits.”

With those words, he turned his gaze away from Clophe entirely.
Then he issued his command.

“Go.”

The wyverns moved with blinding speed.

“The genuine article is different indeed.”

White Star did not respond to Sayehr’s words.

The false Dragon Slayer, Sirem.
The power he possessed was but a fractured echo derived from White Star.

The Wyvern Knights regarded Kale Heniatus, the true last Dragon Slayer, as their true master.
A Dragon Slayer capable of slaying the Dragons that ruled the land.
A true calamity blade unfolded in White Star’s hand, and that blade was directed toward Siceller, the Whale King who stood at the apex of the sea.

In that moment, I spoke in a low voice.

“Choi Han, did you see?”

I tapped my legs, which had grown numb from crouching, and asked.

“You saw properly how to handle the Wyvern Knights, right?”

A soft but menacing voice came from beside me.

“Yes, it seems my power will soon become complete rather than merely half.”

Choi Han was smiling obediently.
Without turning around, I watched the White Star’s forces flying away and the Whales quietly salvaging the Wyvern Knights and Clophe who had fallen into the sea, and my lips curved upward slightly.
Then I gave my command.

“Raon, now.”
-Got it! Sending the signal!

I counted slowly in my mind.

‘3.’

White Star, riding the Wyvern, reached near the Whale King with tremendous speed.

‘2.’

And the moment two powerhouses of a different dimension—White Star and Whale King Siceller—faced off.

‘1.’

I saw it.

“Cough!”

The Whale King Siceller, who had been stirring the waves, spat blood toward the sky. It was dark, blackened blood.
Thud, thud. The blood trickling down his whiskers ceaselessly soaked the glacier beneath.

“Father!”

Paseton’s anguished cry burst forth. It was like a wail.
At that sight, White Star’s pupils flickered with intrigue, and Sayehr cried out gleefully.

“So that’s why he fled! The Whale King’s body wasn’t in proper condition, so he sent Witira instead!”
“Sayehr.”

He glanced toward White Star, then hesitated.
White Star’s pupils burned with intensity.

“Look at that weak whale.”

Paseton—the weakest of the Whale Tribe, cradling his father.
A worn parchment peeked slightly from between the folds of his hunched chest.

“A-are you alright, Father?”

Tap.
Paseton saw the Whale King’s palm pressing against his own upper garment. Only then did Paseton realize the parchment had peeked out slightly. The Whale King concealed the parchment by shielding Paseton behind him, glaring at White Star.

“How amusing.”

White Star sneered at the father and son Whale Tribe members, his pupils rippling with greed.

-Hehe, that’s fake blood! Little Paseton, you’re such a great actor! Choi Han, you should learn from him!

Raon chattered excitedly to Kale while munching on pie.
Heh.
Kale’s lips curled upward without his realizing it.

“I should make my move soon.”

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