Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 455

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Chapter 101. I Have Returned

“Lord, will Kale arrive right away?”

Ron, who had been staring at the severed video communication device, turned his gaze toward the voice coming from beside him. The Mercenary King Bird Illis, holding an unusually thin and long blade, came into view.
Ron’s lips parted as he watched blood trickling down the slender blade with an indifferent expression.

“In five minutes.”

With those words, he offered no further response and fixed his gaze straight ahead.
Burd showed no particular displeasure at this. Instead, he looked toward where Ron’s gaze was directed.

‘…The Molan Family Estate.’

Currently used as an Arm Secret Base, but once the most formidable of the Eastern Continent’s underworld families. When Burd realized where this place was, he was inwardly astonished.

‘The Molden Mountain Range, of all places.’

The Molden Kingdom—a major power of the Eastern Continent that had grown rapidly over the past decade or so.
Located in the center of the Eastern Continent, it had chosen commerce as the driving force of its kingdom’s growth and, fully utilizing that position, became the center of the Eastern Continent’s economy and logistics in roughly fifteen years.

The Molden Kingdom, which had become the center of logistics and commerce despite having no sea access, possessed one distinctive characteristic.

Vast plains and equally broad, smooth roads.
With no mountains and spacious, pleasant roads lined with lodgings and commercial districts, merchants naturally gathered in abundance.

‘In the Northeast Region of that Molden Kingdom, there exists a mountain range.’

The range was not particularly long, but it was extraordinarily high and treacherous, ranking among the most difficult climbing spots on the Eastern Continent.

Deep within that perilous mountain range lay the Molan Family Estate.

‘It’s more of a fortress than an estate.’

A barren gorge where no river flowed, with buildings artificially constructed along the cliffs on both sides.

“Mercenary King, we’ve completely breached the First Perimeter and should reach the Second Perimeter shortly!”

At the mercenary’s words, Bud raised his sword once more. His gaze shifted to one side as he opened his mouth.

“Just as you said, once we broke through the First Perimeter, the Arm Secret Base came into view.”

The mages of the Mercenary Guild, led by Bud’s close friend Gren Puff, had destroyed the illusory magic of the First Perimeter.
And the assassins who had survived the massacre and scattered across the Eastern Continent advanced forward, destroying the First Perimeter and the traps within it.

At the end of Bud’s gaze sat a figure completely wrapped in robes, sitting helplessly on the ground. A voice emanated from within the robes.

“The Second Perimeter will be just as I said.”

It was a voice as faint as a dying candle.
Then, a brilliant light bloomed where they stood. The light soon faded, and the figure that appeared in its place spoke.

“We need to hurry.”

It was Kale Heniatus.
The figure sitting on the ground lifted his head. Through the gap in the robes, Kale could see the eyes of the Dragon Hybrid looking up at him.

Kale had much to say to that creature. But time had dragged on longer than expected in the Caro Kingdom Dubori Territory, leaving no leisurely moment for conversation.

“Young Master.”

He turned his gaze toward Ron, who was calling him.
The usual kindness was nowhere to be seen on his face. A cold anger blazed across his hardened features. Behind Ron stood Vicross, holding a greatsword with his head bowed.

There was only one thing Kale had to say to them.

“After so long, why do you all look like that coming home?”

Vicross, who had been looking down, turned his gaze toward Kale. Upon receiving the young master’s gaze, Kale pointed straight ahead.
The Molan Family Estate, concealed by illusory magic.
He spoke to its original owners.

“Let’s go home.”

Vicross pulled the greatsword he had driven into the ground and walked to his father Ron’s side. At that moment, Kale’s voice rang out.

“Once everything is settled later, we’ll have a housewarming. Let’s go have some fun.”

Vicross watched a smile slowly form at his father’s lips—a laugh that had graced that cold, indifferent face for the first time in days.
The last head of the Molan Family stepped forward with empty hands and spoke.

“I look forward to a housewarming gift.”

Tap tap. With light footsteps, Ron headed toward the Arm Secret Base. Behind him came Kale Heniatus’s blunt voice.

“Yeah. I’m loaded.”

Finally, Ron’s lips parted.

“Ha ha, ha—”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Truly, what an adorable young master.

“Vicross.”
“Yes, Father.”

Because of this, I couldn’t afford to be careless. How could I disappoint such an adorable young master?

—I’ll buy a housewarming gift too! With Grandpa Ron and kind Vicross’s gifts, I can even empty my piggy bank! I’m not saying this just because I’m excited about the housewarming! Of course I want to have a housewarming!

And shouldn’t we make the housewarming grand for our even more adorable Dragon?

He issued an order to his son.

“Send the signal.”

Ron’s gaze turned toward the Second Perimeter. There stood a small City Wall.
Upon it were numerous archers, and mages as well.

“Fire arrows the moment they approach!”
“Activate the magic formations quickly! Prepare everything we have!”

I calmly observed the figures shouting atop the City Wall.
Originally, such a personnel composition would have been unthinkable for the Molan Family. But this was the Arm Secret Base, so such a sight made sense.

Piiiiiii— Piii—
Vicross’s whistle released a sharp, piercing cry.

At that moment, a mercenary leading the charge toward the Second Perimeter—the City Wall—cried out.

“Gather together!”

Those who had been charging recklessly began to consolidate into a single formation, advancing toward the City Wall.

“I should go too.”

Watching the scene unfold, the Mercenary King Burd stepped forward.
A deep hum resonated as a brilliant blue aura bloomed along his slender, elongated blade.

“Yeah. Go and come back.”

Leaving Kale Heniatus waving his hand behind him, Burd surged forward with blinding speed.

‘This is not merely the Molan Family’s affair.’

For Burd—for the Mercenary Guild—this situation was war.
War between the Mercenary Guild and Dark.
If they triumphed in this war, the Mercenary Guild would have crushed Dark, who had been rising as a power broker on the Eastern Continent by pressuring other guilds and information networks.
Then the Mercenary Guild’s strength would once again demonstrate its dominance across the Eastern Continent.

His free hand moved.
Click. Burd removed the glasses he wore, then issued the command most befitting mercenaries.

“Destroy everything!”

A sharp whistle cut through the air.
Wind coiled around his body as he surged forward, his eyes identifying the enemies before him. Among them, he spotted the strongest one on the City Wall.
The strongest one revealed by the Ancient Powers he possessed.
The strongest one that his Ancient Powers revealed to him.

Bud leaned back and swung his arms.

“Kill them all!”

It happened in mere seconds—an instant unfolding.
It happened in an instant, taking only a few seconds.

“Cough!”

The arrow pierced through the throat of the swordsman issuing commands from atop the Black Castle wall.
It was the signal.

“Aaaaahhh!”
“Destroy everything! Climb the wall!”
“Kill anyone you come across!”

The mercenaries surged forward with fierce roars, hurling themselves at the wall.

“Fire the arrows!”
“Begin the magical assault!”

The defenders atop the wall responded, unleashing everything they had prepared.

“Damn! Hey! I took an arrow to the arm!”
“You idiot! Can’t even dodge arrows? Move! I’m going up!”
“Hahahaha! If you’re going to fire those projectiles, do it right! They’re all dodging anyway! Hahahaha! You incompetent fools!”

The mercenaries at the vanguard showed no fear whatsoever.
They dodged when they could, and when arrows or spells struck them, they simply kept moving. Fear was absent from their eyes.

“These… these madmen!”

Despair flickered across the archer’s eyes.
Their gazes met—the mercenary climbing the ladder at the front, intimidating the terrified archer with a baring of teeth and a grin.

“Scared? Hahahaha!”

The Mercenary Guild had not simply charged in recklessly.

This was war.
The Mercenary Guild had declared this operation a war, and assembled only their most seasoned veterans accordingly.

In the Mercenary Guild, a veteran was not defined by strength.

A veteran was one who had survived longest in wars and battles.
One who transformed grave wounds into minor ones.

The most seasoned mercenaries—those who considered their bodies their greatest asset and sole wealth—now formed the vanguard scaling the City Wall.
They had positioned themselves at the forefront of this assault.

The Eastern Continent had never witnessed a war of grand scale.
Yet skirmishes and smaller battles had always existed, and those who survived within them learned the art of evading overwhelming force to endure.

“Tch, this won’t do.”
“Captain!”

After the commander’s throat was pierced by Bud’s blade and he fell instantly, the sub-commander had to make a decisive choice in the face of the mercenaries’ relentless, frenzied scramble upward.

“Begin!”
“Yes, sir!”

At his command, the figure beside him immediately raised a whistle to their lips.

Shrieeee— Shrieeeeee—
An eerie whistle pierced the air, and the mercenaries froze momentarily. Then they were forced to look upward.

“Above! Above us!”
“Damn it! They’re attacking from up there!”

The faces of the leading mercenaries twisted in horror.

Artificial structures erected across the cliffs on both sides of the Gorge—not within it. From those positions, arrows, boulders, flaming projectiles, and countless other instruments of death began raining down upon the mercenaries.

“Aaaaagh!”
“Ugh! Retreat! We can’t dodge the boulders! What kind of massive rocks are these! Madmen!”
“The ladders are collapsing!”

Cries erupted from all directions. The sub-commander on the City Wall clenched his fist and bellowed.

“Good! Keep it up! This is working! Tell the mages to fire immediately!”
“Yes, sir!”

Mages were positioned within the structures lining both cliffs. If magic was added to this relentless barrage, the effect would be amplified exponentially.
A smile crossed the sub-commander’s lips.
That was the moment.

“Commander!”

A subordinate pointed toward the cliff.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

A figure plummeted from the cliff, releasing a harrowing scream. The person was a Mage.
The commander’s gaze shifted to one of the buildings carved into the cliff face above where he had fallen.

A structure hewn by human hands from within the cliff itself.
Through its vast window, another figure emerged.

“Gasp. Cough!”

His throat was gripped in someone’s hand—the only rope preventing him from plummeting into the abyss.

Yet the one strangling him gazed out the window with cold indifference and spoke.

“Throw them all.”

As Ron opened his hand, another Mage tumbled down the cliff.
Simultaneously, Vicross’s whistle pierced the air.

Wheee- whee-
From that moment on, screams erupted throughout the buildings atop the cliff. Bodies cascaded downward like rain.

The commander’s eyes widened.

“…But the Assassins were definitely hidden among the Mercenary Guild members!”

Even now, Assassins were visible interspersed within the Mercenary Guild’s ranks.
Yet typically, those who remained concealed were far more numerous.
Moreover, these hidden killers had infiltrated along secret passages revealed by the true master of these cliff-side structures.
The commander’s face twisted in anguish.

“How is this even—”
“Well, since we’ve breached everything, shut your mouth now.”
“When did you—Gasp!”

A sword thrust upward from atop the City Wall pierced the vice-commander’s heart.
The one wielding the blade like a spear abandoned the sword embedded in that heart and seized the weapon that had instantly killed Dark’s commander.

Mercenaries climbed up behind Bud, the sword’s owner.
One by one, and as the City Wall filled with mercenaries, Bud lifted his head, while Ron looked down upon him and opened his mouth.

“The final line.”

At that same moment, a sound that made the entire Gorge tremble echoed forth.

Whiiiiiing— Whiiing—

The Second Perimeter had fallen, and only the Third Perimeter remained. The Arm Secret Base began concentrating all its forces at the Third Perimeter.
The Third Perimeter was the main gate of the Arm Secret Base—once the entrance to the Molan Family Estate.

“Hold the line!”
“We must defend the Third Perimeter!”

Roooaaarrr—!
As the main gate opened, countless combat forces poured forth toward the Second Perimeter.
Ron, watching this unfold, opened his mouth.

“I’m counting on you.”

And at a place far below the cliff where that voice could not be heard.
At the point beyond the Second Perimeter heading toward the Third Perimeter.

“Sister, this is the right spot!”

Two small cats poked their heads through a gap in the City Wall.
The dust-covered Silver Cat observed the enemies pouring forth from ahead and spoke.

“We can start now!”
“Yes!”

The Red Cat responded, and in that instant, mist began spreading rapidly from where On, the Silver Cat, stood.
Hong’s poison seeped into that mist.

“W-what is this fog?”
“Ugh!”
“Hey, why are you— Hack!”

The Dragon Hybrid had outlined this strategy beforehand.

‘Dark will send the weakest soldiers to the front first. They’ll definitely pour out their forces after the Second Perimeter crumbles but before reaching the Third Perimeter.’

Those standing at the vanguard would be the weakest among them.

‘On, I’m counting on you.’

Recalling Ron’s words to her, On’s pupils gleamed with sharp intensity.
The weakest soldiers at the front were swiftly ensnared by the wide-spreading toxic fog.

“Gack!”
“Hey, if you collapse, the formation breaks! Ugh!”
“Hack!”

Torrents of soldiers poured forward.
The weakest at the vanguard succumbed to the subtle paralytic poison and fell. None suffered grievous wounds, but the toxin was potent enough to temporarily paralyze limbs and portions of their bodies.
Even as they fell, those behind surged forward relentlessly.

The formation collapsed, and their movement became compromised.

“We can’t see ahead because of the fog!”
“Damn it!”

Visibility crumbled beneath the veil of fog.
It was pure chaos.

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