Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 675

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There was nothing supporting my back.
Alberu Crossman realized it anew.

There was nothing behind me to catch me.
That was what falling truly meant.

‘And I am falling right now.’

Heh.
A short laugh escaped his lips.
The pristine white armor, once flawless, was now crumpled and charred in countless places.
Alberu assessed his own condition.

“Perfect.”

This fall was perfectly beautiful.
He recalled the situation from moments before.

* * *

“Crown Prince. I’m going.”
“Yes.”

Mila’s body, carrying Alberu, rushed toward the Lion Dragon at high speed.
At that moment, Alberu heard the voices of Mila, Kale Heniatus, and the Dragon Rashil.

“Just before the Crown Prince’s attack, the Lion Dragon was trying to launch a new attack.”
-Your Highness. We’ve captured a new pattern from the Lion Dragon. It appears to be an attack through its mouth, similar to a dragon’s breath.
-Hey! You be careful! The great me doesn’t care whether you live or die, but the great me absolutely hates it when my plans go awry, understand? So listen carefully.

Rashil’s voice came through especially clearly.

-I saw it directly with my own eyes, you see? It’s similar to a dragon’s breath, but there’s something more damp and ominous about the power.

A power more ominous than a dragon’s.
Rashil seemed to be speaking with the intention that I should be cautious.

-Your Highness, instead of a breath attack, take the shield hit and fall. That would be safer.
“Crown Prince, I’ll dodge well, so respond appropriately.”

Kale Heniatus and Mila said the same thing.
That was the moment.

“Well.”

Alberu spoke differently.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
-What do you mean?

As Kale Heniatus wondered, Rashil, riding on the Dragon Hybrid’s back while pretending to be Choi Han, transmitted to Alberu’s mind as he charged toward the Lion Dragon.

-That power was like… yes, like dead mana transformed into something damp and repulsive! Even I felt like my scales would melt instantly if I touched it!

Hm.
A small laugh escaped from Alberu’s lips.

“Little brother, I saw it too. That.”

That crimson power.
The power that even Dragons warned against.
Alberu had definitely seen that power.

The moment he successfully landed his first meaningful attack on the Lion Dragon.
The bullet detonated, and the monster shrieked, turning around to find the one who had attacked it.

‘…Hazard detected…’

Before the monster could speak, before it could target him, Alberu saw a mighty and sinister power faintly fading in its mouth.
It was unfamiliar yet simultaneously familiar.

“With that power, it couldn’t kill me at the very least.”
-…The same power as that breath?

Kale Heniatus asked, but instead of an appropriate answer, Alberu expressed his own feelings.

“This is fun.”

Whoooosh—
Riding atop Mila, I cut through the wind as I rushed toward the monster.
The Lion Dragon raised its shield while slowly opening its maw.

Rashil had said it.
‘It felt like dead mana had become damp and grotesque!’

And the moment Alberu saw the crimson power blooming from within the monster’s jaws, he understood.
The source of that power was ‘dead mana.’

And it would not be able to kill me.
I inherited blood that could survive that power.

“So the god this monster serves is the one worshipped in the Demon Realm? The God of Despair, correct?”
-Yes, that is what they called it.
“I see. So that’s why it primarily uses dead mana?”

Alberu spoke as if savoring the words.

“This god and I should get along well.”

It seemed like they would be compatible in many ways.
Alberu gazed down at his own hand.

-Lord Alberu Crossman, please give me any command.

This white spear given by the Sun God.
This spear was crafted by artisans of the 3rd Continent and could inflict damage upon the Lion Dragon.

‘So the people of the 3rd Continent defeated that monster without this weapon?’

Impressive.

‘This weapon is impressive too.’

And that magnificent weapon had come into Alberu’s hands.
Was the Sun God merely offering this weapon out of apology for the curse it had placed upon the Crossman Royal Family all this time?

‘No. That can’t be right.’

Albert Crossman. There had to be a reason why he absolutely had to wield this white spear.

The Lion Dragon.
This monster had been summoned through someone’s death, using that death as a sacrifice. The power it wielded naturally carried the strength of the dead within it.
No matter how much its appearance was painted white and made to seem sacred, its true nature remained unchanged.

‘Yes. Just as the fact that I carry Dark Elf blood doesn’t change.’

Essence, truth—these things don’t change.
Which meant that the monster’s power, being dead mana and strength rooted in death, would not become a ‘significant’ obstacle to Alberu.

And so I understood.
Why the Sun God had given this weapon specifically to Albert Crossman.
At the same time, I grasped one more thing.

“Trust me.”

I spoke to my comrades who could hear my voice.

“I’ll show you the most magnificent fall.”

Magnificent though it might be, it was still a fall.
But even if I were to fall now—

‘In the end, it is I who will sever that monster’s lifeline.’

I could save these people, the people of our Roan Kingdom.
That realization brought a crushing weight of responsibility, yet it made Albert Crossman smile.

“Crown Prince! Collision incoming!”

The moment Mila’s voice reached me, I kicked off from her back and launched forward.
Straight toward the monster’s face, which glared at me as if to devour me whole.

Screeeech—
The monster’s jaws opened wide.

Within it, a familiar yet subtly different power bloomed—ominous and sinister.

-I am ready.

The moment Tae-rang’s voice reached him, Alberu lunged toward that gaping maw.
Magic clung to his feet, propelling each stride forward with devastating force.
Then.

“Crown Prince!”
-Hey! Watch out!

The two Dragons reacted with sudden, sharp alertness.

“!”

Alberu’s eyes widened.

Within the monster’s maw.
The crimson power that resembled a Dragon’s breath.
It was not that power.

“…I must… annihilate….”

The power blooming from within the monster’s mouth, visible between its words.
It was blood-red.

-Hey, it’s a stronger force! Are you alright?

Rashil, the Dragon masquerading as Choi Han, spoke urgently.
But Alberu gripped the body of the gun in his hands with both palms and replied.

“Everything proceeds according to plan.”

That was sufficient.

Kwaaaaaaaa——

As though a colossal typhoon had engulfed the earth, the blood-red power erupting from the monster’s mouth detonated with a sound that left ears ringing.

“Ah….”
“This, this—!”

As those watching from the ground witnessed the moment that power erupted, they lost themselves in fear and dread.
Alberu crouched low. Tae-rang’s voice reached his ears.

-Beginning transformation.

The white gun in Alberu’s hand began to shift its form.
And it was precisely when the crimson light that blanketed the sky obscured everyone’s vision.

‘It’s coming!’

Yet only the crouching Alberu could fully face the crimson power bearing down upon him.
Tremor, tremor.
His hands shook without his knowledge.
It was a power so immense it stirred instinctive terror.
It carried despair within it.
And as if despair’s end was death itself, death resonated within that power.

Yet Alberu’s trembling faded away.
Death.
That power was familiar to the Dark Elf.
Tae-rang spoke in a mechanical voice, calm and measured.

-Reconstructing the weapon based on the mental image that arose in Albert Crossman’s mind. The conceptualized image is Kale Heniatus’s ‘Unbreakable Shield’.

The white gun transformed into a shield large enough to conceal Alberu’s crouched form.
And artificial wings that bloomed from both sides of the shield enveloped Alberu’s body.
That moment was infinitesimal.
Yet there were those who shared that instant with Alberu.

“Retreat!”

Mila cried out to the Dragon Hybrid and fell back.
Yet her beige mana, seizing the moment when the crimson light obscured everyone’s vision, surged toward where Alberu stood.

Outside the shield.
The first magical barrier materialized.

“Tch!”

The Dragon Hybrid and Rashil, who had been retreating, both moved back further.

“Well, at least they’re all helping out. That’s nice.”

He too seized the opportunity within the crimson light, firing gray mana toward Alberu.
The moment another gray barrier materialized outside the beige defensive shield beyond the white shield.

“…Will this be enough?”

Of course, it was not the end.
Alberu, crouched low, called out to one final person.

“…Mother.”

Within the white shield. A black barrier enveloping the white armor of the crouched Alberu.
It was Alberu’s magic, drawn from dead mana.

Kwaaaaaaa—-!

The crimson force immediately engulfed Alberu.
Alberu closed his eyes.

Kwaaaa–!

Between the ear-splitting roar.
Crack.
The first gray barrier shattered.
The Dragon’s barrier vanished pathetically without a trace.
Rip—
Second, Mila’s barrier was torn asunder, consumed without trace by the crimson force.

-Critical.
-Weapon damage possible from immense force.
-Upon 90% damage, current form will be released for self-repair and maintenance.

Boom!
It was a force as if a meteor were pouring down upon Alberu.
Even sheltered within the shield, Alberu’s entire body trembled violently.

-10%… 30%… 50%….

Tae-rang’s voice reached him.
Simultaneously, Alberu gauged the situation.
That power would eventually fade. Like a dragon’s breath erupting forth, like a typhoon. It would sweep through once and pass.

-60%… 70%… 75%….

Look now.
The rate at which Tae-rang’s damage percentage increased was gradually slowing.
The monster’s power was diminishing.
Soon the crimson force would vanish, and the crimson light that had blanketed the area would disappear as well.
And then the people would finally be able to witness the aftermath of this explosion with their own eyes.
Alberu waited for that moment.

-88%… 89%… 90%.

The instant Tae-rang’s voice finally reached 90%.
Alberu deactivated his weapon.
And opened his eyes.

“Well. Nearly finished.”

Truly just seconds. Not minutes, but seconds.
In that span of time, the dragons’ barrier shattered, and Tae-rang—who claimed he could break this monster’s scales—had sustained 90% damage.
And the remnants of the barely-remaining crimson force.
Alberu faced that power head-on.

-Danger. Danger. Very high possibility of danger occurring to the holder’s condition. Danger, danger!
Boom—!

In that moment, he thought.

‘…Failure.’

His black defensive barrier, which he had thought might fully block that power, failed to completely withstand this crimson force.
The white shield and helmet were scorched black as if engulfed in flames.
Alberu’s mouth opened.

“Cough!”

A short groan burst from his lips.
A crushing impact, as if his entire body had been struck by a massive boulder, overwhelmed him.
Simultaneously, his mouth opened.

“…Success.”

Though a single impact had struck him, he neither bled nor sustained injury.
Numerous defensive barriers had shattered, yet they ultimately protected him.
His armor and helmet, scorched black though they were, had ultimately shielded him.

Alberu, clad in blackened armor and gripping a white spear, plummeted downward.
The Lion Dragon watched him fall.

Alberu closed his eyes and spoke silently to the crimson gaze of the monster that had been staring at him.

Very well.
I shall return soon.
To kill you.

Those standing on the ground, unable to hear his resolve as he fell, each cried out in alarm.

“No!”
“Oh, Your Highness, Your Highness!”
“Even Your Highness…! This cannot be! Quickly, save His Highness!”

Utter chaos descended upon the people without equal.
It was then.

-Damage detected.

The eyebrows of Alberu, whose eyes were closed, twitched.

-Self-recovery explanation and customer service required.

Tae-rang spoke with his usual composure.

-Connecting you to the AS representative.

What?
Connecting me to whom?
Alberu nearly opened his eyes wide in surprise.
He couldn’t help it.
This weapon, this unbreakable spear, had come from the 3rd Continent.

-Your current AS representative is Anroman.
-Beginning connection. Once the music ends, you will be connected, and all conversations with the AS representative will be recorded.

-Ding! Dara-ra~, ding-ding!

Strange music echoed through Alberu’s mind.
But mere seconds later, the song cut off and a voice came through.

-Huh?
-Why is something that suddenly disappeared suddenly connecting now?

The moment Alberu heard the considerably flustered voice of the person named Anroman, he too became bewildered.

-What? It really connected, didn’t it? AS? Ha! Who’s the arrogant bastard holding my stuff right now? Who are you?

…Am I really connected to the 3rd Continent right now?
Alberu was dumbfounded. Simultaneously, a single thought flashed through his mind.

‘Wait… isn’t that the world where they killed the Sealed God’s messenger, that Guardian?’

If so, then the Sealed God’s Temple must have opened at least once.
If they left behind a weapon like this, it means they somehow defended against and defeated that Temple.

‘Oh.’

Within the helmet of the falling one, the corners of his hidden mouth slowly began to rise.
The Sun God had not simply given him a weapon.

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