Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 613

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Chapter 129: Hello!

Kim Min-ah came to a halt the moment she reached the Tree Top Lookout.
Someone brushed past her.

“Are you alright?”

It was Bae Pureun.
Using Wind, he had reached Kale Heniatus first.
But he too stopped in his tracks, just as Kim Min-ah had.

“This… this state—”
“…Good heavens.”

Bae Pureun and Kim Min-ah were rendered speechless at the sight of Kale Heniatus—his entire upper body drenched in blood from his face down, his pale visage leaning helplessly against the tree trunk, his limbs trembling intermittently.

The gruesome state they had failed to notice from a distance now came into sharp focus.

“Rok-soo hyung.”

At that moment, a calm voice reached them.
Kim Min-ah and Bae Pureun could see Choi Han walking past them with composure, approaching Kale Heniatus.

The sight seemed strangely familiar.
Choi Han crouched beside Kale Heniatus, whom Choi Jung-soo was supporting from the side.

“…Rok-soo.”

Lee Soo-hyuk, who arrived next, called out to Kale Heniatus as though barely catching his breath.

“Damn it.”

Park Jin-tae followed behind, turned his head away upon witnessing the scene.
Yet he could not bring himself to leave.

Then Choi Han spoke calmly.

“You may have seen it, but the yellow monster escaped back underground the moment Rok-soo hyung’s Tree power ceased.”

Of course, Choi Han and Lee Soo-hyuk’s attacks, along with those of the others, had left him battered across his face—his eyes, fangs, and numerous other points bearing the brunt of their assault.

“I suspect they will launch another attack soon.”

At that moment, Kale Heniatus lifted his head.
His eyes gleamed distinctly through the strands of his hair, visible to all present.

“Wait.”

He closed his eyes again as he answered.
Just a moment.

“Be silent.”

Within his mind.
Jjangdol was speaking.

-You want to strike the Sealed God from behind?

Kim Rok-soo of this world answered.

-Yes. I want to do it properly.

Within Kale Heniatus’s mind, Kim Rok-soo of this world and Jjangdol were engaged in a three-way discussion with me.

-Hmm. Gods cannot be destroyed.
-…I see.

As Kim Rok-soo of this world muttered with evident displeasure, Jjangdol spoke up bluntly.

-But if you place another seal on the Sealed God—one that only the caster can undo—then it would never escape into this world again. Wouldn’t that count as striking it from behind?
-…An unbreakable seal? There exists a seal that would trap it eternally?

Jjangdol answered with perfect composure.

-Yes. If it’s a power that doesn’t exist in our world. And if it’s a power that can no longer be sustained by our world.

Jjangdol spoke to me.

-You have it, don’t you?

That’s right.
I do have it.
A unique power that doesn’t exist in the world where Kale Heniatus lives.
And a power that can no longer be unsealed, for there is no caster left to break the seal.

-Embrace.

It was the power Lee Soo-hyuk had given to Kim Rok-soo.
Whether tangible objects or intangible forces—the ability to contain anything that exists in this world and store it in a designated place.
A power bearing a name that belied its true nature.

Embrace.

Long ago, Lee Soo-hyuk had told Kale something.

‘That power is like dominion. You dominate the target, bind it, and hold it in the palm of your hand.’
‘…Isn’t that ferocity far too at odds with the name Embrace?’
‘Ah. Even such a power becomes an embrace if I use it for good. Don’t you think? I only use it for righteous purposes.’

Could I use that power even on a god?

-Not just any god. A Sealed God, right? In that sealed state, it should be possible.

Kale’s lips parted.

“Heh.”

I smiled with dried blood crusting my lips.

That’s right.
I use it only for righteous purposes too.

* * *

Bang! Bang!
The bullets targeted only one.

-This bullet is quite different from ordinary ammunition.
-Specifically, it converts the caster’s skill consumption—or rather, mana reserves, as you would call it here.
-That mana is automatically converted into the power of the Third Earth and transformed into bullet form.
-Convenient, isn’t it? No tedious casting required.

Boom—!

-I’ll simply draw mana continuously and use it.
-Fire away to your heart’s content!

Bang, bang! Crash!
The flaming sword and white bullets collided relentlessly, erupting in successive explosions.

Hiss.
Alberu’s lips curled upward.

“This is convenient.”

Crack, boom—!
Alberu’s gun barrel trained on White Star.

Eyes. Ankles. Head.
Nothing was off-limits.

-There will be automatic postural adjustments based on the target. Of course, all corrective functions operate within the range of basic to exceptional.
-Now then, let’s blow his head clean off!

“Kekeke.”

Had Raon witnessed it, he would have called it a villainous smile—the expression that bloomed across Alberu’s face.

Not a single shot found its mark on White Star.
The flaming sword had blocked them all.

Yet Alberu was exhilarated.

“Damn it all!”

White Star’s flaming sword cleaved through another white bullet.

Boom!
An explosion erupted in an instant. Yet the White Star had no time to concern himself with it.

“Am I not worth your attention?”

A weary voice reached his ears.
A curtain of water unfurled before him.

Splash—
And golden dust particles drummed against that barrier.

Crash, boom-boom-crash!
A chain of explosions detonated.
Already, the area surrounding the White Star was so shrouded in explosive smoke that visibility had become nearly impossible.

“At this rate—!”

There was no opening to advance toward the Necromancer, much less to shatter that dark net.
The moment I blocked the Ancient Dragon’s attack, that strange projectile would dart through the gap I created.

It carried a power I did not recognize—something I could not simply ignore.
Only after the projectile detonated did I sense mana’s essence drifting through the smoke, yet the form of this power was unlike anything I had encountered before.

Thus, I had to pay attention to each one.
Though not with overwhelming concern.

‘The power contained in each projectile is minimal.’

In a battle of this scale, it was the sort of force I could ignore once or twice.

The problem was that this ambiguous presence hurled them relentlessly, without pause.

‘Of all times—!’

And it targeted only vital points.

Eyes, head, ankles.
Always striking at vulnerable spots.
Yet if I defended with the water curtain, the Ancient Dragon’s follow-up attack became the true threat.

“Damn it!”

Yet what truly frustrated the White Star more than anything else was something different entirely.

‘Why won’t they fight me properly?’

Albert Crossman. And Erhafen.
Along with the Necromancer and skeletal monsters fleeing at an absurdly rapid pace.

None of them were fighting with their full strength.
The Necromancer was one thing, but that Albert Crossman and the Ancient Dragon were blatantly using only half-measures.

Too weak to be called their full power.
Yet strong enough to prevent me from eliminating both of them at once and pursuing the Necromancer.
Combined with surprise attacks using that white orb, arriving at unpredictable moments.

The White Star’s face beneath the mask contorted with fury.

“These insignificant insects!”

They were infuriatingly obstructive.

“Ah.”

Then Erhafen released a spear formed from golden dust, letting out a brief exclamation of admiration.
And then he displayed a benevolent smile.

“Correct. This is the battle strategy we’ve adopted. Harassing you.”

Erhafen openly declared harassment as their objective.

“Quite clever.”

He praised the White Star while laughing brightly.

“Cursed fool!”
Boom—!

The White Star blocked the golden spear with a barrier, then immediately shielded his neck with his sword.

Boom!
The white bullet exploded, creating a small detonation.
At the same moment, White Star’s face grew cold and composed. The anger vanished from his expression.
Erhafen paused his assault for a moment, observing him as his demeanor suddenly shifted to tranquility.

White Star opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you truly believe I lack the power to suppress all of you in a single strike, even while you hold back?”
“Hmm.”

Erhafen crossed his arms and answered the question.

“For that, you’d need to exert enough force to overturn this entire place, wouldn’t you?”

A sinister smile spread across his face.
White Star’s lips curled upward.

“Whether this place crumbles or not—do you think that matters to me?”

A tremendous aura began gathering around White Star.
If that energy coalesced and exploded, Endable would be reduced to rubble.
It was a power that seemed ready to steal the lives of the citizens of Endable Kingdom, who were now huddled in hiding, unable to greet the approaching dawn.
It was a force that seemed ready to snatch away the lives of the people of the Endable Kingdom, who were huddled and trembling in hiding, unable to greet the approaching morning sunlight.

Erhafen’s expression hardened and his mouth fell open.

“What?”
“What?”

Erhafen shrugged his shoulders.

“I saw the priest running away.”

White Star faltered at that word.
White Star faltered at that word.

“He fled very hastily and secretly. That must mean the priest has something to hide, right?”

The moment Necromancer Mary appeared, Priest Gersei hastily shifted his position.
Erhafen witnessed this.

“What? You’re destroying this place?”
“The Priest—!”

The White Star, about to speak urgently, closed his mouth.

‘If I had intended to capture the Priest, that Ancient Dragon wouldn’t have had the opportunity to emerge and fight me here.’

Then who was pursuing the departing Priest?
The White Star’s gaze shifted.
He looked downward.

Vicross and Bud were creating absolute chaos below.
That’s why he hadn’t grasped the situation.

“…The head of the Mollan Family!”

The head of the Mollan Family. Ron Mollan was nowhere to be seen.
Just moments ago, he had been attacking the White Star’s subordinates while concealing his presence. Now, there were no allies being attacked by him.

That meant Ron Mollan was not here.

And that was the truth.
Another communication crystal nestled within Alberu’s embrace.

-Currently in pursuit.

Gren Puff.
The Mercenary King Bud’s close friend and another supreme-tier Mage.
When Necromancer Mary made her appearance, he had secretly slipped away, now moving covertly as he followed someone’s trail.

And the one who had left that trail was.

Tap.
Hong, perched upon Ron’s shoulder.

Ron was not the only one who vanished from the battlefield.
Ron Mollan, masterful in concealment.
Three months prior, around the time Kale Heniatus had begun to be trapped within that black sphere, he had witnessed the siblings who came seeking me.

‘We want to learn more!’
‘We want to learn!’

On gazed at him with eyes as upright and resolute as Kale Heniatus’s own, while Hong flashed a bright smile beside her—the same radiance Kale Heniatus had worn in his youth.

‘Learn what?’

When Ron posed the question thus.

‘We’ll be good at it. You know that, Grandfather?’
‘Of course I know!’

On and Hong.
The two of them, observing Raon as he re-studied and researched existing magic, realized they too needed to grow further. And so they sought out someone who could teach them properly.

They needed to possess power similar to that of the Cat Tribe, understanding their nature as they did.
Beyond that, they required extensive knowledge of diverse forces, and they needed someone with abundant practical experience.
Furthermore, someone who understood young Hong and the growing On—their current state—and could teach them accordingly.

And finally, someone who could accept me and my power exactly as we are.

On found such a person.
And at last, after going in circles, they had returned to the beginning. There was only one person.

The one who had occasionally taught them before—at the Heniatus Mansion and at the Inn of Hope and Adventure.

‘You’ve only ever taught us a little at a time. We want to learn properly now. Teach us like you do the Mollan Family, Grandfather.’

Ron gazed at On and Hong for a long while.
Thoughts he had harbored from the day Kale Heniatus first brought these two, and from the moment he learned they were Cat Tribe, flickered through his mind.
Back then, he had never imagined their time together would stretch on like this.

Ron answered.

‘I want to learn like members of the Mollan Family, but it will be difficult.’
‘It’s fine! We can do it well!’
‘It’s fine!’

A cool smile played at the corners of Ron’s lips.
He spoke without hesitation.

‘I’ll teach you everything except assassination. I have no intention of teaching you assassination.’

At those words, On and Hong broke into grins.

‘We don’t want to learn that anyway!’
‘That’s right! I want to learn more about concealment!’

Three months passed like that.

Whoooosh—
With only the faintest whisper of wind, On followed Ron from behind with even greater stealth than before, while Hong left traces for Gren to discover.

Thump.
A small cat paw print was stamped onto the wall.
Laced with poison, anyone who touched that paw print would fall into slumber—except for Gren, who had consumed the antidote.

And finally, Ron. His gaze was fixed on one person.
Priest Gersei.

Priest Gersei was moving urgently toward somewhere.
It was a level higher than where the White Palace stood.
It was the district where the temples were located.

‘Is he heading to the Demon Temple?’

Ron recalled the geography of this place that he had learned through Alberu and moved toward where Priest Gersei was heading, toward where he was searching for something.

And once he found it.

‘I’ll make sure the White Star can’t use it properly.’

Ron gauged his plan in real time, adjusting for each unfolding development.
And as Priest Gersei’s pace quickened, Ron drew ever closer to him.

He considered the situation.

‘By now, they should have noticed my absence. Or perhaps our side informed them.’

That would make the White Star act more recklessly.
Ron’s eyes flashed with lethal intent.

And just as he predicted, the White Star had indeed noticed Ron’s absence.

“…Damn!”

The White Star’s body rushed frantically toward District 2, where the temples stood.
Priest Gersei was formidable. Ron Mollan was nothing—he could suppress him with ease, snuff out his life without hesitation.
But that wasn’t the problem.

Crack!
A bullet cut across the White Star’s path, blocking his advance.
His gaze snapped toward Alberu.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Alberu smirked.

Crack! Bang! Bang!
Bullets erupted in a torrent.

“You’re playing with me.”

The White Star deflected the bullets, then exhaled a heavy sigh.

“Hah.”

His gaze swept slowly across his surroundings.

Below was chaos, and explosions echoed from the Royal Palace.
And Ron was pursuing the Priest from behind.

“…The net has risen far away.”

The black sphere had already ascended far beyond the sinkhole.

“Ha, haha—”

A hollow laugh escaped from his lips.
In that moment, Alberu watched as multiple emotions vanished from the White Star’s face.

And he realized what remained was profound exhaustion.

“How did it come to this? Ha, haha—”

He muttered with a weary expression.

“But I can do anything again. No matter how long it takes.”

His pupils moved.
Alberu’s gaze collided with the White Star’s eyes.
They were eyes like mineral ore.
Just as Alberu felt a chill run down his spine from those eyes.
The White Star’s mouth opened.

“You made a mistake. And unlike me, you cannot gather up your mistakes again.”

That was when it happened.

-Crown Prince!

Raon’s urgent voice reached him.

-The statue won’t move when I try to steal it!

Alberu’s face crumpled.

-Should I break it? If something goes wrong while I’m breaking it, that won’t be good, right?

In that instant, Alberu saw it.
The White Star moving with sudden speed.

That direction was neither the Black Cult nor the Priest.
The Royal Palace.
He was heading there.

Alberu’s instincts screamed the truth.

‘That bastard. He’s going to retrieve the statue—no, to summon the monster!’

Whether the White Star took the statue, destroyed it, or used it for some other purpose, Alberu couldn’t know for certain.
Alberu could not know what the White Star would do.

But in the end, the picture that would unfold was clear.

The White Star intended to summon them.
White Star is trying to summon it.

“That’s the one thing I can’t allow!”

The problem isn’t Endable—it’s that a great catastrophe is about to befall the Eastern Continent!

“Crown Prince, but if I break this, will a monster jump out? I’m so torn!”

Alberu opened his mouth.

-Yes, Crown Prince!
“The statue isn’t moving, correct?”
-Right! One wrong touch and it’ll shatter!
“Then we carry it out intact!”
-…What?
“Huh?”

Regardless, Alberu pursued the rapidly advancing White Star, firing bullets in succession.
Regardless, Alberu followed behind the rapidly moving White Star and fired bullets.

Simultaneously, Erhafen cut off the White Star’s path.
But both Alberu and Erhafen sensed it from the White Star raising his sword.
But Alberu and Erhafen felt it from the White Star who raised his sword.

Now, White Star’s determination to fight without hesitation or restraint.

“Raon! Cut the altar itself with the statue attached from the floor! We’re taking the altar itself!”
-…Yes.

Raon answered quietly.

-Understood. An excellent idea.

The slightly elevated platform where Raon stood held eight statues and the Wolf Tribe Children.
A circular altar spanning several meters.
I decided to separate the entire thing from the floor and carry it away.
Even if it meant destroying the Grand Conference Hall’s floor in the process.
Of course, Alberu hadn’t meant something on that scale.

‘If the altar won’t separate, I’ll just lift the entire Royal Palace and carry it outside! Truly, I am magnificent!’

But that was Raon’s resolve.

-Crown Prince! Don’t worry! I’ll do this just like our human would!

Raon was reckless in a different way than the White Star.

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