Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 607

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And I began to formulate a plan in my mind for how to spend that single day.

Boom! Crash!
Countless arrows and spells rained down upon the black sphere.

Ron, Vicross, Bud, and Alberu each engaged their respective enemies, yet the sheer number of foes was overwhelming.
Even with On and Hong present, they could only provide support from the rear, so those excluding Alberu could not hide their growing impatience.

“Ugh, we’re running out of time! Why do they keep pouring out like this!”

Bud called out lightly as he swung his blade. A chilling blue aura, entirely at odds with his casual tone, transformed into razor-sharp thorns that pierced through an enemy’s abdomen.

“Gasp!”
“Next!”

But Bud showed no signs of pause, kicking the fallen enemy aside as he rushed toward the next opponent.
His movements appeared remarkably bold.

‘The scent…!’

Yet he was more acutely attuned than ever before.
He wielded one of the Ancient Powers that commanded the wind—his own ability to discern an opponent’s capabilities—at maximum intensity.

‘The Crown Prince said it. In the worst case, at any moment, a being comparable to or even surpassing Erhafen might emerge.’

If that were true, then Bud himself would be the one to detect it most keenly.
His eyes, straining from excessive ability usage from the very beginning, already bore the telltale signs of burst capillaries, their whites stained crimson.
Yet he could not stop.

“Why do they keep coming, no matter how many I strike down!”

The blue aura surged forth once more, its thorns racing toward the enemy’s throat.
But there was one faster still.

Scrape!
“Choke!”

A massive greatsword cleaved across the enemy’s back.
Vicross tossed his words at Burd with an indifferent expression.

“Behind.”
“Huh?”

In an instant, Burd swung his sword toward the rear.

Clang!
Black arrows shattered into fragments as they collided with the blue aura.

“Ah, thanks!”

Burd offered his thanks casually, but Vicross was already swinging his greatsword, cutting down enemies indiscriminately.

‘…So that vicious fellow can use concealment techniques.’

What a terrifying household.
But compared to Ron, Vicross wasn’t particularly vicious.

“Argh! My, my arm!”
“Ugh, my legs, my legs!”

Enemies collapsed here and there, clutching their wounds.

“Where exactly is the attack coming from…!”

The problem was that those falling had no idea where the attacks were originating from.

‘A terrifying old man.’

Burd recognized that the source of these silent attacks was Ron.
As he suspected, Ron was fully displaying his prowess in this deep blue darkness before dawn broke.

The enemy who killed my household, my family.
It was long ago, yet the memory refused to fade.

‘But you’re touching them again?’

Ron was consumed by anger as never before. Only his son Vicross had noticed it.

Swish.
A dagger traced a silent line through the air.

“Gahhk!”

The enemy collapsed, clutching his back. Ron didn’t spare a glance at the fallen man. His vacant eyes simply swept across the battlefield, searching for the next target.

‘…That young master was quite the amusing puppy, wasn’t he.’

Yet Kale Heniatus occupied his thoughts entirely.
After fleeing the Eastern Continent for the Western Continent, he had somehow drifted to the Heniatus Count Estate.
Of course, the circumstances behind that arrival were lengthy, but the experiences he’d accumulated at the Heniatus Count Estate afterward were even more so.

The majority of those experiences were intertwined with Kale Heniatus.
It couldn’t have been otherwise. That young master was truly entertaining.
And yet, such a young master—

‘I will keep Kale Heniatus alive, no matter what, today.’

That single declaration from Crown Prince Albert Crossman had ignited the embers of fury within Ron.
Embers of tremendous intensity.

“Shoot the arrows— Gahhhk!”

Thus, Ron attacked the Dark Elf who was issuing attack commands toward the black sphere.
The sharp dagger pierced through the Dark Elf’s throat and emerged on the other side.

“Gahhk, cough!”

The Dark Elf heard Ron’s voice from behind him.

“A throat that speaks such useless words has no need to exist, does it?”

With those words, Ron melted into the darkness, evading the enemies who had trained their arrows upon him.
In that moment, his gaze lifted toward the sky.

Countless attacks rained down from the sky.
At their center lay a black sphere wrapped in a silver shield.
Within that translucent black circle, Kale Heniatus lay still.

-Grandfather Ron! Don’t worry! I’ll protect him well!

For some reason, Ron’s lips curved upward slightly at Raon’s sudden words.
Raon had been entrusted with the sole mission of protecting Kale Heniatus.

-Ah!

Raon spoke to all his allies, including Ron.

-Tasha, Rosalind, and Merry have moved!

Alberu tightened his grip on the white spear at those words.
His comrades were moving perfectly in accordance with the plan.
Even as he fought, he thought of those who must be elsewhere.

‘Kale Heniatus.’

And.

‘Choi Han. You will protect Kale.’

He recalled Kale’s knight, Choi Han.

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“Grraaahhh!”

Choi Han swung his sword again at the monster shrieking and spewing cyan blood.

First came the eyes.
Then.

“Open your mouth.”

I charged toward the fangs of the shrieking monster.
Black venom dripped steadily from the two tusks.

“It’s already wide open?”

I heard Lee Soo-hyuk’s voice from behind.
Lee Soo-hyuk, who had closed the distance without warning, reached the same position as me.

Shing.
Lee Soo-hyuk’s blade slid free from its sheath.
I stared at it for a moment before opening my mouth.

“I’ll take the right.”
“I’ll take the left.”

The yellow monster, suddenly robbed of its vision and sight, thrashed in agony.
A fleeting opportunity born from that confusion.
I had to seize much from that creature in this singular moment.

“Kraaaaaah!”

The thrashing monster shrieked and opened its maw wide.

Lee Soo-hyuk watched as a savage black light erupted from my blade as I surged forward ahead of him.

‘Inhale.’

I drew in a breath.
I had already expended far too much power.
But the results did not match what I had spent.

‘I can only use it a few more times.’

Therefore, I had to be cautious.
I had to sever at least one thing with each strike.

A single fang dripping with black liquid entered Lee Soo-hyuk’s field of vision.
He planted his feet firmly.
A sturdy branch became his stepping stone.
He pushed off from it and launched himself into the air.
And in that singular moment suspended in mid-flight.

Lee Soo-hyuk focused every ounce of his consciousness.

Because this blade carried so much within it.
The direction of the battle about to unfold.
And the lives of many people.
Finally, the anguished strength of Kim Rok-soo, who served as his foundation.

‘If I have any shame, I must succeed this time.’

In that instant, Lee Soo-hyuk heard nothing around him.
Yet he was so focused that he didn’t even notice this fact.

The blade drew forward slowly.

And truly, for a brief moment, sound vanished from his surroundings.

The monster’s screams.
The noise of trees sprouting and growing.
The sound of Choi Han’s blade clashing with the fang.

Even the beating of his own heart.

His power had severed sound itself.

In that moment, Lee Soo-hyuk felt it.

‘Ah.’

I have grown.
My strength has become greater.

The instant Lee Soo-hyuk felt this, he became certain.

So he managed to break off those fangs.

And the answer to that certainty unfolded before his eyes in the very next moment.

“Krraaaaaahhhhh—-!”

The instant the sound reached Lee Soo-hyuk’s ears again, he heard the creature’s anguished scream, saturated with pain.
Thud.
Choi Han’s hand came to rest upon his shoulder.

“You felt it.”

Beneath Choi Han’s understated voice lay a current of joy.
Simultaneously, Lee Soo-hyuk’s eyes captured the right fang crumbling to dust and the left fang severed cleanly, falling to the ground.

“Han, you’re quite skilled yourself.”

Lee Soo-hyuk’s voice brightened slightly at the realization that he had finally executed a proper attack.
He had finally neutralized one of the mutated yellow creature’s abilities.

Though much of the battle still lay ahead, his gaze naturally drifted toward one place, drawn by this small triumph.
He wanted to show this moment to that one—the one he was grateful for and worried about.

“No, Kal–!”

At that moment, Choi Han let out a cry that was almost a scream before hastily clamping his mouth shut, and Lee Soo-hyuk heard the sound of him rushing away without finishing his words.
Lee Soo-hyuk’s eyes found Kim Rok-soo, positioned atop a pillar like the tree tower platform.

Kim Rok-soo was collapsing, sinking to the ground.

“Rok–”

It was different from before.
The way he sank down—he seemed to have reached his limit, truly reached his absolute limit.

“Rok-soo!”

Lee Soo-hyuk rushed toward Kim Rok-soo without thinking.
But he stopped himself almost immediately.
Because Choi Han had stopped.

Choi Han was bowing his head.

“Damn it.”

The face of someone usually so composed and serene was now utterly contorted.

“Cursed… This is really infuriating.”

Choi Han’s eyes were twisted in anguish as he stopped in his tracks and turned around. In that moment, his gaze met Lee Soo-hyuk’s.

“…Why—”

Lee Soo-hyuk opened his mouth but couldn’t finish the question.

Why aren’t you going? Why did you stop?

He could only ask silently.
There was no other choice.

That fallen figure before them.
Kneeling, barely gripping the railing of the Tree Tower with one hand, still conscious but in such, such terrible agony.
He was telling them something.

To attack.
Not to stop.
Not to come here.

Tap. Tap.
A branch was tapping against Choi Han’s back, pointing toward the yellow monster.

“Damn it!”

Choi Han muttered in a trembling voice and moved in the direction the branch indicated.

Kale had collapsed to the ground.
It was clear he had reached his limit.

Yet the branches he was spreading had not crumbled.
This meant that even in such a state, Kale was not releasing this power.

And this was his will to keep fighting.
His determination to endure no matter what.

Choi Han understood that will better than anyone, so he had to fight again.
Lee Soo-hyuk also read Kim Rok-soo’s will from the solid tree roots beneath his feet.

And those who read this will were not just the two of them.

Choi Han hurriedly lifted his head.
Some force had just brushed past him.
And when he realized the identity of that force.

Boom!
“Screeeee!”

He saw an explosion erupting from the monster’s right eye.
It was a bullet.
A single bullet had flown through, tearing at the wound on the monster’s eye before detonating.

“Haa. Haa.”

On a tree located in a different place from Kale.
At its very top, Park Jin-tae breathed heavily as he aimed his gun at the monster once more.

“Crazy bastard. Insane fool.”

He spewed curses without pause.
Inexplicable irritation and rage were overwhelming him, threatening to drive him mad. So he could not stay still.

“Let’s just go all out.”

Bang!
The bullet fired from the barrel once more.
At the same time, people began to shout.

“Long-Range Attack Squad, aim for the head! Attack the head!”
“Hey! Climb the tree! If you use that, you can attack the monsters!”
“Group 1! Quickly dispose of these monsters and then we move toward the tree! Leave the archers here and climb the tree! Attack like Park Jin-tae does!”

Everyone had to keep moving.
They could see how precious these trees were, how much sacrifice the commander was pouring into creating this opportunity.

And Choi Jung-soo on the watchtower hurriedly bent down.

“Hey, hey!”

He reached out toward Kale while checking his condition.

“Ugh!”

Then he quickly pulled his hand back.
Kim Rok-soo had suddenly collapsed downward as if crumbling.

“…Why is my body so… hot—”

My body was intensely hot.
It wasn’t merely a fever.
For a moment, the temperature felt as if it would cause severe burns. I wondered how Kale wasn’t dying at such a temperature. No—if a person were exposed to such heat, their body should be showing signs of damage. That was only natural.

Yet Kale’s appearance remained unchanged from before.
Only then did Choi Jung-soo sense a certain current of energy surrounding Kale.
He realized that this intense heat was emanating from that current.

‘What in the world is happening to this bastard!’

Choi Jung-soo felt his mind growing frantic, nearly losing itself.
Then, a small voice strained with pain reached his ears.

“…Kim—”
“Hey, Kim Rok-soo! Are you alright?”

He hurriedly called out to Kale.
But Kale, as if unable to hear him, murmured softly once more.

“…Kim Rok-soo…?”

At that moment, watching Kim Rok-soo recite his own name, Choi Jung-soo wondered what on earth was happening.
But Kale himself was equally bewildered by what was occurring.

Suddenly, as violent pain wracked his entire body, he found himself collapsing without conscious thought.
It was remarkable that he still maintained his grip on the Ancient Power.

Then, a voice reached him.
The voice resonating from within his body differed from that of the Ancient Power—from the voice of the god.

-Finally, we can communicate?

It was Kim Rok-soo.
My voice.

‘No.’

Yet the tone was subtly different from the current Kim Rok-soo—different from Kale himself.
That was how Kale discerned the truth.

This voice belonged to Kim Rok-soo, but not the Kim Rok-soo he knew.

-That’s right. I’m the original Kim Rok-soo who lived in this world, in this body.

If this were a parallel world.
If this were a different dimension, not the past where Kale originally lived.
Then I should have naturally existed.

The original Kim Rok-soo.
Another Kim Rok-soo who should now be approaching the end of autumn in his twentieth year.

-Your soul finally heard my voice.
-I never thought I’d see myself like this, having lived over thirty-five years.

“…Ha!”

-It’s strange to say I’m glad to see you in a situation like this.

Kale Heniatus found himself laughing for reasons he couldn’t quite explain.

-I’m glad.

Yes, I was.
Glad, despite how ill-suited the emotion was to the moment.

-Hey. Am I a Sealed God too? I want to smash that damned god in the back of the head.

The words that Kim Rok-soo of this world had spoken pleased me immensely.
Yes, that’s me.

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