Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 610

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Near the approaching White Royal Castle.
Raon’s eyes gleamed with recognition.

-There are many troops concealed in the vicinity.

Rosalind and Rak’s mouths fell silent.
Rak surveyed the surroundings before pointing to the rooftop of a nearby building.

A nod.
As Rosalind nodded in agreement, Rak immediately hoisted her into his arms and ascended silently onto the rooftop.
Raon followed in pursuit, his gaze fixed upon the White Royal Castle.

-Approaching through the Main Gate will be difficult! Of course, we could smash our way through, but humans must conduct such matters discreetly to deliver a more devastating blow from behind!

Nod, nod.
Rak nodded silently in agreement, while Rosalind pointed toward a location with an unperturbed expression.

-Oh! That spot is perfect, clever Rosalind!

Among the countless windows, there was one with a terrace.
After confirming no one occupied the vicinity, Rosalind opened her mouth and spoke in a hushed voice.

“That should be the terrace connected to the White Star’s bathroom.”
-Rosalind! Did you gather information about the interior of the Royal Castle?
“Something like that.”
-As expected, you’re brilliant!

Raon grinned widely and immediately swung his front paws forward.
Rosalind and Rak soared skyward, and the three beings rapidly approached the terrace through flight magic.

‘Indeed. Something feels off about this place.’

Even as they ascended, Rosalind’s gaze downward remained cold and analytical.

‘There are many enemy forces concealed around the castle. Among them, I can spot several Dark Knights.’

That observation meant this location held significant importance.

‘I need to find the statue.’

The probability of the statue being here was high.

‘More precisely, I’m looking for the place where the ceremony will take place, along with the statue.’

She glanced at Rak.
Unlike usual, he appeared composed.

‘He’s angry.’

She immediately sensed Rak’s state.
However, she said nothing else.
Because she was angry too.

Tap.
With a soft sound, the three beings descended onto the Terrace.

“There is no one inside.”

Rak, who had been surveying the interior of the Terrace, spoke and pushed open the Terrace window.
Whoosh.
The door opened silently.

Following Rosalind, they exited what appeared to be the White Star’s bathroom and passed through the Corridor in invisibility.

-All the doors are closed!
-No one is inside the rooms!
-…There’s nothing on this floor!

As they moved swiftly, Raon’s voice reached the two of them in real time.

-The outside has troops hidden to guard the Palace. Yet the fact that there’s no one even in the White Star’s Bedroom inside the Palace means.
-This place is very suspicious.
-Where people gather.

Raon spoke bluntly.

-Everything is there.

And the three beings soon gained confirmation of those words.

-Stop!

The moment Raon’s voice reached their ears, the two of them halted their steps.
Rak’s ears twitched, and his gaze fixed upon a single point.

Sniff.
Rak’s pupils narrowed coldly as he took a brief breath, his eyes turning toward the space gradually revealing itself below the staircase.

The Grand Conference Hall.
The very place where Kale Heniatus, as Prince Nar, had once convened with the key figures of the Endable Kingdom, including the White Star.

Whoosh, whoosh.
Magical flames flickered to life in scattered places along the corridor leading to that chamber.

‘At least dozens.’

Anywhere from dozens to nearly a hundred figures were packed densely along the walls.
And their composition was—

-Bear Tribe! And Dark Knights too!

They consisted of humans alongside members of the Bear Tribe and Dark Knights.

-Each and every one is no trivial force. Of course, they’re weaker than my snort! But in any case, this is definitely where the White Star’s core forces have gathered!

Raon’s plump cheeks quivered as his eyes gleamed with intensity.
At that moment, Rosalind’s brow furrowed.

‘How do we approach?’

From what she had learned through Duke Fredo, the only path to the Grand Conference Hall was through that corridor.

‘Can all three of us slip through undetected?’

Despite their invisibility, the corridor ahead was densely occupied.
Even a small mistake could create a fatal opening.

In her field of vision, I caught sight of Rak looking at me.
Rak’s mouth opened slightly.

‘I should go and come back.’

He judged that it made sense for him to go, given that his body was the swiftest among them.
But Rosalind shook her head.

‘If someone must go, it should be me.’

Raon needed to remain in case of contingencies, and among them, she possessed the most experience to adapt fluidly to various situations.
Rak bit his lip at the intensity in Rosalind’s gaze.
That was when it happened.

Tap. Tap.
Two plump front paws tapped each of their shoulders once.

-Of course I am great!

It was Raon.
Raon pointed to a specific location for both of them.

-Rosalind, what room is above that Grand Conference Hall?

Could it be?
A glimmer of realization flickered across Rosalind’s eyes.
Raon proudly thrust out his plump belly and spoke.

-Let’s drill a small hole in that room’s floor! We should be able to do it secretly! And then we can look down!

That way, we would surely be able to see the scene inside the Grand Conference Hall.

Snicker.
Raon’s lips curled upward.

-We learned it from our human! Hehe!

Raon spoke with triumphant pride.

-And once we’ve gathered all the information, let’s blow through the ceiling! That way, we won’t have to waste time fighting our way through the corridors.

Leading with Rak, the three of them swiftly made their way back up to the upper floor.
Though they took a different route than the one they’d come by, Rosalind’s guidance allowed them to move quickly, and they soon reached the vicinity of what was presumed to be the room directly above the Grand Conference Hall.

‘…As expected.’

The room presumed to be above the Grand Conference Hall.
Unlike the other areas, its door stood wide open.
Inside, I could see several Knights and members of the Bear Tribe.
Rosalind slipped in discreetly.

‘They’ve been more thorough than I expected.’

Had this been the White Star’s usual approach, he wouldn’t have stationed soldiers this far back.

‘First, I’ll knock them out-‘

Rosalind’s thoughts were interrupted as she came to an abrupt halt.

Screech.
The door slammed shut, sealing the room off from the outside.

-I closed it!

It was Raon’s magic.

“What the-!”

The moment one of the Bear Tribe members opened his mouth, he was forced to collapse.
It was Rak’s handiwork.
The instant Rosalind saw this, crimson mana bloomed in her hands. Simultaneously, Raon moved as well.

Thud. Thump. Thud.
In the silent room.
A dozen or so Bear Tribe members and Knights fell limply to the floor in quick succession, unable to even properly open their mouths.

Ordinary Bear Tribe members and standard Knights—not powerhouses like the Bear King—could not withstand the sudden ambush of these three formidable beings.
And when only Raon, Rak, and Rosalind remained standing.

One of them was left conscious with only their mouth sealed!
“Now we can have a conversation.”
“Mmph, mmph!”

The Bear Tribe member with the sealed mouth glanced around nervously, their trembling eyes fixed on the fallen allies.
Cold sweat dripped down the Bear Tribe member’s face.

“Well, I’ll save my questions for later.”

Though no one was visible, a voice echoed through the air, and allies collapsed one after another.
They were undoubtedly from Kale Heniatus’s side. Invisible, bound at the mouth and limbs, there was nothing to do but tremble helplessly.

That was when it happened.

Screech.
Three holes began forming in the ground with a faint sound.
Tiny ones.
Holes no larger than a pinky finger.

‘What is that?! I need to report this quickly, quickly!’

Terrified, the Bear Tribe member gradually backed away from the three holes.

Thwack!
“Ugh!”

Something struck the back of their head.

“Stay still. Unless you want to die.”

At the cold, murderous voice of a woman, the Bear Tribe member froze completely.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Because the bodies of unconscious comrades were being casually hurled into the corner, piling up like a mountain.
But the problem was that the owner of such monstrous strength remained invisible.

“All done! As expected of the magnificent me—I made these holes so discreetly!”

At the cheerful child’s voice, the deadly woman’s voice and the bodies of comrades being hurled through the air all came to a halt.
The Bear King trembled even more violently at the situation, but it mattered little to Raon, Rosalind, and Rak.

Rosalind slowly bent down to peer into the hole Raon had created.
Beneath the small opening.

The Grand Conference Hall came into view.
In that moment, Rosalind heard the sound of someone beside her gasping in surprise.

“Gasp!”

Raon looked down below, then hurriedly lifted his head to stare at Rak.
But Rosalind did not react to it.

“…As expected.”

She simply furrowed her brow as she gazed downward.

The Grand Conference Hall.
Countless enemy forces were densely positioned throughout.
Warriors, swordsmen, archers, mages.
Core combat forces were stationed everywhere without exception.

‘The Bear King and the Lion King.’

Those two were visible as well.

And at the center of the conference hall.
There were eight statues.
They matched exactly the description Alberu had given.

One more thing, lastly.
Raon cried out while looking at Rak.

“Something’s wrong! Why are there children…!”

Upon the dais where the statues stood.
Young children with chains binding their hands and feet lay unconscious, gathered together.

“F-feels like the Wolf Tribe!”

At Raon’s startled exclamation, Rosalind shut her eyes tightly.

‘Raon is still young, so I didn’t tell him, but I should mention it to these two just in case.’

Rosalind recalled what Alberu had said.

‘Duke Fredo mentioned it to me.’

She noticed that even as Alberu spoke to me, his gaze was oddly fixed on Rak, who sat uncomfortably.
Through that, she realized Rak was the true subject of this story.

‘The White Star gathered seeds abandoned by the gods.’

The moment Alberu uttered those words, Rak’s gaze—which had been avoiding the Royal Court—turned toward Alberu.

Races abandoned by the gods.
The Wolf Tribe was one of them.
That was why potions from the Temple had no effect on them, and they were remarkably weak against objects imbued with divine power.

Vampires, Dark Elves, and so forth.
There existed gods who stood in opposition to certain races.
Those races were said to be abandoned or despised by their respective gods, and thus showed weakness against those gods’ sacred relics.

But few races were as utterly forsaken by all gods as the Wolf Tribe.

‘I heard from Kale Heniatus that once, the Dark attacked the Blue Werewolf Tribe. They slaughtered the adults and tried to abduct the children.’

For Rak, it was a memory he could never forget.
He had lost his entire family and all the villagers that day, with only about a dozen children, including Mess, managing to survive.
All thanks to Choi Han, Rosalind, and Kale Heniatus—and the other family members they had found.

‘And that attack wasn’t limited to just the Blue Werewolf Tribe; it happened to Wolf Tribes scattered throughout the East-West Continent. The White Star gathered those abandoned by the gods—especially the children.’

At those words, Rak’s complexion turned ashen.

‘Rak.’

Alberu grasped his shoulder firmly.
This was the first time Alberu had approached Rak so closely and spoken to him in this manner.

‘Rak, there are Wolf Tribe members who survived.’

In that instant, Rak felt a chill run down his spine and his mind sharpened.

‘Duke Fredo smuggled them out. He apparently managed to extract some of the “seeds” independently from the White Star. Roughly five tribes, I’m told.’

Even for Duke Fredo, anything beyond that would have been too much. Smuggling out five tribes was already at his limit.

‘Additionally, through Fredo’s manipulation of information, there are tribes that were never dispatched by the Dark at all. They’re all holding their breath and enduring. Once Duke Fredo contacts them, they’ll come directly to the Endable Kingdom.’

Rosalind lifted her head.
In her mind’s eye, she could still see Alberu speaking to Rak.

‘Even Duke Fredo doesn’t know exactly why they’re called “seeds.” However, there’s a hint that the High Priest knows something, so we can only speculate that it might be related to the statue.’

Rak’s image filled her pupils.
His clenched fists had turned pale white.
It was identical to how Rak had looked when facing Alberu in her memory.

‘I hope you’ll help rescue the Wolf Tribe children who were captured. You know the Wolf Tribe well, after all.’

And now.
Bluish-silver fur was sprouting from Rak’s hands.
A silent transformation fueled by rage.

Rosalind opened her mouth as she witnessed this.

“Statue located.”

When Raon turned his gaze toward Rosalind.

“Firing the signal flare.”

And.

“Immediately collapse the ceiling, infiltrate, steal the statue, and rescue the Wolf Tribe children.”

Raon immediately summoned black mana.
In place of his surprise, the dragon’s wrath began to coalesce slowly.

“I’ll break through the ceiling!”

When his blazing blue-green eyes fixed upon the floor below.
Raon could see Rak rising to his feet slowly.

“Young master Raon. I will break through it.”

Raon sensed a quiet yet turbulent surge of emotion emanating from Rak.

“Young master Raon, please protect the children.”

Rak’s finger pointed downward.

“I will erect a shield around that platform where the statue and the children are, blocking the enemies’ advance.”

Raon readily followed Rak’s words.

“Good! Rak, I’ll do as you say!”

Rosalind opened her mouth the moment their conversation ended.

“Then I’ll fire.”

Red mana gathered in both of Rosalind’s hands.

“Ugh, ugh!”

The Bear Tribe flinched again, startled by the red mana that seemed ready to explode.

“Tsk. What is this—”
“When did I lose focus!”

The moment black and red mana filled the eyes of the enemies who had regained their senses from the surging mana.

“Here we go.”

The massive werewolf’s fist came crashing down upon the floor.

Boom—!
A deafening roar echoed through the space, so tremendous that one might question whether Rak possessed such power.

Crack—
“The floor, the floor is breaking apart!”
“Ahhh!”

Just as those who had regained consciousness cried out in alarm about the appearing enemy.

Boom!
This time, the ceiling shattered and crimson flames erupted upward.
A brilliant signal flare shot out beyond the White Royal Castle and soared into the sky.

Thud! Crash!
The debris from the collapsed ceiling rained down throughout the Grand Conference Hall.
Yet it could not reach the platform where the statue and the children stood.

“My shield is the best!”

Raon’s black shield firmly enveloped the platform where the statue and children remained.

“Everyone, prepare for an attack!”

With someone among the enemies shouting, Rosalind descended slowly.
She had already dispelled her invisibility. A middle-aged man came into view before her eyes.
It was Lion King Dorf.

“So Kale Heniatus’s subordinate has come. You are the mage Rosalind, correct?”

However, there was one who touched ground before Rosalind and Raon.
He too had dispelled his invisibility.

Thud.
With a sound carrying considerable weight, the figure who descended straightened his massive form upright.

“You need not see her, nor need you know her name.”

Rak descended before Raon’s black shield.

“Today will be your last.”

He spoke those words while gazing at the Lion King and all the enemies within this vast Grand Conference Hall.
And he extended his hand.

A bracelet similar in shape to the white necklace hanging around Raon’s neck was wrapped around Rak’s arm.
A gift from Lord Sherit to her disciple, who was going forth to fight a great battle, to save his race.

Whiiiish—
The sound of wind swept through the air.
At that same moment, Rak moved both his arms.
Something materialized in his two hands.

Boom!
A colossal shield suddenly appeared and crashed down upon the floor of the Grand Conference Hall.
Rak and the shield.
They resembled a mountain.

“That’s right. Today is the end.”

And beside Rak, Rosalind descended with fluid grace.
She smiled faintly and whispered.

“Our allies will arrive.”

At that moment, one of the enemies who had lifted his head cried out.

“Th-the sky—the sun, the skulls—!”

Between night and morning.
In that brief dawn as it swiftly passed.

Through the ceiling torn open by the signal flare, white entities gathered around a blazing red signal that burned like the sun.
Bones.
Skulls.
And the black thread connecting all those skeletal monsters.

The moment they spotted that thread, the enemies thought of one person.

“…The Necromancer…!”

Skeletal monsters blanketed the sky.
At the point where that thread originated, a black skeletal wyvern gleamed with dark eyes.
And atop that skeletal wyvern stood the master of this skeletal monster army.

Merry.
It was her.
One of the allies who had come after seeing the signal flare.

Merry held a communication crystal in her hand.
She gazed downward.

A spear knight in black armor came into view.
The spear knight lifted his head and looked up at the sky.

Though his face was hidden behind his helmet, Merry immediately realized he was looking at her.
The communication crystal concealed within the spear knight’s armor.

The spear knight. Alberu’s mouth opened.
And his voice traveled through the communication crystal and reached the one in Merry’s hand with perfect clarity.

“Pull it up!”

Pull it up.
The moment Alberu shouted those words, he had to face the White Star’s blade hurtling toward him.

“These bastards!”

The White Star’s expression grew urgent.
He seemed to have grasped the identity of that skeletal flying monster army and the black thread.

Like a single massive, self-moving net—Merry’s creation.
What that net would pull up.
There was only one thing.

Hiss.
Alberu’s lips curled into a smile.
He shouted once more.

“I’m taking Kale Heniatus and that entire black sphere with me!”

It wasn’t just the statue we were after.
That black sphere containing Kale Heniatus.
We would claim that as well.
Whether it was created by the Sealed God or anything else, possession made it ours.

Why waste time fighting here, deep in enemy territory?
We’d extract what mattered and engage our forces where we held the advantage.

Merry’s mouth fell open.

“Understood. Excellent.”

In that instant, the black net surged forward alongside the legion of skeletal flying monsters toward the black sphere.

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