Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 632

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‘Do you regret it?’

The Half-Shaved Dragon in pajamas didn’t appreciate how the human before him spoke in casual speech despite his gentle smile.
However, the situation wasn’t favorable enough to bring it up.

-It’s been so long since I’ve seen such an arrogant young dragon. It reminds me of my youth.

The platinum-haired dragon was concentrating a murderous aura solely upon him.

-If you touch our human, I’ll destroy you! I’ll destroy the whole world!
“The seething darkness within me will not leave you unscathed!”

Dragons whose voices suggested they were still young spouted utter nonsense.

-How about you stop?

Not quite as intense as the platinum-haired dragon, but a gentle yet formidable aura poured down upon him alone. It was an aura revealed after the pink curly-haired figure appeared.

When the Half-Shaved Dragon realized the hostility from four dragons was directed at him, he could not act recklessly.
Moreover, there was that existence called the ‘Dragon Lord’—which surely no longer existed.

Kale Heniatus extended his hand and gently tapped the pajama dragon’s shoulder before speaking.

“You must have a lot to say?”
“…How dare you speak to me in such a disrespectful manner—”
-Where does this young brat get off acting so cocky? You haven’t even lived half as long as me. Shouldn’t you be the one coming before me to show respect?
-If you touch our human, we won’t let it slide!
“Our Shield Prince is such an amazing hero! If you don’t know, don’t speak! Go to a bookstore and read something! You idiot!”

…He couldn’t manage to say anything properly.
The gray mana surrounding the pajama dragon had already dissipated.
For some reason, both his anger and his will to fight had vanished.
He was simply tired.

Regardless, Kale Heniatus casually gestured toward Dodori.

“Dodori.”
“Huh?”

Dodori quickly set down her bow and approached Kale Heniatus.
The Royal Court personnel around them watched the scene unfold.

Kale Heniatus’s people had appeared suddenly.
In their wake, the enemy’s momentum had abruptly diminished, and Kale Heniatus treated them with a gentle smile and surprising familiarity.
The situation seemed to be resolving itself rapidly.
Though I couldn’t discern how things were flowing, one thing was certain.
The Vice-Knight Commander muttered it aloud.

“…The Royal Palace’s protective barrier can withstand even top-tier magic.”

Yet that very barrier had just been pierced by the pajama-clad dragon and the pink-haired archer.
Was the barrier inadequate? Or were these newly arrived individuals exceptionally powerful?
Regardless of the answer, the Roun Magic Corps was guaranteed overtime starting today.

“Why did you call me?”

Dodori stood directly beside Kale Heniatus, gazing up at him.
Kale Heniatus grinned widely and pointed to the pajama-clad dragon.

“Let’s take this one with us.”
“Oh, sure!”

Without the slightest hesitation, Dodori nodded in agreement.

“For this body to be dragged away by such a mere child—!”

The pajama-clad dragon flinched upon meeting Dodori’s gaze.
Dodori examined the dragon from head to toe with an eerie gleam in her eyes.

“…At last, I too witness a scene from the tales of heroes. Though novels and reality differ, it’s true that any proper hero must keep an arrogant and haughty dragon by their side. And inevitably, such a dragon becomes enlightened by humanity, transforming into a thoughtful and warm-hearted creature. Hehehehe.”

…What’s wrong with her?
The pajama-clad dragon felt sweat trickling down as he sensed something akin to madness in her gaze.
Yet he could not open his mouth to speak again.

“I’ll do it.”

Erhafen approached alongside Choi Han and stood next to the pajama-clad dragon.
Dodori swallowed hard upon seeing Erhafen draw near.
There was an undeniable gravitas emanating from this dragon.

-Pink dragon! This is our golden dragon grandfather! He’s very kind and wonderful!

Dodori heard Raon’s cheerful voice, but she hesitated nervously, uncertain what to do. The Erhafen before her was a dragon difficult to approach.
Erhafen, observing me and the tense Dodori, offered a gentle smile entirely different from the one he’d shown the pajama-clad dragon.

“Child, I shall handle this, so step back. And there’s no need to be nervous.”
“…As expected.”
“Hmm?”

Erhafen tilted his ear toward Dodori’s murmur, and her solemn whisper reached his hearing.

“…As expected, behind an unparalleled hero in this world stands a powerful ally. I’ve gained yet another piece of information today. Indeed, coming here was the right choice. I, Dodori, truly am an excellent judge of character.”

Erhafen’s expression grew bitter, and his gaze turned toward Kale.

-Unfortunate fellow.

Kale shrugged at Erhafen’s voice echoing in his mind, his expression suggesting he had no idea what was so unfortunate.
Erhafen found that expression even more pitiful.

‘Just as Raon said—he removes the cliff entirely to drill a hole through it. No wonder he drags along such a trail of complications.’

He lifted his gaze toward the sky.

“What if we brought the children along with us?”

Among the dragons present here, the one with the second-strongest power after myself.
Certainly not a dragon I had ordinarily known and interacted with.
Yet surely the very being that had become the reason Kale summoned me here last night.
I called forth from the earth a being with a grave presence entirely different from that arrogant dragon who dared lay hands on Kale’s limbs.

“Mm.”

Kale swallowed hard as he watched a figure descend from the sky.

“Oh.”

A small exclamation escaped Choi Han’s lips. For some reason, Kale felt a chill run down his spine at the glimmer in Choi Han’s eyes.

-Human! It’s the farmer dragon!

Just as Raon said, Dodori’s Mother with her beige braided hair wore work clothes stained with dirt here and there.
She was also wearing boots, and dried mud clung to them as well.
And most of all.

-Human! It’s a sickle!

She was holding a sickle in her hand.
It seemed she had come straight from her morning work. It was clear that Dodori had hurried her here.

Dodori’s Mother with her bronze-toned skin approached Kale with long, purposeful strides the moment her feet touched the ground.

“I’m Mila. I’d like to have a conversation in a quiet place.”

Her voice, accompanied by a smile brimming with freshness, was warm yet elegant.

“I too have wished to speak with you, madam.”

Kale Heniatus showed the Dragon the courtesy that befitted a sensible dragon.

“Ha!”

The pajama-wearing dragon clicked her tongue at such courteous behavior, but no one paid her any mind. Mila, Dodori’s Mother, stood to the right of the pajama-wearing dragon. For reference, Erhafen stood to the left.
Mila and Erhafen’s eyes met.
Mila and Erhafen’s eyes met.

“It’s been a while.”

She was certainly not a dragon he had been in contact with all this time.
It was clearly not the Dragon that Erhafen had been in contact with all this time.

“First, let’s go somewhere quiet.”

However, he held his tongue and asked nothing for now, as Kale Heniatus had begun to move.
Erhafen walked behind Kale Heniatus and glanced back.

“Aren’t you coming?”

An irritated gaze turned toward the pajama-clad dragon.
Erhafen and Mila—both dragons simply walked forward without dragging the pajama-clad dragon along.

“…Sigh.”

Yet the pajama-clad dragon sighed and took a step forward. He lacked the audacity to flee from those two dragons.
That would be death, after all.

Walking between Erhafen and Mila.
That alone was sufficient restraint.

‘…But this beige dragon seems rather weak.’

Though he appeared to have more experience than myself, the aura he possessed was gentle. If I unleashed my own ferocious and aggressive power, I could overcome such a difference in strength through opposing elemental properties.
The pajama-clad dragon watched for an opportunity to escape.
He had no intention of accepting such treatment without retaliation.

‘…I will repay this humiliation!’

The pajama-clad dragon’s piercing gaze fixed upon Kale Heniatus’s back as he led the way.
Yet he remained unaware.
He did not know that four dragons and Choi Han were quietly observing him staring at Kale Heniatus with such fierce eyes.
Only Kale Heniatus was oblivious to this deadly moment.

Creak—
A door swung open, revealing a room within.

“This room should serve well for our conversation.”

The Head Servant guided Kale Heniatus’s group to a room that was both conveniently close and quiet enough for discussion.

“This room is equipped with soundproofing magic, so no conversation will leak outside.”

The Head Servant had discerned what Kale Heniatus desired with perceptive tact.

“Thank you, Head Servant.”
“Not at all, young master!”

The Head Servant’s eyes gleamed as he watched Kale Heniatus suppress the madman who had burst in wearing pajamas and barefoot with merely a few words.

“If you need anything at all, please let me know. I’ll have a few servants standing by outside.”
“Thank you. Would you kindly inform the Crown Prince that I am here?”
“Of course. Then I shall take my leave. Please enjoy your conversation.”

The Head Servant departed with a warm smile, closing the door behind him as Kale Heniatus and his companions remained in the room.
Creak, click!
The room was now separated from the outside world.

In that moment, Erhafen’s gaze turned toward Mila.

“Do you know me?”

Kale Heniatus observed the exchange with keen interest.
Mila seemed to know Erhafen quite well, but it appeared Erhafen did not know her.

Mila’s lips parted.

“Let’s send the children out first.”

Kale Heniatus’s brow furrowed.
Sending the children out meant the conversation ahead would be quite heavy.

“Choi Han.”
“Understood.”

Choi Han approached Raon, who had dispelled his invisibility, and Dodori beside him.

“Dodori, why don’t you go to the adjacent room and have some cookies? Raon—”
“Got it! I’m going to eat cookies!”
“…How disappointing, how truly disappointing. Yet I, Dodori, cannot refuse Mother’s words.”

The delighted Raon and the reluctant Dodori followed Choi Han to the adjacent room. The servants outside would guide them naturally.

“Now only adults remain.”

Kale Heniatus opened his mouth as he settled onto the sofa.
Erhafen and Mila followed suit, each taking a separate sofa.
The Young Dragon in pajamas trailed after them.

“Don’t sit.”

But at Erhafen’s single word, the Young Dragon in pajamas had to freeze. Just as the scratched fur above his eyes seemed ready to explode, Mila opened her mouth.

“…On the day the typhoon raged. I witnessed a two-against-one fight.”
“…Ah….”

In that instant, a deep sigh escaped from Erhafen’s lips. Kale could see the Ancient Dragon’s expression contorting.

“I was young back then.”

Mila recalled the distant memory.
Yet it was so vivid that it felt like yesterday even now.

The day the typhoon raged.
Wind and rain swept everything around, threatening to carry it all away.
At that time. Two dragons fought against one dragon.

“You were probably around a hundred years old then, and you were around three hundred, weren’t you?”
“Mm.”

Erhafen covered his face with both hands.
Mila spoke in a wistful voice.

“That was the first time I learned that I could get beaten to dust on a typhoon day.”
“Ahem. Hmm!”

Erhafen avoided Kale’s gaze.

“You fought with such spirited enthusiasm. Not using mana at all, just with your bare hands and feet, so vigorously.”
“…I don’t… I don’t remember.”

At Erhafen’s barely uttered words, Mila shook her head.

“That can’t be. You still remember the words you said before leaving, right after that fight.”

Mila recited the words that Erhafen had uttered at that moment.

“You damn brats, if you flap your mouths one more time, I’ll beat you until every hair on your head turns to dust—”
“S-stop that!”

In the end, Erhafen covered Mila’s mouth.

“Were you that young dragon from back then?”

At his question, Mila nodded calmly.

“That’s right. I was hiding in the bushes, watching. You ignored me completely, didn’t you? Even though you clearly knew who I was.”
“Whether you were hiding or not had nothing to do with me.”

Now Erhafen could recall where he had seen Mila.
It was during that time when he was searching for those who ignored the dust attribute, going on his little adventure.
He searched his memory.

“Hmm. Those two deserved to be beaten to dust.”

The dragon in pajamas flinched.
Regardless, Erhafen expressed his curiosity while looking at Mila.

“But Mila, why were you there on that harsh day when the typhoon was raging? You seemed to be hiding without moving an inch?”

Mila answered calmly.

“To assassinate those two.”

Kale’s shoulders flinched.
The dragon in pajamas’ pupils trembled slightly.
Erhafen opened his mouth again.

“…What do you mean by that?”
“One of those dragons was being so arrogant that I got annoyed and went to drill holes in their legs. They ignored and tormented me so much, saying I was young and had weak attributes. Such foolish creatures deserve to suffer a great blow.”

Only then did Erhafen nod as if he understood.

“Ah, I thought you were actually trying to assassinate them. Those bastards certainly deserved it—tormenting a Young Dragon like that. I should have beaten them harder.”
“I don’t kill them. I merely make their lives difficult. I don’t carelessly take lives. Life is precious.”
“I see. So you just watched and then left?”

Mila slowly shook her head.

“After you left, they called me a worthless dragon. So I put holes in both their cheeks. And holes through both their legs as well.”

Erhafen’s mouth fell silent as if words had abandoned him.
This time, Kale’s pupils trembled.
The pajama dragon found his legs shaking involuntarily.
Mila smiled at the three of them.

“I’m joking. It’s just a joke.”

…That doesn’t sound like a joke at all.
Kale swallowed his words while glancing at the dirt-stained, worn scythe gripped in Mila’s hand.
It felt as though a dragon with a far more terrifying power had arrived—more frightening than the pajama dragon, more frightening than Dodori.
He wanted to change the subject quickly, so he looked at the pajama dragon.

“What is your name?”
“Why should I tell a lowlife like you my—”

The pajama dragon received the murderous glint from Erhafen’s eyes and the gentle gaze from Mila’s eyes.
He envisioned himself being battered to dust in a typhoon, holes drilled through his legs.
A chill ran through him.

‘…I’m terrified.’

He had never seen such insane dragons before.
Strangely, he felt sorrowful.
In the end, the pajama dragon opened his mouth with a face on the verge of tears.

“…My name is Rashil.”

Kale gestured to Rashil with a gentle smile.

“This must be difficult for you. Please, have a seat. Would you like a warm cup of tea?”

Rashil found that the words coming from this audacious human somehow felt warm to his ears.
It was as though a hint of sorrow was being gently washed away.

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