Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 647

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‘Three statues remain. The first and the eighth.’

And in Kale Heniatus’s hand was the seventh-ranked monster statue.

‘The seventh and eighth statues must be destroyed!’

The two strongest ones.
Moreover, Kale had never faced them before, so he possessed no data on them whatsoever.
In that brief moment, countless thoughts raced through my mind. Yet with each step forward, scorching breath escaped my lips, choking my ability to breathe.
My senses seemed to drift away one by one, growing distant and hazy.

“Ugh.”

Yet Kale moved forward.
Because witnessing how absurdly easily the second statue had shattered filled me with an ominous premonition.

Crack—
The seventh statue in his hand began to crack more severely. Through the fissures, crimson smoke poured forth—a color that evoked thick, congealed blood.

One step.
Every detail of the current situation was imprinted upon Kale’s eyes as he advanced.
The second-ranked monster statue lay shattered across the floor. The statue that had been tinted gray had reverted to its original color and rolled across the ground.
No strange-colored smoke flowed from the cracks anymore.

Crunch.
Kale stepped over the statue and continued forward.

His gaze turned toward the eighth statue.
Toward the strongest of the unranked monsters.

“Haah. Huff.”

My breathing grew ragged.
Immediately after using Instant, my brain was overloaded—I had no capacity left for recording, for embracing, for concentration.
Unlike the other statues, the eighth statue emanated a sacred white light through its cracks.
It was a light I felt I had seen before, and precisely because of that, fear welled up within me.

That’s right.
I had merely glimpsed the white light flowing forth, yet my heart thundered with inexplicable intensity.

“Gasp, huff.”

I raised both hands high.
My entire body trembled.
The eighth statue. I couldn’t fathom how much time had elapsed reaching this point. To me, it felt as though eons had passed, yet to others, it would be but an instant.

-Kale! Your body right now—
-I can only use the vitality of my heart! The moment I use anything else, the moment! Ugh, I don’t know!
-…This is bad. The vessel! Kale, don’t use the Ancient Powers or any other ability! At this rate, the vessel won’t just break—it’ll melt away!
-You madman! Why are you using such power! Do you want to die?

The Ancient Powers couldn’t hide their panic, their voices erupting in screams.
Yet even those cries felt infinitely distant to me.
Hummmmm—a vibration resonated in my ears, signaling an abnormal state.

Crack.
The seventh statue clasped in my hands moved toward the eighth.
That was when it happened.

“You madman! Stop!”

I sensed the brilliant light rushing toward me. Immediately, I unfurled my shield.

-Kale! Don’t use the Ancient Powers anymore!
Boom!

Jjangdol’s trembling voice and the deafening roar reached me faintly.
I turned my head.
From the direction where the light spear had been hurled, Sayehr was rushing toward me with a demonic expression, his voice a primal roar.

“Block them!”
“Aaaah! Kill him!”

From all sides surrounding the Circular Altar, countless enemies—the Bear Tribe, Dark, and others—closed in to end my life.
Yet none of them matched the fury of Sayehr alone.

“I will kill you and you alone!”

How was it possible?
Sayehr could not comprehend how Kale Heniatus had reached the Altar in such a brief span of time. It seemed as though, in that fleeting instant, only Kale Heniatus walked through a different temporal stream.
And then, as a statue shattered in Kale Heniatus’s grasp.

Fear seized him.
Kale Heniatus terrified me for the first time.

A terror more potent than rage drove Sayehr to charge forward, intent on slaying Kale.
Sayehr gripped a spear of light in his hand and swung his arm toward Kale Heniatus, who merely stood there, covered in countless wounds and exhaustion—that madman.

Crash!
“…This dragon bastard!”

Yet Sayehr could see the small form blocking his path.
The Black Dragon glared at Sayehr with fierce eyes, tears streaming down both cheeks.

Whimper—whine—
Raon, who had unfurled a teleportation circle to execute an escape at any moment, stood against Sayehr, his entire body wreathed in black mana.
In that instant, Raon heard Kale’s feeble voice.

“…Thank you.”

Simultaneously, another sharp sound rang out across the Altar.
Crash!
The sound of a statue shattering.

“…Ah…”

Sayehr’s body staggered in that moment.
The seventh statue. It shattered like glass, scattering into the air. The destruction was so complete that not a single piece could be recovered—and for a brief moment, Sayehr’s mind went blank.

“…Damn it.”

And Kale’s face twisted.
I brought the seventh statue down upon the eighth.
The seventh statue then shattered in a manner entirely different from the one that had broken moments before, crumbling to dust and vanishing from Kale’s hand.

‘Damn it!’

A curse erupted from within me.

My ominous premonition had been correct.
I had found it strange that the second statue shattered so easily in a single strike, but now the truth became clear.
Moreover, I was currently in a state where my body lacked sufficient strength.
The answer was simple.

‘The seventh statue was stronger than the second one, which is why it broke so easily.’

And the eighth statue was overwhelmingly powerful—even striking it with the seventh’s force, what ultimately shattered was only the seventh.

“Cough!”

I spat out something surging up my throat in that instant. Blood spilled from my mouth in a handful.
Even so, my gaze remained fixed on the eighth statue.

‘…I have to destroy it somehow…!’

The moment I took a step forward.

“Cursed bastards!”

In my vision, I could see Sayehr wrapping his entire body around the eighth statue. He too looked in terrible condition.
I hesitated for a moment, then took another step.

-No! Kale, don’t use us!

The moment I was about to call upon the Ancient Powers.

“Gasp!”

My body staggered.
I gripped my head with both hands. The heat was so intense it felt as though it would burst apart.

I had reached my limit.
I realized this fact.
That was when.

“Increase the sacrifices!”

One of the Priests shouted.

‘The Dark Elves—!’

I felt they could not die anymore.
The Dark Elves trembling as they gazed upon some empty carriages. Many of them had never even fought against me, the mercenaries—calling them enemies felt wrong.
And even if they were enemies, I could not let them perish as sacrifices.

“Gahhh!”

A horrific scream pierced the air.
But the victim was not a Dark Elf.
The Priest who had demanded more sacrifices—he had taken his own life.

In that instant.

Keeeeee—kigigigigi—keeeeee—
A sound of an entirely different magnitude, one I had never heard before, burrowed into my ears. A horrific noise that made even my splitting headache fade into insignificance.
I lifted my head.
A gray maw, now enlarged enough to swallow the entire Sinkhole.
From within it poured a terrible voice.

Craaaaaack—
Light erupted from the eighth statue that Sayehr held.
The first statue did the same.
In a span of time so brief I could scarcely perceive it, the statues split in half.

“Kuhahahaha!”

Sayehr burst into wild laughter and retreated from the statues.
As if my attacks would be useless from this point forward.

Uuuuung—
And as black smoke billowed upward, the teleportation dark magic circle beneath the Altar activated.
I watched as cyan-yellow smoke and white light flowing from between the split statues rapidly took on form.
Not the form of a small statue, but that of a colossal entity.

They’re coming.
Those monsters are heading to Rowan.

-Kale, didn’t I tell you to stop using the Ancient Powers?!

But unlike the other powers Kale possessed, the Ancient Powers could still be used regardless of the strain on his body. He couldn’t abandon this option.
A faint Destructive Fire shot forth in white light.

Whoooosh—
But the Destructive Fire dissipated before it could even reach its target.
Screeeech—screeeech—
The gray maw that shrieked consumed the Destructive Fire.
The massive mana that Raon unleashed next met the same fate.

“Kekekekek! How could a mere human possibly block the cry of the Sealed God of Despair!”

Sayehr burst into laughter filled with madness.

‘Success!’

From the gray maw—the mouth of the Sealed God—a mournful cry poured forth, and until that cry summoned the monsters, until the summoning was complete, nothing could stop this ritual.
Everything would be consumed by that despair.

‘Of course, that gray maw is only a fraction.’

Since this was a ritual utilizing a Sealed God, it had many flaws.
Therefore, he had predicted it wouldn’t work multiple times before Kale Heniatus.
But in the end, only once—just once—was needed for success, and though it was only a quarter, the monster summoning had succeeded.

“Now it’s truly over.”

Sayehr spoke to Kale as if pronouncing a sentence—that there was no stopping this now.
Then.

“Damn it—”

Kale’s body staggered.

“Human.”

Raon caught his falling body.
Kale gazed down at Raon, who had nestled into his embrace and was supporting me.
My vision, already stained crimson, began to fade to white.

This was the moment I should collapse.
But I couldn’t.

Raon spoke to me, unaware that his tears were soaking into my clothes.

“Human, you kept your promise. You broke two of them.”

Even as my entire body shattered, I had ultimately kept my word.

“The Crown Prince and Choi Han said so. They told me to bring you back now.”

Raon lifted his head. I could see Kale’s clouded eyes.
Eyes that seemed incapable of proper thought or judgment.
Raon had never seen me look this way before.
In this moment, Raon had to choose.

Should he stay here and somehow block the first and eighth statues?
Or should he save Kale Heniatus, who was barely standing as if death could claim him at any moment, and flee?
Raon chose quickly.
Because Kale had already given him the answer.

“Human, you told me to take you and run away immediately.”

Raon decided to follow Kale’s words.
For Raon, saving Kale alone was more important than saving everyone else in the world.
After all, it was Kale who had given Raon the very opportunity to see the world.
Raon would never forget the embrace of Kale, who had carried him out of the Cave.

“…Raon.”

As my vision faded to white, with only a single point remaining visible, I gazed into Raon’s eyes.
His blue-black eyes were clear.
I wanted to smile. But I had no strength for that. So my expression became something in between, and I closed my eyes.

I hadn’t destroyed the eighth statue or the first one.
The eighth statue had no data anyway.

I had done what I could, and I had my comrades beside me.
Moreover, we possessed the strength to face those things.

I released the tension from my body.
At that moment, the dark magic circle activated.
Cyan-yellow smoke and white light began to teleport somewhere.
Raon deployed his teleportation magic in that instant.

“…I…entrust this to you….”
“Do not worry, human!”

Raon answered with sincerity and vigor, and soon both of their figures vanished from the Endable Royal Palace.
It happened mere seconds after the dark magic circle activated.

And a communication crystal lying in one corner of the Endable Royal Palace floor captured every moment of it.
Just moments before, Raon had blocked Sayehr while setting the communication crystal down on the floor.
That communication crystal transmitted everything it had captured to another communication crystal held in Alberu’s hand.

* * *

“Choi Han.”

Alberu released the communication crystal from his hand.
Though some details were lost during the teleportation process, he had witnessed all the crucial moments.
Crash—
The communication crystal that fell to the floor shattered into pieces.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Alberu took a step forward as he heard Choi Han’s response.
The largest building in Pursulsi was City Hall, and the Market Master’s office terrace there offered a view of every landscape in Pursulsi.

“Everyone is busy.”

The executives who stood beside Alberu and Choi Han and had watched the transmission up to that point saw Kale’s entire body gushing blood as if it would burst, and they hurriedly rushed to their respective positions.

Alberu gazed down at Pursulsi.

The city stood nearly empty, its ordinary residents having fled, leaving only the military forces behind.
A black magical circle suddenly materialized in the city’s center, and cyan-yellow smoke erupted in a brilliant flash of white light.
And then.

“…They’ve arrived.”

Raon and Kale Heniatus materialized on the terrace.
The sight of Kale Heniatus barely clinging to Raon was so devastating that Alberu could scarcely bear to look upon it.

“Choi Han.”
“You’ve worked hard.”

Choi Han accepted Kale Heniatus from Raon with an expressionless face, then laid him upon the bed prepared in the office.
It was then that Choi Han heard Alberu’s voice.

“Choi Han, you’re confident, aren’t you?”

He turned his gaze toward Alberu.
Albert Crossman stood before him in white plate armor and a white helm, his unbreakable spear already in hand.
Choi Han approached Alberu and opened his mouth.

“I’ve already killed one of them before.”

A monster materialized, exhaling cyan-yellow smoke.
It was the unranked monster—the Electric Eel.
Choi Han had faced this creature before.
And the eighth unranked monster, said to be the strongest.

“As for the other one, Your Highness’s weapon is forged from that creature’s bone, is it not?”

Alberu regarded Choi Han, who stood beside him clad in black leather armor. A shimmering black aura already bloomed from his sword.

“That’s right. My weapon was forged from the bones of the one I killed.”
-That is correct, Master. Which is why it is a magnificent EX-rank weapon.

The unbreakable spear held in Alberu’s hand.
Tae-rang, the AI within that spear, spoke.

“As I mentioned earlier, this product is a spear made from the bones of an EX-grade monster once evaluated as the worst calamity, possessing considerable durability while simultaneously being the only blade capable of shattering that very monster’s bones.”

A soft chuckle escaped.
Alberu found himself laughing.
As if he could see his own smile reflected beyond his helmet, he spoke to Choi Han, who mirrored his expression with an identical grin.

It wasn’t laughter born from genuine amusement.
This situation held neither humor nor joy.
But one cannot weep, and the burden must be carried forward.
Alberu and Choi Han.
Both understood why Kale Heniatus had reached out in that moment. He had entrusted them with what came next—those who had witnessed even a fragment of his life as Kim Rok-soo.

So they had to see this through to the end.

“Kale Heniatus has created the optimal outcome—no, the most probable path to victory.”

Whether Kale had intended it or not remained unclear. But for them, perhaps the first and eighth monsters were preferable to the second and seventh.
They possessed the strength to face them.

“The others will arrive soon. Kale Heniatus has set the stage—we owe him our repayment, don’t we?”
“Of course.”

Alberu and Choi Han.
The two launched forward, pushing off the terrace railing with explosive force.
Their trajectory aimed toward the Pursulsi Plaza, where two colossal unranked monsters awaited.

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