Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 611

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“…That….”

Though more than half of the White Star’s face was obscured, his expression was laid bare for all to see.

“You’re carrying that around? Now?”

His face had moved beyond mere bewilderment into outright exasperation.
And toward him, a white spear was leveled.
The spear’s wielder spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Yeah. Right now. Right in front of your eyes.”
“…Ha!”
“Why? Is there a problem?”

Alberu’s head tilted to one side in a quizzical gesture, though his helmet concealed the motion.

-He certainly has a way with words, doesn’t he?

Tae-rang’s observation was spot on.

Snort.
But Alberu let out a derisive laugh.

‘Really, there’s no reason it can’t work, is there?’

The black orb of a Sealed God?
If I steal it, what—will I incur the god’s wrath?

‘So what if I do?’

I’ll simply crush that wrath as well.
I’m already prepared to strike even a god from behind—what’s the anger of some deity compared to that? I’ll just smash through it.

‘It’s far better than staying here to protect Kale Heniatus while we struggle in this desperate battle.’

I’d have to guard that black orb for an entire day, no less.
Why would I exhaust myself fighting in enemy territory just to protect the black orb in such circumstances?

‘What if someone gets hurt in the process?’

Without Kale Heniatus and Choi Han present, Alberu found it burdensome to charge forward at full strength and face the White Star directly right now.

‘I stepped forward as a brother, not as the Crown Prince, or so I claimed.’

Yet he remained Alberu Crossman. The Crown Prince of Roun.

Surely, the moment he appeared, someone among the White Star’s subordinates would have reported to the other kingdoms of the Eastern Continent that the Crown Prince of Roun was invading the Endable Kingdom.

And those Eastern Continent kingdoms allied with Endable, upon receiving that information, would make some gesture in response.
Whether that meant sending reinforcements to Endable or applying pressure to Roun.

‘So it’s a race against time.’

Just as this side faced a time constraint, so did the other side.

‘The longer we hold out here, the worse our position becomes. The longer they hold out here, the more they gain.’

So it would be better to simply grab everyone and leave.

‘To Roun on the Western Continent.’

That was a place where Crown Prince Alberu Crossman could hold an advantage over the White Star without even fighting—a place where he became the stronger one.

‘But to abandon that and fight here instead?’

Why?
Why struggle unnecessarily?
To keep everyone alive, we need to reach safety first.

Of course, Kale himself shared the same thinking.

‘Huh. My younger brother and I align so well on these matters.’

That’s precisely why I hate the thought of leaving him unemployed later.
I wanted to keep him by my side, to leave him as a minister or Grand General.

‘But I suppose I’ll have to let him be idle.’

What a lucky bastard. Can’t I do at least that much?
That was when it happened.

Crash!

The White Royal Castle, punctured by signal flares.
White light erupted from that location, shooting skyward.
And black energy followed in its wake.

‘That is—!’

Alberu’s brow furrowed.

Undoubtedly, the light and darkness wielded by the Lion King and the Bear King.
Those two forces surged toward Merry’s skeletal flying squadron and the black threads.

A thin smile crossed his lips.
Even so, Alberu’s mouth curved upward.

Soaring light and darkness.

“I anticipated this.”

Merry’s robes fluttered.
In that instant, instead of a net to snare the black sphere, a new densely woven web of dead mana appeared, rising like a shield to meet the ascending light and darkness.

As if to suppress that light and darkness from above, the dead mana net descended.

Alberu knew how formidable that seemingly fragile net truly was.

‘She said it rivaled Choi Han.’

A Necromancer with a near-fifty percent win rate across ten battles against Choi Han.
Simply because the proper environment for combat had never been established until now—she was a warrior stronger than anyone.

‘That’s what Kale Heniatus said.’

Kale had insisted that Merry must fight alongside him in the large-scale battle against the White Star and the Eastern Continent.

‘And the Necromancer wanted it too.’

A fight.
They had prepared for it over three months.

Of course, Merry alone was insufficient to face both the Lion King and the Bear King.
That densely woven net shield would not be able to withstand both their powers.

But Alberu knew.
Another powerhouse was only now beginning to exert their strength.

Crash—!

The net shield. And in that moment when light and darkness collided.
A crimson beam of light surged upward from below, catching Alberu’s eye.

Like fire itself. No—like a brilliant sun, it surged upward, attacking the light and darkness from below with that magnificent power.

‘…Rosalind!’

It was Rosalind’s power.

Crackle—!
The black net shield was torn asunder.
The brilliant crimson mana vanished as well.

But the light and darkness had already collided with the forces pressing down simultaneously from above and below, and they too dissipated.

“I’m reeling them in again.”

Thus, Merry’s skeletal flying squadron and the net smoothly approached the black sphere, closing in with speed.

And the Bear King inside the White Royal Castle was watching this unfold.

“Quite the interesting scheme you’ve concocted.”

The Bear King Sayehr’s gaze, spilling words as if grinding them between his teeth, turned toward Rosalind.

Swish.
At that moment, the blast’s shockwave tore away Rosalind’s robe hood.

Whoosh—
As the hood fell away, a necklace hanging around her neck came into view.
A large, absurdly comical necklace—as if children had playfully strung together an enormous candy.

Yet the expressions of those who saw it hardened instantly.
Especially the Black Mages who had been waiting in position.

“That… that insane—!”
“Magic stones—! How is she wearing such supreme-grade magic stones like that—!”

What hung from that ridiculous necklace instead of candy were all supreme-grade magic stones.
And not just any supreme-grade stones—ones selected as premium specimens, brimming with luminous mana.

Rosalind drew an elegant smile.
Alberu had mentioned it yesterday.

‘Kale said something like, “What’s the point of saving them? Might as well use them.” …Quite irreverent of him.’
‘But he had a point. Using them seemed better than hoarding them.’

She caressed her beloved accessory—the supreme-grade magic stone necklace—and spoke with refined dignity.

“With the Roun Royal Family’s support, I can fight without worrying about resources.”

In truth, it was Alberu’s personal fortune.
Emergency funds, he had called them.
So then.

“I should make proper use of it, shouldn’t I?”

Light suddenly shot toward her.

“I’ll silence that mouth of yours!”

It was Sayehr’s arrow of light.
But immediately, a shadow fell over Rosalind.
It was Rak.

“Not a chance.”

Crash!
A massive shield materialized before her, intercepting the light.

Whoooosh—
Where the brief explosion had dissipated, white smoke curled from the colossal shield, yet not a single scratch marred its surface.
It was a magical shield crafted by Lord Sherit for defense.

And the werewolf wielding that shield was already charging at Bear King Sayehr.

Boom. Boom. Boom.
With each step he took, the ground trembled.
Given his already enormous frame combined with the massive shield, it was only natural.

“Get back! I’ll handle this one.”

Sayehr roared, and the enemy forces swiftly retreated.

“Ugh! The strength—”
“Fall back! Don’t collide with it!”

Of course, some had already been sent flying by the shield.
The force behind it bordered on superhuman.

Yet Rak focused solely on Sayehr, paying no mind to anything else.

‘Power surges through me.’

Of course, I was acutely aware of the peculiar surge of strength coursing through my body.

Was it growth from my training with Lord Sherit all this time?
Or was it the fury born from the question of why the Wolf Tribe had to endure such suffering?

Or perhaps the desperation that came from the resolve to save everyone?

Unable to answer even for myself, I found Rosalind’s soft whisper from moments before—during that brief explosion—echoing in my mind.

‘Pretend to fight, then retreat. Got it?’

I understand.

‘What matters is saving them.’

Of course I understand that well.

‘And the backstab. You know what I mean?’

I understand it perfectly, and I like it.
It was a strategy that felt as though Kale Heniatus was right beside me even though he wasn’t.

A glance.
Rak saw brilliant crimson mana, burning like flames, surging toward the Lion King.
A middle-aged man—Dorf was stepping forward as if to face Rosalind.
Rosalind, watching his approach, spoke bluntly.

“So you use dark spirits? Hmm. Well, let’s give it a try.”

She’s truly my sister.
Rak felt laughter threatening to escape at Rosalind’s composed voice.
But he couldn’t laugh.

Crash! Boom! Crash!
Each of them had taken on the Bear King and the Lion King, but there were other powerful beings present in this place.
Countless ones.

“Destroy the black shield! That’s our top priority!”

A knight mounted on a black horse.
The Black Knight, Count Hubesa.

The Elderly Dark Elf who had departed to encircle the Black Castle in the Dark Forest—a woman who had claimed the title of count alongside Count Mok.

She pointed at the black shield and shouted ceaselessly, and countless attacks were already pouring toward it.

Crash! Bang! Boom!
Rak’s brow furrowed.
No matter that Raon was a dragon, the relentless barrage of attacks continued.

‘Can Raon handle that situation?’

The doubt had barely crossed Rak’s mind when—

-Rosalind, Rak! Can you see me? I am indeed a magnificent Dragon! My shield is just as strong as our human’s! Hehe! First, I’ll create a teleportation circle to move the children, and then I’ll steal the statue!

At those carefree words—spoken in a tone reminiscent of someone else—Rak couldn’t help but laugh.
And he became certain.

‘They’ll all manage just fine.’

Rak also thought of his other comrades fighting outside the Royal Palace.

And among those other comrades, one in particular—

A sharp grin spread across his face.
Alberu watched the White Star pass by him with a deep smile.
The attack hadn’t been directed at him.

“Seems you’re in a hurry?”
“I’ve grown tired of playing with the likes of you!”

At his words, the White Star’s face twisted in fury as he kicked off the ground.

A blazing whoosh—
Rising into the air, he swung his flaming sword.
Fire erupted from the blade like a boomerang, hurtling forward.
Its target was naturally Merry.

“I’ll block it.”

A tremendous crash!
The Black Wyvern’s tail collided with the fire boomerang.
Crack. Snap.
A significant portion of the tail bones shattered and fell away.

A sharp grin.
Just as the White Star’s lips curled upward at the sight—
Merry’s hand emerged from beneath her robe. A hand traced with black lines as if drawn by a brush. Her thumb and index finger collided without hesitation.

Snap!
With that sharp sound, figures began to emerge from the Endable Kingdom sinkhole.

“There are more of them.”

The flightless black skeletal wyverns positioned themselves on the ground, their heads lowered as they prepared to beat their wings.
They regarded the White Star as prey they could hunt at any moment.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll just destroy them.”

The White Star did not wipe the smile from his lips.
His flaming sword slashed through the air in all directions.

Whoosh!
Dozens of fire boomerangs materialized in an instant, rushing toward the net from all sides.

“Hmm!”

Merry immediately sent the black skeletal wyverns into flight to intercept the fire boomerangs.

“Kekeke.”

The White Star sneered at this and twisted his body mid-air, charging toward the black sphere enveloped in Erhafen’s golden shield.
His eyes moved keenly, searching for Erhafen’s position that had been invisible since moments ago, and his feet carried him swiftly toward Kale Heniatus.

‘It doesn’t matter where the Ancient Dragon is.’

Crunch.
His grip tightened on the sword in his hand.
A resolve radiated from him—as if he would cleave through that shield and black sphere at any moment.

“…It will become difficult, but even if I must abandon my plan—”

I will.

“Kill Kale Heniatus.”
“Who gave you permission?”

Albert Crossman’s voice rang out from below.

Hehehehe.
The White Star laughed as he responded.

“As I please.”

If I unleashed my full power, Albert Crossman stood no chance against me.
There was no reason to concern myself with him.

“Hmm. You shouldn’t ignore me, you know?”

I heard Alberu’s words again but dismissed them.
They weren’t worth my attention, and I had more pressing matters.
Without hesitation or doubt, my body surged toward the black sphere.
I remained vigilant only against a surprise attack from the Ancient Dragon Erhafen.

Yes, that was it.
And yet.

“Kugh!”

A sharp cry tore from my lips.
My gaze snapped downward.
Precisely at my right foot.

Clatter—!

A white chain coiled around my ankle, gripping it with crushing force.
As if it meant to strangle and obliterate me.

“Where did—!”

Where did such an attack come from—!
I sensed neither mana nor any presence whatsoever!

Following the chain downward, I beheld a black helmet.
And in the hands of that black armor, a white spear.

Whoooosh—
A white spear.
The tip of the spear split open, and white chains burst forth from within.

-Finally, you’re using me.

Tae-rang’s voice remained emotionless, yet somehow it seemed to carry a note of joy.
Tae-rang spoke to Alberu.

-An unbreakable spear. I shall now show you the perfect form of the first of three special abilities: ‘Universal Weapon’.
-Crown Prince Albert Crossman.
-You can now, if you so wish, wield any weapon that exists not in this world, but in the Third Earth.

Alberu pulled the spear taut.
The chains grew tighter, binding the White Star’s ankle and rendering him immobile.

-You understand, don’t you?
-That a human without weaknesses will always prevail.
-An unranked weapon. This EX-grade unbreakable spear shall make you a warrior without weakness.

With each word from Tae-rang, Alberu’s lips curved upward.
He yanked the White Star’s ankle—the one looking down at me—and spoke with a casual flick of his tongue.

“As if I’d let you have your way.”

What nonsense was that supposed to be?
Even if it were.

“I’ll do things my way.”

Had Raon witnessed it, he would have called the smile that Albert Crossman wore truly wicked.

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