Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 639

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Chapter 134. Are You Afraid?

The moment the fog descended, the Royal Knight Captain cried out.

“Protect His Majesty!”

Simultaneously, his body bounded swiftly onto the Podium, rushing toward King Bakehe.
A sharp metallic ring.
Then, upon the Podium, the King—Bakehe, Seiz Academy’s greatest knight—drew his sword.

“Do not panic! Do not be afraid!”

At the commanding tone of his voice, the students and Academy personnel who had been bewildered within the fog instinctively turned their heads toward the Podium.

“…I can’t see!”
“The fog—!”

Yet the dense fog obscured not only the King upon the Podium, but even the people standing nearby could scarcely be seen.
Anyone could discern that this fog was no natural phenomenon.

Someone had attacked Seiz Academy!
And their target was unmistakably the King!

The citizens standing beyond the Main Gate gasped in horror as they watched the Plaza within the Academy become obscured by the encroaching fog.

“What, what is that?”
“What kind of fog—”

Bewildered by the sudden turn of events, the distant citizens fell into confusion, unable to comprehend what was unfolding.
In that moment, several voices cried out from various directions.

“Enemies have assaulted the Academy!”
“They’re targeting our Majesty for certain!”
“No! We must save His Majesty!”

Those words embedded themselves in the minds of the citizens.

“I am a knight!”

At that moment, King Bakehe’s voice rang out once more through the magical amplifier.

“I am Seiz’s greatest knight! The Sword Master! Believe in me!”

Ah.
Exclamations erupted from all around.

‘That’s right, our King is the Sword Master! The greatest knight!’
‘And the Royal Knight Order and Court Mages have arrived too!’
‘It will be resolved soon, very soon!’

The expressions of the Kingdom’s people and the Academy members trapped within the fog gradually stabilized. They believed that no one could possibly threaten their King.
Then, several figures in the Plaza quietly slipped away.
They were mercenaries from the Mercenary Guild—the very ones who had been crying out to save the King moments before.

“This is going to get messy.”

Witnessing their King defeated and abducted before their eyes—the mercenaries couldn’t even begin to imagine what the Kingdom’s people might do.
Then came King Bakehe’s cry.

“Attacker! Show yourself at once! Do not target my people—aim for me, aim for this body!”

A solemn cry that radiated his love for his subjects.
Simultaneously, an aura erupted from King Bakehe’s blade within the fog.

Whoosh!
The sky-blue aura that cleanly enveloped the sword shone brilliantly even through the fog.
That was the moment.

“Your Majesty! Ugh!”

The Knight Commander’s voice, mingled with a groan, fell silent.
Within the dense fog where not even an inch ahead could be seen.

From the sound alone, Bakehe understood that the Knight Commander had come under attack.

‘…The fact that even his faint groan can no longer be heard means…!’

Even the shallow groan of the Knight Commander who had been guarding closest to him had vanished.

‘…He’s dead.’

Bakehe’s lips trembled as his expression hardened under the relentless grip of his assailant.
Yet he remained ignorant of the truth.

Whoosh. Swish.
Ron, disguised as an academy janitor, gently stroked Hong as the creature leaped into his arms.
Before them lay the Knight Commander, sprawled unconscious from the sleeping poison.
The King knew nothing of this.

“Gasp. Huff!”

The Court Mage’s hands trembled as he stared at the arrow frozen precisely between his brows.
The pink arrow, infused with formidable mana, aimed at him with the promise that even the slightest movement would obliterate his skull.
When the strongest after the King found their limbs bound.
Bakehe’s brow furrowed deeply.

‘…Fog? Why?’

Why would fog descend upon this place of all locations?
Though the attacker remained unseen, the Fog Tribe dwelling in Nexus Mountain behind him came to mind unbidden.

‘No. They wouldn’t target me. We’re allies.’

An alliance bound by threads that could never be severed.
A relationship held together by mutual leverage—each side possessed the other’s secrets, making separation impossible.
Then what was this fog?

No enemy appeared.
Only silence prevailed.

Whoooosh—
In that instant, wind erupted.
A whirlwind descended upon the location.

“Hmph!”

Yet Bakehe showed no hesitation, drawing his blade toward the source of the wind.
He had already perceived the whirlwind’s trajectory.

Crash!
The collision with the black wind produced a sharp, deafening boom.
Bakehe lowered his sword, his brow furrowing deeply.

“…Magic?”

Neither the fog nor the wind felt natural—both bore the unmistakable marks of artifice, leaving no choice but to suspect sorcery.

“…Damn.”

Before him, dozens of dark magical arrows materialized, all trained upon his form.

“Hell!”

The curse escaped his lips even as Bakehe’s blade swept upward to meet the onslaught.
The arrows descended.

Boom! Crash! Bang-bang-bang!
Endless explosions erupted as his aura-infused sword clashed against the magical projectiles.

“Ugh!”

The mana woven into the magic was formidable—far more than he’d anticipated.
Bakehe’s brow creased involuntarily.
Then, a figure materialized before him.

“…So you’re the attacker?”

The newcomer’s brow furrowed with disdain.

“You? You dare address me as ‘you,’ a mere human king?”

The half-shaved assailant, bearing a savage and menacing countenance, revealed his face openly while gathering gray mana in his palm.
Bakehe found the sight peculiar.

‘…Why does he wield mana like a martial artist? Are those black arrows his doing?’

He heightened his vigilance against the enemy before him.
The opponent’s mana seemed equal to his own, or perhaps even greater.
At the same time, he felt reassured.

‘So that one is the ringleader.’

This ambush’s mastermind had to be that creature.
There was no way someone that powerful existed among the others.

“You arrogant human king bastard!”

Rashil, the half-shaved Dragon, wielded mana in his magic, but also deployed it like an aura—as a martial artist would.
The reason was simple.
He preferred striking with his bare hands.

Rashil immediately shot toward Bakehe.
Against the enemy’s attack brimming with tremendous force, Bakehe drew a sharp breath and leveled his sword.

“I’ll force you to kneel, human wretch!”

The charging enemy faltered.

“…I’ll stay quiet.”

Then, muttering in a deflated voice, he charged at Bakehe with even greater fury.
From that moment, it became close combat.

Boom! Crash!
Aura and mana collided, unleashing an unending barrage of thunderous sounds.

“Ugh!”

Bakehe’s pupils trembled involuntarily against the mana density so solid that his aura couldn’t cut through it.

‘…The martial artist’s skill is… extraordinary!’

Moreover, his fists and kicks, which seemed to rain down recklessly, left no openings. It made sense—these were the techniques Rashil had honed through three hundred years of brawling, having grown weary of magic.

Boom!
The fist and blade collided once more, their cross-sections meeting in a violent clash.
Crack.
The aura fractured slightly, and a portion shattered away.

‘I’m losing at this rate!’

Bakehe felt urgency surge through him.
Simultaneously, doubt crept in.

‘Aside from White Star, has anyone ever toyed with me like this?’

The moment suspicion deepened regarding the attacker’s identity.

Meooowww—
A cat’s cry echoed from somewhere nearby.
Bakehe flinched at the sound, but quickly steadied his resolve.

“…Lose? Never! I am the King of Seiz!”

Bakehe drew upon every ounce of remaining strength.
Whirrrrr—
The blade sang out with a tremendous surge of aura.
The swordsmanship passed down through generations of the Seiz Royal Family, infused with valiant spirit, traced an arc and descended upon Rashil.

“Haaah!”

Rashil, his expression troubled, attempted to intercept the blade with both fists.
Bakehe burst into laughter at the sight.

“Khehehehe! Now you’re frightened?”

Bakehe’s smile was already blooming anew—pleased that Rashil was no longer charging recklessly but instead defending with both hands against his valiant blade.

“What are you talking about?”

Yet the outcome defied his expectations.
Snap.
The blade, brimming with valiant aura, was seized by two hands suffused with grey mana.

‘Huh?’

Before Bakehe could even process what was happening, a faint sound came from behind him.
Tap.
The sound of someone landing on the ground.
The moment I sensed that subtle presence.

“Gack!”

He could see the black rope constricting his body.

“Mmph, mmph!”

And he saw the cloth bundle gagging his mouth.
His gaze dropped downward.

‘…What? No, an academy student?’

A red-haired boy who looked barely fifteen was grinning wickedly.

“Let’s drag him away.”
“…Got it.”

Crack!
The aura-infused sword separated from its hilt with pathetic ease, slipping from Bakehe’s grasp. Before he could react, Rashil seized him by the back of the neck.
Simultaneously, the fog began to dissipate.
With his mouth gagged, Bakehe shook his head frantically.

‘No! This can’t happen!’

If the fog lifted, his shameful state would be exposed. A great king could never be seen like this.
Bakehe’s concern for his kingdom’s people had already vanished from his mind.
Of course, it had never truly been there in the first place.

“Mmph, mmph!”

Struggling, he was suddenly dragged by his collar right in front of Rashil’s face.

“Shut up, you human king bastard.”

In that instant, Bakehe froze.
As he drew closer, he caught sight of pupils that suddenly split vertically in a long, deliberate tear.

Magic that even the Court Mages could not counter.
And the formidable mana and skill that treated him, a Sword Master, with such casual ease.
There were few beings of such caliber, and aside from the White Star, he could think of only one other.
This creature before him, whom he had called a human, was no human at all.

‘…A Dragon!’

A thin smile spread across Rashil’s face.

“Now do you understand? Who am I?”

At that moment, the Young Prince beside him approached Bakehe and spoke.

“We have gathered to prevent those who would sow chaos across the East-West Continent alongside the White Star.”

Bakehe recalled how Rashil could not utter a single word to this Young Prince.
It was unmistakably the demeanor of one addressing a superior.
What being would a Dragon regard as superior?

‘…Another Dragon!’

Yes, it could be nothing else but another Dragon.

“The kingdoms of the Eastern Continent conspire with the White Star to bring chaos to the East-West Continent, or so I have heard.”

The Young Prince exuded an air of nobility and grace.
More draconic than Rashil, he naturally revealed himself as a sovereign.

“We could not stand idle and watch such treachery unfold. Did you truly believe you could commit such acts and live?”

The fog gradually dispersed.
Bakehe could now make out the figures of people emerging, yet his gaze remained fixed upon the Young Prince.
The Young Prince drew closer and whispered near his ear.

“So long as you continue this alliance, your future shall be nothing but chaos, destruction, and despair.”

When the Young Prince turned his gaze toward Rashil, Rashil growled out his words.

“I speak on behalf of the dragons, so listen well, human.”

The Young Prince, Kale Heniatus, nodded his head.

‘Since I’m not a dragon, Rashil should speak as our representative.’

However, Bakehe found Kale Heniatus, who merely nodded, to appear far more dignified, and watching him, he thought.

‘Because of what the White Star was trying to do, the dragons have begun to gather!’

Dragons were far too powerful.
They made light work of Bakehe, a Sword Master.

‘If there were multiple dragons like that…!’

Could I possibly survive?
Should I maintain this alliance?
Though Bakehe knew of the White Star’s strength, the direct display of power felt far more terrifying.
At that moment, as the fog cleared somewhat, Kale Heniatus opened his mouth.

“Then let me show you an example.”

…An example?
Bakehe felt puzzled, but soon found his answer.
Nexus Mountain.
The Young Prince’s eyes were directed toward that place.
The Young Prince drew out a flute.

Wheeeeee—-

With a piercing sound, the Young Prince moved at tremendous speed.
Following behind, Rashil seized Bakehe by the collar and pursued.

“Wait, the King is over there!”
“I’m being kidnapped!”

Screams erupted from the mouths of those whose vision had returned.

“The Knight Commander…! Vice-Captain, what should we do?”
“What do you mean what! Chase that attacker at once! We must save His Majesty!”

The Vice-Captain understood that even if he threw himself at the force that had kidnapped the Sword Master King, victory would be difficult. Yet the King had to be saved.

‘Our benefactor! The Late King!’

He was the most revered King to the Knights and the great figure who would advance Seiz Academy even further.

“Your Majesty!”
“Good heavens!”
“No, we must save our King!”

The fog dissipated, revealing the shocking sight of King Bakehe being dragged away in the grip of the enemies.
The chaos of the Kingdom citizens gathered outside the Main Gate intensified.
Then, someone cried out.

“His Majesty is being dragged toward Nexus Mountain!”

The sacred Nexus Mountain and the virtuous, mighty Late King.
The attackers dared to head toward the sacred mountain where the Kingdom citizens could never set foot.

“Let us save him! The enemies are few in number!”

The enemies truly were few.
Those wearing masks or dressed in academy uniforms or staff clothing numbered fewer than ten.

“Yes, we must save him!”
“First, first! Let us block their path!”
“Ahhhhh!”

The people began rushing toward the sacred mountain—a place they would never have set foot upon under any other circumstance.
Of course, the Knights, Soldiers, and Mages were already pursuing the attackers.
They could not allow the enemies to reach Nexus Mountain.

That was when it happened.
When all eyes were focused on the scene.

Meow—
A child dressed in school uniform transformed into a Red Cat.
It was On, her fur dyed red by Raon’s dyeing magic.
And she conjured up a veil of mist.

“…The Cat-Human Race!”

The people immediately understood.
That there was a Cat-Human among the attackers.

“Ugh!”

And the one most shocked by this sight was King Bakehe.
Even as he was dragged away, the sight of himself being taken to Nexus Mountain alongside the Cat-Human Race caused him to convulse as if seized by a fit.

‘I know it…!’

Bakehe’s mind went blank.

‘These dragons know I’ve formed an alliance with the Cat-Human Race! That’s why they’re taking me hostage and bringing people to Nexus Mountain…!’

The situation that would unfold ahead painted itself vividly in Bakehe’s mind.
As he recalled what would be exposed at Nexus Mountain, his face drained of all color.

“Nexus Mountain, then.”

And the moment Kale Heniatus set foot at the entrance to Nexus Mountain.
Several individuals, caught off guard by the sudden situation just as the people of Seiz Academy were, failed to conceal themselves in time.

Even for a secretive race like the Cat-Human, if someone suddenly stormed a location that absolutely had to remain hidden, evacuation became impossible.

“What is this—!”
“Damn it, did you contact the Tribal Chief?”
“For now, hide!”

The Cat-Human Race, consumed by chaos.
Kale Heniatus smiled at the pandemonium unfolding before and behind him.
And he raised his hand toward the Cat-Human.

“We’ve captured the King! Hold back the enemies pursuing us! We’re taking the King with us!”

As if greeting a welcome ally, Kale Heniatus waved his hand toward the Cat Tribe Soldiers.
Then he whispered to the ashen-faced Bakehe.

“You’re troubled because White Star is strong, aren’t you? But here’s the thing.”

Kale Heniatus spoke with amusement threading through his voice.

“We’re far more terrifying.”

Fear transcended mere dread across Bakehe’s face.
But unfortunately for him, Kale Heniatus was only just beginning.

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