Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 682

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“You’ve lost your mind!”
“What do you mean?”

My voice remained calm.
Sword Master Hana, who had been watching, unconsciously rubbed her arm with her hand. Goosebumps covered her skin.

‘…It’s something I always feel, but where does that man’s limit lie?’

The moment Hana saw through the window a barrier being erected, cutting across the Lion Dragon and our allies, she could also see Kale Heniatus smiling.
How far ahead was that man looking when he moved?
He was only twenty years old, yet where did such thoughts and such composure come from?

“Ha!”

The White Star stared at Kale Heniatus with an expression of utter disbelief.

“Did you just ask ‘what do you mean?’ Are you so consumed by rage that you cannot grasp the situation?”

Whoooosh—
Wind gradually gathered around the White Star, enveloping him. His garments fluttered with increasing violence.

“You would face both the Lion Dragon and me while unable to use magic?”

Wind filled the space.
Screech—
The magical lamps had already been extinguished by the mana disruption device. Even the candles that had illuminated the room were snuffed out by the White Star’s wind.
Outside the window, a portion of the crimson sky still remained, preventing complete darkness from falling. Yet darkness arrived in this room far more swiftly.
The White Star spoke with a laugh.

“In this darkness?”

You would face both the Lion Dragon and me in this darkness?
Against me, now perfected?
Against me, who holds Derth Heniatus as your weakness?

“You are a fool.”

The White Star sighed.

“Kale Heniatus. You truly are different from me. How foolish.”

What was he calling foolish?
Sword Master Hana, who had been watching, suddenly found herself thinking this.
The White Star and Kale Heniatus. These two beings were far too different in her eyes. Yet why did the White Star speak as though it was regrettable that they shared so many similarities, only to ultimately be different entities?
Hana’s gaze drifted toward Kale without her realizing it.
Then, Kale’s lips parted.

“Why am I like this?”

In the darkness—not the deep black, but a navy-like hue, still not fully steeped—Kale spoke with composure.

“There are only two of them.”

His voice, uttered in measured tones, spread through the room from within the darkness.

“Only two enemies to face. One is white and so massive it’s easy to see. The other is right before my eyes.”

Flames bloomed in the darkness.
Whoosh—
A crimson fire, redder than his scarlet hair, erupted around Kale.

“Even if I’m not in my right mind, I can handle that much.”

Wind and fire.
The wind had extinguished only a small candle, and the fire burned nothing, yet the two beings enveloped in wind and fire respectively stared at one another.
The White Star’s left hand moved toward the inner pocket of his upper garment. In the hand of the White Star, now fully revealed, was a white mask.

From the forehead to the middle of the nose. A white mask covering half his face descended over the White Star’s visage.
Click.
With that small sound, the White Star’s appearance changed.
Not Derth Heniatus, but the White Star’s true form. Of course, half his face beneath the mask remained hidden.
The sight was both remarkably natural and mysterious, yet to Kale, only the unchanging essence was visible—only the White Star.
The White Star twisted his mouth as he looked at Kale, who didn’t even blink.

“If you two are torn apart and face me and the Lion Dragon, do you truly believe you can survive?”

It was then.

“Yeah. It’s definitely possible.”

Someone interjected into the conversation.
The White Star’s gaze shifted. Albert Crossman was now perched casually on the windowsill, still dressed in his light pajamas.
Yet like a Lion Dragon whose white scales could not be concealed even as night fell, a spear gleaming with white radiance was held in his hand.

“I received some special tutoring, you see.”

From Anroman, I had heard it.

‘We defeated the Lion Dragon, analyzed its data, and crafted an EX-grade weapon based on its bones.’
‘That statement means one thing.’
‘The Lion Dragon is now a monster that can be defeated—a monster that can be conquered.’

Anroman had said so.
The word “conquest” attached to it did not simply mean the ability to kill, but rather the complete unraveling and subjugation of that existence.

‘With an EX-grade weapon and a handful of S-rank or higher powerhouses, it’s surprisingly manageable.’

Though he called it manageable, the conquest strategy was quite demanding.
Yet Albert spoke without hesitation.

“I’ll handle the Lion Dragon.”

Not quite to the extent of Kale Heniatus, but Albert too was in a rather heightened state.
The White Star’s disguised target, the timing—a commander-class figure in the very place Albert was openly taking responsibility for.

Kale shrugged and looked toward the White Star.
His tone remained composed.

“Go ahead then.”

At the look that asked what the problem was, the White Star’s lips twisted.

“What about the Temple?”
“What about it?”

Kale answered in an even tone, as if he knew nothing at all.

I intend to go.
I plan to take the White Star to the Temple.

‘Kale. Anroman said so.’

A story known only to Kale, Choi Han, Raon, and Alberu.

‘There was a reason it took a year to reach the end of the Temple.’
‘I… have no confidence. But I will do it. If someone must set foot there first, it has to be me.’

The Sealed God. The space where the God of Despair slumbered.
There was only one way to reach the end of that Temple.
I planned to take the White Star down that path. Because this time, I had no intention of ending things easily.
That is why I answered calmly.

“That’s something we can think about later.”
“What?”

The White Star stared at me in bewilderment at an answer so unlike Kale Heniatus—one that seemed utterly reckless.
But I reached my hand toward the flames that engulfed me.

“Mila, go. Leave this to me.”

Kwaaaang—
Lightning-laden flames poured down instantly toward the White Star.
The wind barrier collided with the flames, releasing a deafening roar.

Alberu stood on the windowsill, gazing into the empty air.
A figure rushed past him and leaped out the window.

“Mila.”

Mila dispelled her Polymorph magic. Though in a state of mana disruption, just as Raon had been able to maintain a simple dye spell during the Caro Kingdom incident, returning to her true form was not difficult for an Ancient Dragon of her caliber.
The dragon revealed her massive body once more.

“Where do you—!”

The White Star seemed to sense something and moved toward Mila and Alberu at the window.

Boom!
Kale Heniatus stepped forward to block the path.
Whoosh—
A spinning water whip lashed out relentlessly toward the White Star.

“Ha!”

The White Star sneered and, without lifting a hand, blocked every attack with a wall of wind and water.
Crash! Boom! Crash!
Deafening explosions erupted continuously, reducing the room to chaos.
Furniture shattered everywhere, and Hana positioned herself in front of her brother Jack, shielding him from the shockwaves.

“Brother, please stay still! Why do you keep moving?”
“I have to go.”
“Go where? What are you talking about?”

She moved with her brother as he tried to go somewhere, too focused on protecting him to think clearly.
Even so, she caught sight of Kale Heniatus and her expression grew puzzled.

“What is that?”

Kale Heniatus pulled a badge from his pocket.
He undid a couple of buttons as if feeling the heat.

“You’ve made a grave mistake today.”

Touching the Dragon Lord’s Rare, enduring the curse of reincarnation—all of it.
The White Star would come to regret today far more than any of those choices.
No—there would be no moment left for regret.

I closed my eyes.

‘Don’t worry, human! I’ll bring our human’s father and Fake Heylsman with me!’
‘Grandfather Ron and the Wind Spirits will find them quickly! The mana is in chaos, so if there’s an unusual location, they’ll discover it right away!’

The Fake Heylsman, whose true identity remained unknown, was currently restrained with both hands and feet bound, sitting quietly in confinement.
A mana restraint collar was fastened around him. The Fake Heylsman had struggled as if trying to escape, but ultimately complied with everything.

Kale opened his eyes and spoke to the hesitant Dragon.

“Mila, please go.”
“…I’ll see you again later, Teacher.”

The Dragon appeared once more.
Those below had no time to cheer at the sight.
Mila flapped her wings rapidly and flew toward a single location.

“Now it’s time to wake up.”

Even the Dragon’s massive body, now still, could not completely conceal the being on the ground.
The Dragon’s mouth opened, forming something akin to a smile.
Then.

“…Sigh.”

A sigh echoed. A being with an even more massive frame than Mila.
The Gold Dragon slowly opened the eyes it had kept closed. Mila glanced to one side as she gazed upon those golden irises.

“There. Someone is waiting for you.”

Albert Crossman, standing by the window, was looking directly at the place where the Gold Dragon and Erhafen were.

“Your pretense of death is over.”

With those words, the Dragon’s massive wings, which had been held still, began to move slowly.
Boom—.
The Dragon rose to its feet.
With just that, the surrounding buildings trembled and the earth rumbled.
Yet no sound accompanied the Gold Dragon’s ascent into the sky.
As if it had simply rested well.
The Dragon soared effortlessly upward.

“They’re all coming.”

And the dragon that had taken flight gazed toward the northeast sky.
A place where night had already descended.
A massive gray dragon was approaching rapidly, beating its wings.
Atop it sat a young prince with pink hair, waving his hand.

Erhafen turned his gaze away from that waving hand and shifted his body. After a good rest, I felt somewhat restored.
He readily offered his back.

“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”

Alberu climbed onto Erhafen’s back.

“Phew.”

He drew in a breath and exhaled. The cold winter air spread through my body, and my warm breath flowed outward.
Alberu examined his own appearance.
I was not entirely pleased with being barefoot and dressed in nightclothes, but this would suffice nonetheless.

“…That blonde hair! Your Highness! It must be Your Highness!”
“The Crown Prince as well!”

For those who feared the night without magic, this sight alone would be enough.
Enough to dispel their fear.
He looked into the open window, then turned his gaze away from the red hair engulfed in flames.

“It seems they were waiting for us.”

The Monster Lion Dragon. Its gaze fixed upon Erhafen, upon Alberu, upon the spear held in his hand.

“Go.”

Erhafen’s body surged toward the monster. His wings fluttered as if cleaving through the night.

“Wait, just a moment!”

It was then.

“Your Highness! Please, take me with you too!”

Someone tumbled frantically out the window. Erhafen startled, quickly offering his back.
Thud.
A person landed heavily upon Erhafen’s back.

“Hey! Have you lost your mind?!”

Another figure followed, letting out a cry that was half-scream, half-shout as they leaped from the window and landed gracefully upon Erhafen’s back.

“Saint Jack?”

Alberu approached him in surprise.

“Your Highness!”

Saint Jack scrambled to his feet and seized Alberu’s nightclothes.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

For a moment, Alberu stammered in confusion, but Saint Jack grasped his left hand instead.
More precisely, he grasped both the hand and the spear it held.

“Your Highness. The God just spoke to me.”

Saint Jack stared blankly into empty space.
The Sun God had begun speaking directly to Saint Jack with increasing frequency.

“Saint Jack…?”

When Alberu regarded him with an uneasy expression, Jack spoke softly.

“Reinforced.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“A reinforced weapon, he said.”

Jack spoke haltingly.
He did not understand what he himself was saying, but conveying the God’s will took precedence.

“It is different from when it belonged to Anroman, he said. It bears the touch of the God himself.”

Tae-rang, who had been updated based on new external data.
Much data had changed within the system, including the fact that the place he came from was called the 3rd Continent.
Jack stared blankly at the white spear as he spoke.

“Light… light will pour forth.”

Light?
Alberu’s expression shifted subtly.

“Darkness cannot prevent degradation. The master of the reinforced unbreakable spear is degradation alone.”

Similarly, Saint Jack regarded Alberu with an enigmatic expression.

“The God said that Albert Crossman is like the sun itself, so you must shine. He commanded you to illuminate the darkness.”

And he said he had been taught a certain incantation.
If one recites those words, one would understand everything.
Alberu gazed down at the white spear, turning the incantation over in his mind.
That was when it happened.

“We have to dodge!”
“Let’s go!”

Hana and Erhafen cried out in succession, and the Dragon moved his body away from near the window.

Crash—————!
With a thunderous roar, the wall near the window shattered to pieces.
It seemed the true battle between the White Star and Kale Heniatus had begun in earnest.

“Degradation…!”

Saint Jack called out to Alberu as if pouring some earnest wish into the words. Alberu bit his lip and opened his mouth.

“As one under the protection of Angelina, I command.”

A spell that the Sun God had taught.
By reciting the first sentence of this spell, Alberu could confirm with certainty that Angelina was the Sun God.
He also realized that it was Angelina, not Choi Jung-gun, who had given the data to Tae-rang.
Furthermore, he wondered what the Sun God intended to grant, and why such a spell had been created.
With these thoughts, Alberu opened his mouth.

“Follow the natural order.”
-1.1 Update item first.

Tae-rang’s mechanical voice echoed.

-Additional data. ‘Holy Flashlight.’
-An item for improving nighttime environments, emitting light based on the Sun God’s divine power.

What? A flashlight? Divine power?
Alberu’s face contorted.
Divine power—a deadly poison to Dark Elves.

-Opening the ‘Divine Power’ category.
-Please be informed that the divine power latent in the weapon is solely for luminescence and poses no threat whatsoever to its owner.
-Analyzing the owner’s primary patterns. Based on this, transforming into the optimal form.

The weapon transformed.

Click.
A gun materialized once more in Alberu’s hand.

-Beep-! Beep-!
-Owner’s surrounding environment in unstable state. Analyzing information.
-‘Mana’ is in an unstable state.
-However, unrelated to divine power. ‘Divine Power’ usage available.

Tae-rang spoke.

-Therefore, opening immediately.

Click.
Alberu flinched in surprise, his eyes widening.
He felt bullets different from his existing mana rounds settling into the gun’s chamber.

-5 seconds until. Holy power discharge.
-Strongly recommended for use in empty, dark places.

This sudden?

-5, 4-

Damn it!
Alberu immediately aimed the barrel at one location.
An empty place and the darkest place.
The sky.

-2, 1.
-Fire.

Click-clack.
A strange metallic sound rang from the gun, and then a gunshot tore through the night.

Twang—!

In that moment, Alberu saw it.
Saint Jack spoke what Alberu had witnessed from his lips.

“…Light…!”

And moreover.

“The power of the sun…!”

It was light imbued with the power of the sun.
What it signified was singular.

“Holy power!”

No offensive capability, no healing power either. But the holy power was unmistakable.
Saint Jack’s mouth fell open without his knowing.
A night without magic.
The small light fired from the gun grew larger and larger, heading toward the sky.

It was as if a small sun were rising.

Because of this, not only Alberu but everyone on the ground witnessed the sight.
Rosalind, disoriented by the mana disturbance, could hear the Knight Commander’s murmur as he gazed blankly at the sky.

“…The sun…!”

The Knight Commander was startled by his own words, then looked around at the people nearby with an expression of overwhelming emotion.
The knights and soldiers of the Roan Kingdom around him exchanged glances with one another.
They were all recalling the same thing.

The Crossman Royal Family of the Roan Kingdom.
A house said to carry the blood chosen by the Sun God.
That legend, heard in childhood or caught in passing, now surfaced vividly in their minds.
Especially in this darkness, the legend returned to them like a recovered memory.

And Albert Crossman was likewise recalling that legend.
At the same time, he contemplated the ‘truth’.

The Sun God’s surveillance—or curse—upon the Crossman Royal Family, inheritors of the Ancient White Star’s blood.
Along with the Sun God’s curse upon the Dark Elf blood flowing through Alberu’s body.

And finally, standing apart from all of it, his own natural state.

Alberu chuckled softly and murmured.

“…This… it really does seem like I’ve become the sun.”

He shook his head.

“No, that’s not it.”

Alberu lifted his gaze.
It was a new moon.

“It’s the moon.”

It was not the sun, but the moon that had risen in the sky.
Others might mistake it for the sun, but to him, it was the moon.
Alberu looked down below. Even though he couldn’t see people’s gazes clearly, he could feel them.
If Kale Heniatus saw this sight, he would be taken aback.

“…Could I become a legend too?”

If done right, this would make for quite an interesting picture.
Unlike Kale Heniatus, Alberu was someone who knew how to enjoy such things and use them to his advantage.

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