Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 640

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It was not overwhelming power alone that inspired fear.
Sometimes, a small scheme that demolished years of meticulous planning proved far more terrifying than raw strength.
And when that small scheme came from Kale Heniatus, the equation changed entirely.

“…Impossible!”
“No! Not on Nexus Mountain!”

The Knights leading the charge to rescue the King could not hide their shock.
Within the mist that drew near.
Unknown enemies had positioned themselves on that sacred mountain, steeped in the legend of the First King.

“You bastards!”
“How dare you set foot on Nexus Mountain and abduct His Majesty?!”

This was no mere appearance of enemies—it was an insult to the Sezes Kingdom itself.
The Vice-Captain, currently commanding two Knight Orders, glanced at the still-unconscious Knight Commander before raising his voice.

“Alert the Royal Court! Tell them to send reinforcements faster!”
The Vice-Captain’s gaze turned toward the King.

“Mmph, mmph!”

The King struggled desperately to break free, his eyes fixed on the Vice-Captain with desperate longing.
The Vice-Captain understood his meaning and issued orders to the Mage holding the communication crystal.

“Sound the alarm! This is an attack on us—war itself!”

Those who had touched the King and Nexus Mountain.
He glared at the abductors and the enemies gradually emerging from the mist, his voice grinding like stone.

“I will tear every last one of you to shreds! Do not underestimate Sezes, the nation of great Knights!”

Boom!
With that, the Knights as one stomped their feet and drew their blades.
As panic faded, the valor befitting the nation of Knights bloomed anew.

‘…That bastard!’

But for King Bakehe, it was enough to drive him mad with frustration.

‘Why of all times did the Knight Commander and the Royal Court’s greatest Mage have to lose consciousness…!’

Those two were the King’s right and left hands, subordinates who had been coordinating with the White Star all along.
But now that they were out of commission, those who knew nothing of the schemes with the White Star were following him to Nexus Mountain.

‘…If, if what happened on Nexus Mountain is revealed…!’

Bakehe considered that nothing short of annihilation.
The Cat Tribe Soldiers shared this sentiment entirely.

“Who are those bastards?”
“Damn it! Where’s the Tribal Chief? When is he arriving?”

The Cat Tribe Soldiers standing guard at the entrance to Nexus Mountain couldn’t hide their bewilderment.
They were utterly flustered and disoriented.
And most troublingly, those who had kidnapped the King.

“Who in the hells are they?”
“This is insane!”

Watching Kale’s group—some masked, some not—all the Cat Tribe Soldiers looked ready to explode with panic.
Then, they approached rapidly in this direction.

“Damn it! Why are they coming here?”

The lips of Kale, who stood at the head of the group referred to as “they,” parted open.

“Straight to the center!”

The Cat Tribe Soldiers were engulfed in chaos as Kale’s group charged forward without hesitation.

“Squad Leader! Should we attack? What? Should we block them?!”
“I don’t know either! Just, just—!”

Without even time to respond, Kale stepped into the mountain—into the Cat Tribe’s territory—where not even a small palisade stood.

“Th-those bastards have taken His Majesty to Nexus Mountain!”
“We march to Nexus Mountain! We will protect His Majesty and this sacred land!”

The Vice-Captain and the people of the Sezes Kingdom erupted in fury, and the Squad Leader overseeing the perimeter had no choice but to cry out as Knights, Soldiers, and Kingdom citizens surged past them toward the mountain.

“W-we are your allies! We did not kidnap His Majesty!”

The Sezes side naturally dismissed such words as meaningless drivel, their rage only intensifying.

“Are you trying to insult us further!”
“Kill those wretches!”
“Sezes will be protected by us! We are the people of the Knights’ Kingdom!”

Finally, the Sezes Knights Order stepped into Nexus Mountain, into the mist.
The Squad Leader, witnessing this, made his decision at last.

“…Damn it! Hold the line! This position cannot fall! Use whatever means necessary!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Understood!”

With those words, the Cat Tribe Soldiers melted into the mist.
Whether Knights came or anyone else, the Cat Tribe was supreme within the fog.

“We pursue them! Sound the emergency alarm!”

The Squad Leader, accompanied by his strongest subordinates, gave chase after Kale Heniatus.
At the same moment, an eerie sound echoed across all of Nexus Mountain.

Screeeee! Screee! Screee!
As something wailed in anguish, the mist blanketing Nexus Mountain grew denser still.

“Damn it! If the mist grows any thicker—!”

The Kingdom citizens trailing at the rear faltered as the thickening fog engulfed them, forced to stop in their tracks.
They found themselves circling around Nexus Mountain, stamping their feet in frustration.

“Let’s go.”

Among the crowds, a considerable number of elderly men and middle-aged men discreetly slipped into the mist shrouding Nexus Mountain.
The moment they entered the fog, their appearances transformed.
They had changed into black clothing.

The eldest among them raised his hand.

“You remember the Family Head’s orders, don’t you?”

Within the mist, only the Cat Tribe Soldiers were not strong.
The Molan Family.
Among them, those with the most experience had slipped into Nexus Mountain.

They were survivors from when the Eastern Continent’s underworld was destroyed by the White Star’s Dark faction, and in terms of stealth, they had reached a level that the younger generation could never catch up to.

The elite among the Molan Family’s elite.

Though they now dealt in information and sought to step into the light, most of them possessed their own superior assassination techniques that rivaled anyone’s. Today, they had drawn upon those techniques once more.
The eldest spoke again.
The oldest person opened their mouth again.

“This matter involves the disciples of the Lord of the House.”

When Ron said he would teach On and Hong, those gathered beneath the Molan Family understood.
When Ron said he would teach On and Hong, the people who gathered under Mollan realized it.

“Those two boys will become Mollan’s future.”

Ron, Vicross, On, and Hong didn’t say that either, nor was it something on their minds. But those affiliated with Mollan thought otherwise.

‘The Family Head’s essence is being inherited by those two children.’
‘And they’re learning it without the assassination techniques.’
“And you’ll learn that too, except for assassination techniques.”

That is why they came to this place, dragging their aged bodies at Ron’s call.

“Our job is to ensure that the children who will lead Mollan in the future live openly and righteously, conducting themselves with integrity.”

The keen blade had been stained with countless drops of blood.
Countless blood had flowed past the cold, glimmering blade.

“Let’s go.”

As always, no one answered the Elderly Man’s words. Yet one by one, the Molan Family’s elite dispersed into the mist.
And there was another group seeping into this fog.

“The Vampires once saved our comrades!”

It was the Mercenary Guild.
Even if only partially, Duke Fredo had once done his utmost to save a Ranger Unit member of the Mercenary Guild.

That surviving Ranger Unit member.
Bud’s elite had now seeped into this mountain.

“Now it’s our turn!”

While Kale drew their attention.
The Cat Tribe Soldiers worried about the Sezes Kingdom forces, but the true powers that would bring them down were silently infiltrating the mountain.

Screeeee— screee—
Amid the alarm bells ringing across the entire mountain, another new legend of Sezes was beginning to unfold.
And at the center of that legend.

“Ugh, argh, ugh!”

Bakehe groaned incessantly.
Being dragged by Rashil’s grip on his collar felt like death itself.

Smack!
“Gasp!”

Yet Rashil’s other hand struck the back of his head.

“Silence.”
“…!”

Bakehe swallowed his groans at the dragon’s sharp warning.

“Catch them! Reinforcements will arrive soon! Move faster!”
“Yes!”
“Yes!”

The Squad Leader chased after them from behind.
It wasn’t just the Squad Leader.

-Human! Cat Tribe Soldiers are gathering from all directions!

The red-haired boy in the form of Prince Nar—Kale Heniatus—listened intently to the information Raon was relaying while pressing forward without hesitation.
Whoosh—
The Voice of Wind swirled around his ankles, keeping his pace unrelenting.

“This way!”

Because On had shown him the path.
Within the fog created by the Fog Tribe, On nimbly discerned the way and led all of us at the front.
Ron and Vicross flanked her protectively.
Of course, Hong nestled safely in Ron’s arms.

The destination was the mountain peak.
Duke Fredo had told Kale, who insisted on going to rescue them.

‘At the very summit of Stone Mountain lies the entrance to the prison where the hostages are held. The entrance and exit are there alone.’
‘Nexus Mountain is hollow inside.’
‘Within it are nothing but countless prisons like ant colonies.’
‘…And hell itself.’

Kale recalled the information Duke Fredo had given him and accelerated further.

-Cat Tribe Soldiers are closing in from the three o’clock direction as well!

Cat Tribe Soldiers were converging on him from all sides.
But there was no need for concern.

“There, an intruder—cough!”
“Ugh!”

Boom! Crash!
Pink arrows streaked through the air with a deafening roar.
Crafted from highly concentrated mana, the arrows systematically blocked the Cat Tribe Soldiers’ path, allowing Kale Heniatus to sprint forward unimpeded.

-Human, Dodori will handle this place herself. Don’t waste your strength on unnecessary things!

Another Dragon, Dodori, unleashed a relentless barrage of suppressing arrows as a magical archer against the enemies.
Dodori’s Mother, Mila, had said this.

‘Dodori alone is enough. I’ve trained her so she won’t lose anywhere.’

Thanks to that, Kale Heniatus had no need to stop.

Tap!
I finally stepped into an area completely devoid of stone.
This meant I had reached the midpoint of Stone Mountain, and just a bit further would be the very summit.
But the path leading to the midpoint of Stone Mountain.

“Finally, we meet face to face.”

Someone stood blocking my path.

The Cat Tribe Chief.
The very one who had fought before Sherit’s Light Castle, the current leader of the Fog Tribe.
Behind him, unmistakably powerful Cat Tribe Soldiers were revealing themselves.

“Ugh, ugh!”

King Bakehe struggled again, and the Tribal Chief glanced at him once with a cold expression before shifting his gaze elsewhere.
It was On, standing at the very front.
Despite her fur being dyed red by Raon’s magic, the Tribal Chief recognized On instantly.

On too gazed at the Tribal Chief with calm eyes.
The Tribal Chief’s mouth opened.

“…So it was someone, but dirty bloodline it is.”

Dirty bloodline.
The moment those words were uttered, the Cat Tribe Soldiers stirred with agitation.

“Runaway vermin?”
“Ha! As expected, the inferior creatures only bring harm to the Cat Tribe!”
“…I thought those mutants were supposed to be attached to Kale Heniatus?”

The Tribal Chief dismissed the murmuring with a scoff.

“I wondered who was causing trouble, but it turns out to be Kale Heniatus’s subordinates.”

Though Kale Heniatus was nowhere to be seen, the Tribal Chief realized his subordinates were responsible and twisted his smile into something darker.
Then, On opened her mouth.

“How did you recognize me?”

Her voice was calm and measured.

“Y-you! How dare a mutant speak informally to the Tribal Chief! Such insolence!”
“Of course she has no manners—she doesn’t even understand hierarchy!”

But On simply ignored the murmuring.
These were words she’d always heard while abandoned and watched within the Fog Tribe.
The Tribal Chief looked at the composed On and spoke.

“I could never forget those filthy eyes.”

On and Hong—the only two who possessed eyes that gleamed with golden light.
Eyes that resembled the former Tribal Chief’s.

“Ha.”

That was when it happened.
A sigh escaped from someone.
The red-haired boy, whom the Tribal Chief had paid no attention to, stared at him with a crooked expression.
The boy, Kale, was deeply irritated by the Tribal Chief’s constant use of the word “filthy.”

“Hey, Tribal Chief. I’d appreciate it if you’d shut that filthy mouth of yours before I tear it apart.”
“…What?”

He started to respond, but froze when he saw the enemy’s face.
Despite the dyed hair.

‘…Prince Nar!’

The son of Duke Fredo, who had fled.
That wretch whose whereabouts had been unknown, the one we’d been searching for.
It was then that a strange fervor ignited in the Tribal Chief’s eyes.

“No!”

A voice trembling with emotion rang out.

“I’m not filthy! Neither is my sister!”

Hong cried out, shaking violently.
He broke free from Ron’s embrace and stood beside On, baring his fangs.
On hesitated and extended a foreleg as if to calm him, but Hong refused to relent, his fury blazing forth.

“Ha!”

The Tribal Chief exhaled a sigh of exasperation at the sight.
The last time he’d seen this pitiful creature, it had cowered behind its sister in fear—and now it dared bare its teeth at him!
At that moment, the Tribal Chief burst into hearty laughter.

“Kahahaha!”

It was far too pathetic.

“Why do you laugh so?”

Behind the Cat Tribe Soldiers, an unexpected figure emerged.

“Hmm.”

My brow furrowed.
A gaunt, hollow-cheeked middle-aged man materialized from the mist.

‘…Lion King Dorf.’

It was Lion King Dorf.
Other Lion Tribe members were visible behind him.
Nexus Mountain was not home to the Cat Tribe alone. That was why the Cat Tribe Chief could remain so composed.

“Kill them right now.”

When Dorf spoke, the Tribal Chief raised his hand.

“Just let me say one thing first.”

The Cat Tribe Chief looked at On and Hong.

“Before you die, I’ll tell you one truth.”

He thought he might as well reveal the truth to these insignificant creatures.

“Do you know why your bloodline is so filthy and inferior? Aren’t you curious why you’re called mutants?”

For a moment, On and Hong froze.
Since the earliest days they could remember, they had been called mutants and heard every conceivable insult about being dirty and inferior.

“You all…”

Watching the Tribal Chief’s mouth open, listening to the words that would pour forth, On felt an inexplicable dread—as though hearing what came next would be a mistake she could never undo.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her heart pounded with anxiety.
Then the Tribal Chief looked directly at her and smiled.
And he spoke.

“You can never achieve Berserk Transformation for your entire lives.”

Beast-humans incapable of Berserk Transformation.
In that instant, Ron and Vicross, along with the others, faltered at those words.
But they were not shaken as profoundly as On and Hong.

“That’s also why your father was stripped of his position as Tribal Chief.”

One step.
The Tribal Chief took a step toward On and Hong.

“When a beast-human undergoes berserk transformation, they gain the true power of their race. But what you two possess right now is the limit of your abilities.”

Another step forward.
The Tribal Chief approached.

“You two inherited inferior blood from your father.”

The current Tribal Chief’s eyes, blazing with madness as he thought of the former Tribal Chief, poured their gaze onto On and Hong.
Yet another step.

“Beast-humans incapable of berserk transformation—defective creatures. Can such things truly be called beast-humans?”

The Tribal Chief’s massive shadow loomed toward On and Hong.

“…Ugh….”

Hong instinctively tried to retreat.

Beast-humans incapable of berserk transformation.
Hong recalled words he and On had once spoken to Sir Rex, a knight of the Mogur Empire.

Sir Rex.
The one who became Mogur’s new leader with the aid of the Sun God Cult siblings and Kale’s faction.
He was a Cat-Human and an adult, yet he had not undergone berserk transformation.
The words On and Hong had said to him.

‘Since he couldn’t undergo his first berserk transformation, he’s an adult in age but still a child!’
‘That’s right! If a Cat-Human can’t berserk, they’re a child! Just like us!’

Rex was unaware of Cat-Human nature and simply hadn’t undergone berserk transformation yet.
But On and Hong had said he was different from such a Rex.

‘…Unable to berserk for life?’

Impossible bloodline?
Truly, truly.
A mutation after all.

Hong had no choice but to step back.
The moment Hong’s hind leg was about to take a step backward.

“You’re spouting nonsense about inferiority.”

A blunt voice, dripping with exasperation, cut through the air.

“Oh!”

At the same moment, Hong felt arms embracing me.
And soon after, I could feel a rough yet warm hand stroking Hong’s back as I held him close.

On turned her head to look at Kale Heniatus, not the Tribal Chief.
Leaning on one leg, Kale Heniatus stroked Hong while speaking.

“Inferiority? What nonsense. I don’t understand why you keep spouting such filth from that disgusting mouth of yours.”

Whoooosh—
At the same time, black mana surged, and Raon appeared right beside On.
Raon’s face was filled with rage as he opened his mouth.

“Do you want to die? I, I—”

Raon hesitated for a moment, then looked at On and Hong before turning his gaze back to the Tribal Chief.

“If you touch my sister and brother, I won’t let it slide. I’ll destroy everything.”

His voice was calm yet filled with fury.
Swiftly, Raon’s body positioned itself in front of On.
In that moment, On and Hong could see Kale Heniatus nodding calmly.

“Yes.”

Kale Heniatus’s steady voice resonated.

“If anyone touches my children, we destroy them all.”

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