Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 431

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However, the moment Kale Heniatus shifted slightly from his crouching position, he stumbled.

“Ah!”
-Human, what’s wrong!

Kale Heniatus could see who had caught him as he stumbled.

“…Thank you.”
“Is your leg cramped?”
“…Yes.”

Pfft.
Choi Han let out a soft chuckle—not a mocking laugh, but one that escaped without his realizing it.

“Would you like me to carry you if your leg hurts?”

Currently, Kale Heniatus, Choi Han, and Raon were on a small glacier drifting among the massive icebergs scattered across the sea. They had hollowed out the interior of the glacier to hide, and had even cast a concealment spell over it.

“Am I a child?”

Kale Heniatus stretched his cramped legs slightly while maintaining his wrinkled posture, glaring at Choi Han with a sullen expression.

“…Well, aren’t you my fifth cousin’s friend? A child is a child, isn’t it?”
-That’s right! Human! Compared to Choi Han, you’re a child! Hehe! Whether you’re twenty or six, whether you’re human or me, you’re all children to Choi Han! Hehehehe!

Damn it.

-Of course, the human was originally around thirty-six, but here you’re twenty! Hehe.

Blast it all.
Kale Heniatus’s face contorted. When Choi Han hesitated at the intensely bitter grimace, Kale Heniatus blurted out.

“Carry me. The cramp won’t go away.”

Damn.
Kale Heniatus climbed onto the back of Choi Han, who was shaking his head in disbelief.
That was when it happened.

“Do you truly believe that just because something exists in the sky, I cannot reach it?”

A voice heavy with authority and oppressive force shook the surroundings. The moment Kale Heniatus was drawn by that voice and looked outside, goosebumps erupted across his back.

“That’s… that’s insane!”

Whoooosh—
Seawater surged upward, forming a colossal pillar that pierced the sky.
Whale King Siceller still had black blood trickling from the corners of his mouth as he swept both hands through the air.

“Archie!”
“Yes!”

And there was one ascending that pillar.
Orca Arch. Transparent seawater that glowed with a brilliant blue radiance enveloped him like a protective barrier.

Ooooo—
Ooooooo—
The moment high and low-pitched cries echoed from somewhere else.

Boom!
Crash!
Around the glacier where Siceller and Paseton stood, whales and countless other sea creatures began to encircle them.

“Kehehehe!”

The pillar Arch rode finally reached the same height as those in the sky.

“So it’s you.”

With those words, Arch took a step toward the wyvern where White Star stood. The pillar of seawater moved in tandem, becoming his support.

“You dare challenge me alone?”

White Star let out a scoff and watched Arch rapidly approaching, and Arch met his gaze with a matching smirk before speaking.

“Why? Are you scared, you little punk?”

Ha!
White Star laughed as if utterly exasperated, and simultaneously, the wyvern he rode opened its maw.
Screeeech!
Archie rushed directly in front of the shrieking wyvern and threw a punch.

BOOM!
A tremendous explosion erupted. With a sizzling, burning sound, Archie watched the seawater enveloping his fist evaporate.
Crackle, snap. An arm wreathed in white lightning blocked his path.

“Someone like you cannot lay a hand on our lord.”

Bear King Sayehr stepped in front of Archie with an easy smile.
Archie tilted his head and blurted out dismissively.

“You’re the Bear King? But why do you look so scrawny?”

Sayehr flinched, his brow furrowing. Yet he glared at Archie while speaking to White Star behind him.

“I’ll handle this one. You do what you need to do.”
“Fine.”

White Star adjusted the wyvern’s reins and began descending toward the ground, away from where Sayehr and Archie stood.
Catching a glimpse of this, Sayehr drew forth the power of light across his entire body.

“You insolent whale, I’ll-”
“Hey!”

But Archie didn’t even glance at Sayehr, instead watching White Star’s retreating figure as he descended.

“Hey! White Star, running away? Huh? Am I scaring you? Huh? Why hide behind your subordinate? You coward! Fleeing? Leaving your scrawny lackey behind and bolting? Huh? Enjoying yourself? You bastard, why won’t you answer? Huh? Got cold feet?”

Sayehr’s face contorted. Soon their gazes clashed. Sayehr spoke first.

“I’ve never seen such an impudent mouth on a whale.”
“Your mouth’s heavier than mine, scrawny.”
“You bastard!”
“Why am I your bastard? You’re stupid.”

Hehehehe.
Archie laughed.
The task given to him was simple.

‘Archie, just do what you did when you were young.’

Such an easy task. Archie, who had been accumulating stress lately, thought this was perfect.

‘Your target is the Bear King. Provoke him relentlessly from nearby. Make it impossible for him to think clearly.’

It was something he could do exceptionally well. Archie threw a punch toward Sayehr, who had always been his target.

“Come on, Bearface, play with me! Don’t run away like your leader! Kahahaha!”
“You crazy bastard!”

Why were there only lunatics everywhere?!
Sayehr, burning with rage, fired arrows of light toward Archie.

Boom! Boom!
With two thunderous explosions, the arrows burst apart, and Archie shook his slightly charred fist. The seawater barrier the Whale King had created for Archie was formidable.

“Hey. Don’t hold back—fight seriously. Are you looking down on me?”

Archie charged at Sayehr with an infuriated expression. He had noticed that Sayehr was attacking half-heartedly.

‘Has that bastard lost his mind?’

Sayehr watched Archie charge forward with a furious, manic grin, his own expression one of exasperation.

-Human! Archie is doing so well! This is fun!

Choi Han, Raon, and Kale Heniatus—the three cloaked figures moved swiftly. Especially Kale, riding on Choi Han’s back, could see the battlefield situation with perfect clarity.
His mouth opened.

“…Wow.”

Boom!
With a deafening crash, a massive blue spear struck down a wyvern.

“Kiiieeeee-!”

The wyvern plummeted to the ground. White Star, who had been riding upon its back, kicked off from the falling beast and escaped.

“As expected, a king is different.”

White Star gripped a sword of flame in his hand. However, it was not the same blade he had wielded against Witira. It was a sword infused with the calamity blade that the Dragon Slayers possessed.
With a light tap, White Star’s body shot forward.

Crash!
The blue spear and the sword of flame collided. That was merely the beginning.
Clang! Crash! Clang, crash!
The spear and sword clashed relentlessly, striking against one another in rapid succession. The collisions continued without pause. White Star’s lips curved upward.

“You fight well despite your pallid complexion.”

The sword sought out the whale’s openings, while the spear barely managed to deflect it.

“Ugh!”

A brief groan escaped from Whale King Siceller’s lips. His complexion, visible at close range, had taken on a bluish hue.

“Pathetic.”

White Star assessed Siceller with detachment, yet he could see the whale king smiling at him.

“Still, I possess enough strength to face you.”
“Hmph!”

White Star hastily retreated backward.
Whoooosh!
A massive torrent of seawater suddenly engulfed the space where White Star had stood. The saltwater then coiled around Siceller, draping across his shoulders like a cloak before transforming into a colossal veil.

“…Yes. This is more like it.”

With those words, White Star charged toward Siceller once more.

Kiiiii—
Uuuuu—
Wyverns and whales were already clashing. Sea and sky. They churned through spaces fundamentally opposed to one another, each seeking the other’s openings.

Beyond that, White Star’s blade thrust toward Siceller’s azure barrier.

Skreeeee!
With the sound of searing magic, Siceller’s blue spear materialized in that gap. White Star unfurled his own water barrier.
Crash! Bang! Crash!
Collision after collision. Neither Siceller nor White Star showed any sign of retreat, each hunting for the other’s weakness. Then White Star could see Siceller smiling.

“My victory is assured.”

The moment he spoke those words.
Kale heard Raon’s cry.

-Human!

Simultaneously, a woman’s voice swept across the battlefield.

“Father!”

Whoooosh—
Two massive water whips targeted White Star’s back.
And Siceller’s blue spear pierced toward White Star’s front. With both directions sealed off, White Star kicked the ground with both feet.

Bang! Crash!
The whip and spear pierced through empty space.
White Star, launched upward, turned to look behind him.

“They’ve arrived.”

Led by Witira, Whale Tribe warriors began appearing one after another.
White Star and Siceller regarded each other. In that fleeting instant, Siceller’s mouth opened.

“Yes. They’ve all arrived.”

It was the smile of one who saw victory within reach.
At least, it was the composure of one who had not yet lost.
But that composure soon vanished.

“My reinforcements have arrived.”

White Star smiled gently.

“What?”

Siceller’s expression hardened. At that moment, Witira’s urgent voice rang out.

“Paseton!”

Siceller spun around in alarm, sensing a powerful pressure behind him. His son Paseton came into view. And behind Paseton.
A man was laughing.

“…Bear King!”

Sayehr laughed, moving his slender arm like a serpent. Before the startled Paseton could even flee forward in surprise.
Those secretive, nimble hands swiftly seized the parchment protruding from Paseton’s chest.

“Damn it!”

By the time Paseton grasped his own garment, it was already too late.

“My son!”

Siceller hurriedly hurled a blue spear toward Paseton—no, toward Sayehr. And he swiftly wrapped the approaching Paseton in the veil of his cloak.

Boom!
A man fell from the sky.

“Ugh!”

Archie lay prostrate on the glacier, groaning. His entire body trembled violently. The Whale King’s protective barrier still existed, but it crackled with intense sparks as it clashed with light and electricity.
Archie could not even lift his face, pressing his head against the glacier as he groaned continuously.

“Hehehehe—!”

At the center of it all, Sayehr could not suppress his laughter.
Archie had ultimately proven no match. Regardless, he was the Bear King.

A soft footstep.
He handed the parchment to the one descending beside him.

“Here you are.”

White Star accepted the parchment with ease, yet spoke a single phrase.

“That power… it’s not here.”
“You don’t sense it?”
“Correct.”

The power of the land—said to exist only twice in ancient times.
The very power that the Ancient White Star once possessed.

Had an Ancient Power existed nearby, White Star should have sensed even the faintest trace. Yet no such power was present.
Then what was this parchment?
What was this that the Whale Tribe had guarded so desperately?
And—

‘Why is Kale Heniatus nowhere to be seen?’

This was the greatest mystery that enveloped White Star.

“Seize it!”
“Kill that bastard!”

Along with the cries of the Whale Tribe warriors, I saw Witira and the Whale King rushing toward me.
Yet I averted my gaze.

“Activate the teleportation formation!”

At Sayehr’s command, multiple Dark Mages simultaneously began constructing magical circles. It was the result of dozens of rehearsals. Naturally so—these Dark Mages had been summoned precisely for such swift teleportation.
Sayehr directed this instead of White Star. Yet suddenly, seized by an odd feeling, he turned his gaze toward White Star.

White Star stood silently, holding the parchment.

“…Why are you like this?”

The hand holding the parchment trembled visibly.
Sayehr was witnessing this side of White Star for the first time.
Yet White Star could not respond to Sayehr’s words. His dilated pupils remained fixed upon the worn parchment, unable to move.

“…This is real.”
“What do you mean, real?”

Sayehr approached with confusion, but White Star read the parchment’s contents again and again.
The parchment bore sentences written in the ancient Eastern Continent language. It was already strange to find an object inscribed with Eastern Continent script in the Western Continent.
But there was something far more peculiar.

An unknown script.
A script White Star had seen only once in over a thousand years, never encountered elsewhere, and had been unable to decipher all this time.

‘…Neran Berow…!’

That script—the one written in his memoirs—was inscribed upon this ancient document.

“It really does look like an ancient document.”

It truly resembled an ancient document, just as Sayehr said.
The parchment’s texture, the distinctive seepage of ink commonly used in that era—all of it exuded an unmistakable authenticity.
Most importantly, the script of the First Dragon Slayer, Neran Berow, served as proof.

Sayehr, standing beside him, read the text inscribed in the Eastern Continent language while observing the teleportation’s progress.

“…I deliberated. For I witnessed the result born from countless sacrifices. Simultaneously, I discovered a seed that might sprout that calamity anew. In the cold north, the scorching west, and the solid east.”

Quite lengthy passages followed thereafter.
A flicker of intrigue crossed Sayehr’s eyes as he read onward.

The places where I had anticipated the final land’s power to reside.
Whale Tribe Land, Caro Kingdom, and Roan Kingdom—this document mentioned all three.

“Hmm?”

Then he discovered an unfamiliar character on the parchment and his expression grew puzzled.
But that confusion was soon swallowed by an even greater mystery.

“Huh?”

A small piece of paper was attached to the parchment.
Someone had carelessly tucked it away and forgotten to remove it.
The scrap of paper fluttered down from the parchment. Sayehr watched as White Star picked it up.

A note that appeared to have been written recently. Characters scrawled hastily across its surface.
It seemed someone had written this after seeing the aged ancient parchment.
Yet Sayehr could not read it.
Because the characters written on that paper were the same as those he could not decipher on the parchment.

“…There is.”

Then White Star’s low voice reached his ears.
The voice trembled finely, wrapped in astonishment, madness, and exhilaration.

“…There exists someone who can read this script.”

Uuuuung—
The teleportation began to activate.
Sayehr observed his subordinates barely holding back the Whale Tribe’s assault and the teleportation magic circle nearing completion, then cast one final glance at White Star.
White Star laughed with a sound like weeping as he spoke.

“That’s right. It was strange. There are two others besides me whose temporal axis is twisted, aren’t there? The fact that such humans exist beyond myself.”

It was strange. No, he should have found it strange.
Two figures blocking his path surfaced in his mind.
Humans he first encountered in the Mogur Capital, whose temporal axes were as peculiar as his own.
Among them, one he had until now merely regarded as a subordinate of Kale Heniatus.

Why?

Black hair and black eyes—a man who appeared as if suddenly dropped into this world.
To his eyes, his temporal axis was twisted as one who had lived long, yet he maintained his youth regardless.
And one skilled with the blade.

“…Why didn’t I remember this sooner?”

That bastard—

“Isn’t he similar to Neran Berow?”

Records of the First Dragon Slayer remaining in the Dragon Slayer Village. Information known only to those born from the Dragon Slayer Village, and thus not widely known to the world.

White Star’s lips curved upward slowly.

“…Choi Han….”

So that bastard could read these characters!
Exhilaration spread through White Star’s pupils.
I’ve found a path. Or perhaps I’ve discovered an opportunity to obtain all the ancient records and become an even greater ruler.

“Sayehr, bring that bastard here.”
“Who?”
“The one who set the Jungle ablaze.”

The former Crown Prince Adin, the one who set fire to Jungle Zone 1 alongside the Black Mages.

“Ah, the one who said he’d start the fire and put it out himself? The bastard who said he’d infiltrate the Jungle as a sorcerer spy?”
“Yes.”
“Why that illusionist?”
“A person.”

Whoosh!
A teleportation portal unfolded, and White Star vanished from the Whale Tribe Territory in an instant. He watched Witira’s grimacing face disappear before leaving one final word with Sayehr.

“I need to take someone under my wing.”

I needed to control a person.
White Star’s lips curved upward even further.

* * *

“Choi Han, will that bastard come looking for you?”

Kale Heniatus shrugged his shoulders with evident delight as he posed the question.

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