Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 615

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“Catch them!”
“We must save the Priest! Fire your arrows!”
“Request reinforcements!”

There were those chasing after Ron, Gren, On, and Hong as they fled.
Priests who served the Demon Race and various others.

“Coat your arrows with dead mana and fire!”
“Climb onto the buildings! Pour dead mana over their heads!”

…This was troublesome.
Alberu understood why Ron had made such an urgent request.

From who knows where, the enemies had obtained the means to launch attacks using dead mana.
Dead mana was nothing short of a lethal poison to anyone except Dark Mages, Necromancers, Dark Elves, and the like.

‘This is certainly worth fleeing from.’

Alberu rapidly descended and approached Ron’s position.
In that moment, their eyes met.
Blink.
Even in this situation, he greeted me with ease.

‘Whether this is politeness or indifference, I cannot say.’

Either way, he was certainly not an ordinary human.

Meow meow meow!
Meow meow!

The Cat Tribe Children greeting us cheerfully were equally extraordinary.

“Gasp! Huff! Please, save us quickly!”

Gren’s desperate cry was the most ordinary reaction of all. Truly, the response befitting a friend of the Mercenary King Bud.

“I’ll take Ron Mollan and the children.”
“Yes.”

With Vicross’s brief acknowledgment, Alberu drew forth the unbreakable spear.
The elegant white gun still gleamed with its characteristic beauty.

Boom! Bang!

“Ugh! That weapon—!”
“It explodes! Take cover!”

Indeed, with so many Priests among them, their combat prowess fell short compared to the enemies I had faced in Zone 1 just moments before.
Alberu seized the moment as the enemies faltered in confusion and rushed toward Ron.

“Go.”
“Yes.”

Ron, carrying Priest Gersei, climbed onto the skeletal wyvern’s back.
Alberu extended one hand.

Tap. Tap-tap-tap.
On and Hong quickly scurried up his hand and arm, leaping into Alberu’s embrace.

“Huff. Huff! Me too—”

And Gren…

“Ack!”
“Be quiet.”

Vicross seized him by the scruff of his neck, placing him securely atop the skeletal wyvern.

“Hurry.”

Alberu moved swiftly, watching as Merry’s skeletal monsters held back the White Star.

“It seems they’ve discovered we’ve abducted the Priest.”

He saw the White Star’s gaze burning with such fury that flames seemed ready to burst forth at any moment, and he accelerated his pace.

Crash! Bang, crack!
“You damned rats—!”

With a single slash of the White Star’s blade, the skeleton monsters shattered helplessly.
But there were far too many of them.

Rumble, rumble—
The sky trembled.

Alberu watched as the sky wailed in response to one of the White Star’s Ancient Powers—the sky attribute—and a tremendous force surged through the heavens.

“As if wielding the sky’s power now will make any difference.”

A light scoff escaped him.
And he dismissed it without concern.
He had no choice but to.

The moment they broke free from the Sinkhole.

“Quickly, board the Airship!”

With Erhafen’s cry, a massive Airship materialized before Alberu’s eyes.
It was the Airship they had hidden in the nearby Forest.

The past.
Western Continent South. The Mogur Empire’s Airship that had invaded the capital of the Jungle region.
It had fallen into the hands of Rosalind and Erhafen, and after playing a significant role in the Mogur Empire, it revealed itself once more today.
Of course, this Airship was a more advanced form than those led by Bear King Sayehr and destroyed by Kale Heniatus.

“…Wasn’t it said that this would be stationed beside the Magic Tower—”

He recalled something Rosalind had once said and descended onto the Airship.

His companions.
And the Black Sphere where Kale Heniatus lay.
The Wolf Tribe Children.
Along with those who had been at the War God’s Sanctuary with Erhafen, including Vice High Priest Cotton, who had secretly escaped while rescuing Kale Heniatus.
Everyone boarded.

Excluding the Mercenary King and Gren on the Eastern Continent, Alberu and all the other companions had originally traveled to the Eastern Continent aboard this airship.
Of course, using teleportation magic.

Gren cried out, his voice trembling with astonishment.

“To inscribe a teleportation magic circle on an airship of such colossal proportions-!”

The highest-ranking mage could not conceal his shock.

Uuuuuung—
This airship, vibrating in response to mana, was itself a massive mobile platform.
And the captain of this mobile platform was.

“Gren, could you lend me your assistance?”

Rosalind.

“Yes, of course!”

Gren hurried toward the center of the magic circle.
There, the mana of Raon and Rosalind intertwined, radiating a crimson light.
Gren added his own mana beside theirs.
Since all three were of the highest rank, this level of coordination required no deliberate synchronization.

‘This is extraordinary.’

Yet Gren was simply astounded by the situation.

‘Just how much wealth was poured into this?’

Having remained on the Eastern Continent, he was seeing this airship for the first time.
Witnessing the hull lined throughout with highest-grade mana stones and countless expensive materials, he could only swallow repeatedly in awe.

‘…And most of all-‘

What truly astonished him was something else.

‘It can carry at least several hundred people.’

A massive teleportation magic circle capable of moving hundreds of people.
This much was equivalent to a legion-class force.
And the one controlling that teleportation magic circle was Rosalind.

‘If we load mages onto this later—!’

An unimaginable magical legion would be born.
She was the most promising future Tower Master to be newly born. Going forward, even if she would not be a kingdom’s ruler, she would possess military might comparable to one.

‘…Thank goodness she’s on our side.’

Gren genuinely thought so as he poured his mana forth.
At that moment, Rosalind opened her eyes, which had been closed until now.

Beneath the fully risen sun, wind blew and scattered her hair.
That wind was born from the vibrations caused by this enormous magic.
The very source of those vibrations.

Crack!
The moment the largest supreme-grade mana stone at the center of the magic circle fractured and shattered.

“First coordinate. Teleporting to the Mercenary Guild.”

With those simple words, the airship began its teleportation.

“These bastards—!”

Far in the distance, the White Star finally broke through the skeletal monsters and approached.
At that sight, the Ancient Dragon Erhafen, absorbed in the teleportation magic, let out a short sigh.

“Persistent, aren’t they.”

And dozens of golden arrows were fired at him.

“How bothersome.”

With a casual spell, he made the White Star falter.

On and Hong peeked their faces out over Alberu’s shoulder from within his embrace.

“Hello~”
“Hello to you too!”

With his front paws, he waved a friendly greeting toward the White Star.

“See you next time.”

With Erhafen’s final farewell, everyone vanished in a flash of teleportation magic.
That was not all.

The airship disappeared without a trace, as if it had never been in the Endable Kingdom.

* * *

And the place where they reappeared was.

“First coordinate reached.”

A forest.

“Is this the right place?”
“Precisely!”

Bud nodded brightly with a radiant smile at Rosalind’s question.

“There’s a Mercenary Guild shelter nearby, so we should disembark here.”

Bud and Gren.
The leader of the Mercenary Guild and his second-in-command had attacked the White Star today.

As such, from this moment onward, the upper echelons of the Mercenary Guild and their associates scattered across the entire Eastern Continent planned to hide in their own shelters.

“We appreciate your assistance.”

Vice High Priest Cotton. Cotton, who served the War God, was also planning to stay here with Bud.

“Please don’t mention it. Thanks to you, Vice High Priest, our Mercenary Guild members survived as well.”

At the War God’s Sanctuary where Erhafen stayed, there were a few members of the Mercenary Guild who had not managed to escape the Endable Kingdom in time.
Cotton waved his hand dismissively.

“I merely did what was necessary.”
“It was far from necessary.”

Bud shook hands with Cotton, wearing a smile befitting a proper leader.

“Farewell, Mercenary King!”

Yet soon after, Bud responded to Raon’s greeting with a playful smile before descending from the airship for the last time.

“Moving to the second coordinate.”

The second coordinate—their final destination.

Alberu closed his eyes as he listened to Rosalind’s words.
He felt his body gradually being teleported.

* * *

Whoooosh—!
The moment he sensed the brilliant light, Alberu opened his eyes.

“You made it?”

Lord Sherit.
She greeted the airship’s arrival.

Screeeech—screeeech—
One of the Western Continent’s mysteries.
The Dark Forest, located within the Heniatus Territory.
The moment they arrived there, the flying monsters shrieked in alarm at the airship’s appearance and soared into the sky.

Growwwl!
Screeeee, screeeeeee—
Listening carefully, one could hear the cries of mutant monsters scattered throughout—creatures rarely found on the Western Continent.

The heart of that forest.
The Black Castle revealed its dark silhouette proudly even beneath the brilliant sun.
And stationed there was Lord Sherit, who possessed the attribute of defense.

Alberu’s lips curved upward.

“This is perfect, just as I thought.”

There was no place safer for Kale Heniatus than this, no place more suited to meet the incoming enemies.
None at all.
He descended to the ground and surveyed his surroundings.

“Hmm!”

And his shoulders trembled slightly.

“Golden Dragon Grandpa! I’m going first!”
“Go ahead, little one. I’ll be next.”

Raon and Erhafen.

“I’ll do it too. I have a newly designed magic circle that proved quite effective.”
“I’ll take the final layer.”

Rosalind. And Lord Sherit.

“Hmm. Then I should add shamanic power as well.”

And Gashan too.
Kale lay flat within a translucent black sphere.
The moment that black sphere descended upon the Black Castle, those five surrounded it and began weaving various spells and shamanic rituals.

“…My.”

All of them cast considerable magic—primarily protective spells.

“I’m going to layer on offensive magic too! If anyone touches our human, we won’t let them off!”
“I’ve already done that.”

Along with various offensive spells.

“…Mm.”

Alberu pondered.

“…I don’t need to worry about Kale Heniatus’s safety.”

He exhaled a shallow sigh and turned his gaze away from the three Dragons, one Mage, and one Shaman.

“…!”
And he was taken aback.

Scrape. Scrape.
Vicross was sharpening his blade.
And beside him lay short swords already honed to a gleaming edge.
Vicross simply sharpened his sword while gazing at the unconscious Priest Gersei.

‘Hmm.’

Alberu swallowed his sigh at the sight.
He pretended not to notice that Vicross already had three layers of black gloves on his hands.

“Your Highness, you’ve arrived?”

When Ron offered a gentle smile, Alberu felt an inexplicable chill, but soon turned his gaze toward On and Hong.

“Please spread some mist around the castle.”
“Got it! Easy peasy!”
“I’ll spread some weak poison too!”

On and Hong nodded their heads with quite pleased expressions.
Their appearance was rather endearing, and a faint smile graced Alberu’s lips.

“Mm.”

But soon his expression hardened.

“I’ll be back soon!”
“We’ll be back!”

On and Hong bid farewell to the adults around them before departing into the forest, which had become like a front yard.
They each lifted a front paw.

Swish!
Slap!

They struck Priest Gersei’s cheeks once each, though he remained unconscious.

“Ugh… uhhh. Grr…”

Priest Gersei let out a groan, but On and Hong departed into the forest with movements as light as feathers.

‘It’s something I feel anew each time.’

Alberu observed it all and reflected.

‘Kale Heniatus certainly has gathered quite the unique group of companions.’

Alberu did not consider himself among them.
Thus, once he confirmed the others were occupied, he spoke to Ron Mollan in a hushed tone.

“Ron Mollan. Why did you flee?”

Ron’s gaze turned toward Alberu.
Creak.
Alberu’s golden hair and blue eyes, now visible without his helmet, came into view.
And those irises gleaming with an otherworldly light as well.

“What did you see?”

His voice was cool and composed as he spoke.

“I’d appreciate it if you told me.”

Beneath the radiant sun, he resembled the very light from the heavens above.
Ron’s lips parted.

“I witnessed dead mana being transformed. It appears to be the same sustenance that Raon mentioned was being supplied to the statues.”
“…Dead mana transformation?”

A flicker of intrigue crossed Alberu’s eyes.

* * *

I heard Jjangdol’s voice.

-Kale. Aren’t you feeling better now?

Yeah. I’m feeling considerably better now.
The pain that had been persisting in half my body suddenly diminished significantly.

‘Did they save me from over there?’

I realized that Alberu and the others had accomplished something, and with a noticeably brighter expression, I attempted to push myself upright.
I tried.

But someone gently pressed down on my shoulder, preventing me from rising.

“The commander will remain lying down. That is my repayment for my faith in you.”

Joo Ho-sik, with a fierce expression and wearing a tattered tank top, stared down at me with his eyes wide open. His eyes were so wide.
He opened his eyes so wide.

“It’s a bit scary.”

When Kale thought that way.

“No—”
“I trust you will, Commander.”
“I believe that will be the case, Commander.”

Kale closed his mouth and looked around at Joo Ho-sik’s calm yet somehow menacing tone of voice.

“Rok-su.”

But what’s visible is.

“We’re almost at the Shelter. Lie down. You understand, right? Yes, Rok-soo?”

Lee Soo-hyuk’s expressionless face exuded an even more ominous atmosphere, along with the silent Choi Han and their equally grim-faced companions.

“The Commander has arrived!”

At that moment, someone’s cry rang out.

Creeeeeak—!

The Shelter’s gate opened.
Kale Heniatus averted my gaze from the intense stares of countless eyes fixed upon me.
Then I opened my mouth.

“…Where did this mobile bed come from?”

No one answered.

Thump. Thump.
Choi Han simply pushed the head of the mobile bed where Kale lay quietly.

When the Yellow-Haired Monster had retreated after fleeing momentarily.
In that brief lull granted to us.

‘Move aside!’

Joo Ho-sik let out a roar-like cry as he vaulted over the city wall, retrieved the mobile bed, and charged toward Kale.
Then he spoke.

‘Let’s get you lying down.’

It was when Kale had discovered the ‘Embrace’ ability as a way to seal the Sealed God even more powerfully, and had found a method to strike a blow against the Sealed God.

But at Joo Ho-sik’s arrival and his single word, Kale quietly settled onto the bed.
And lying upon that bed, I was being moved into the city.

“I’m fine, really. Wouldn’t it be better to use this for those with more severe injuries?”

Kale murmured softly.

“Commander! Please don’t shake my faith. Understood?”
“Rok-soo.”
“Hey! You really—”
“…Rok-soo hyung! Come on!”

Multiple voices echoed around me.
The moment I heard Choi Han’s final “Come on!”

-Kale. Best to stay quiet.
-Right. Let’s just go.

I accepted the counsel of Jjangdol and this world’s Kim Rok-soo, closing my eyes quietly and surrendering myself to the bed.

And so I stepped back into the Shelter, drawing every eye upon me.

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