Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 686

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“Damn it!”

White Star couldn’t resist the force pulling at his body.

‘How can such power even exist?’

It felt like a power to store or seal something in a specific location.
White Star wasn’t astonished by the ability itself.

‘…It’s not magic.’

This power was not magic.
Naturally, it wasn’t aura either.
And it certainly wasn’t an Ancient Power.

It was a force I’d never felt before.
A type of power that White Star, who had lived countless lives, was experiencing for the first time.
As if it didn’t exist in this world.

‘Wait.’

Didn’t exist in this world?
White Star recalled the scene he’d witnessed through Bear King Sayehr—Kale Heniatus, drenched in blood, approaching the statues as if skipping through time itself, and shattering them.
That too didn’t look like an Ancient Power.

‘Two years.’

Kale Heniatus had said he’d accomplished all of this in just two years.
Then who was Kale Heniatus before the possession?
Where did he come from?

White Star’s entire body was engulfed in an aura laden with the terror of death, yet he felt a different fear.
A warning alarm blared through his mind.

‘The Heavenly Realm? The Demon Realm?’

No.
Kale Heniatus is different from those beings.
Then there is only one answer.

“…A different dimension?”

He observed Kale Heniatus’s reaction to the words he had uttered.
The White Star, more than half of his arm already being pulled into the void, stood firm as Kale drew closer by the shrinking distance and raised his hand, whispering.

“You’ve finally figured it out.”

Then, Kale’s eyes moved. The White Star’s other arm—the one not being pulled in. From that arm, a flame sword bloomed once more.
What Kale had stored in the button was merely the sword of intertwined wind and fire that had been pouring forth, not the White Star’s own ability.
The flame sword that bloomed again was immediately swung.
Until then, the White Star’s gaze remained fixed on Kale.

Boom!
A thunderous sound echoed once more.

“Tsk.”

Kale spoke softly.

“That won’t do.”
“Ugh!”

The White Star’s gaze lowered.
The flame sword’s target was not Kale, but the White Star’s own arm.
The arm being pulled into the Gold Dragon’s seal—the White Star had intended to sever it.

Whoooosh—
Yet the silver shield enveloping that arm.

“I protect you sometimes too.”

It was Kale who had shielded the White Star’s arm.

“Damn it!”

White Star couldn’t conceal the turmoil roiling within him. Too many things—shattering thoughts—erupted all at once.
Simultaneously, I focused on my heart.
Thump. Thump. My heartbeat thundered with increasing force, channeling power into a single point.
That point was my hand touching the Golden Seal.

Uuuuoooong—-!
The Golden Seal trembled violently, and White Star had to brace his feet and wrench his body backward.

“Damn it!”

But he couldn’t retreat any further.
A chill crept across my back.
Crimson stone walls, the color of blood, now constricted around him from all sides.

“This is my domain.”

I spoke softly, then extended my hand toward White Star, whose clothes were drenched with sweat.
Pat, pat. I tapped his shoulder with the hand not gripping the Golden Seal.

“I’ll take you to the Temple. As you wish.”

And my hand holding the Golden Seal advanced relentlessly toward White Star.
With each movement, White Star’s body was pulled deeper and deeper into the Golden Seal.

“Kale Heniatus…!”

White Star called out my name, but unlike before, his voice was filled with confusion.
I ignored White Star and fixed my gaze on the ceiling.
Thump.
As my heart pounded violently once more, I became certain.

“See you later.”

At the same moment, I seized the wrist of the hand holding the Golden Seal with my other hand.

“Kraaaaaahhh—-!”

White Star’s scream pierced the air, and both my hands trembled violently.

“Ugh.”

Cold sweat erupted across my back in an instant, drenching my body. My arms trembled violently. Yet I refused to loosen my grip on the golden tablet.
Crack. I clenched it even harder, my gaze locked unwaveringly on the White Star.

“Krraaaagh!”

Our eyes met.
The White Star and I. We stared at each other, and that was the last moment.
The White Star’s presence no longer existed in this place.

“Kugh!”

Thud!
My grip suddenly went slack without my realizing it.
The golden tablet that fell to the ground remained completely intact, as if nothing had happened at all.
I looked down at my hand that had been holding the tablet.

“…This is bad.”

My palm was completely scraped raw, blood seeping from the wounds.

‘It’s definitely different.’

The Fake World Tree, statues, blood-soaked stones—all the previous targets of my embrace were different from the White Star.
Even the Fake World Tree was a living being, yet I’m not sure why I could embrace it without much difficulty while the White Star proved so different.

‘People are definitely a different case.’

There was a clear difference in using embrace between people and other entities.

-Kale, are you alright?

Scary Rock, who had been quietly holding its breath, spoke to me carefully.
My skin had turned red as if burned, cracked and bleeding—clearly causing considerable pain just to look at.

“This much is a good deal.”

I answered calmly and continued speaking with composure.

“But it seems like something big is wrong.”
-What?

The moment the word “big trouble” left my lips, Jjangdol suddenly tensed up.

-Is it because of the promise with that young dragon? Did you hurt your palm?
“That’s a problem too.”

For someone claiming something big had gone wrong, my demeanor remained remarkably calm and composed.
I picked up the golden button and examined its condition before tucking it back into my inner pocket. Then I wrapped my wounded hand with a handkerchief I’d hastily pulled from my clothes.
Two of the average nine-year-olds with cookie crumbs smeared around their mouths—Hong and Raon—had mainly used this handkerchief, so its hygiene was always impeccable.
Jjangdol couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was urgent about this situation.

-…Then what’s the problem?

I opened my other hand—not the one wrapped in the handkerchief.
A button resting on my palm.

“It’s cracking.”

Crack, crack.
Very faintly. The button was slowly fracturing.

-Huh? What’s the problem with that?
“It means it’s about to burst.”

After a moment of silence, Jjangdol let out a single gasp.

-Gasp.

The other Ancient Powers also held their breath, unable to speak.
Finally, Jjangdol uttered a single phrase.

-F-fast—! Before it bursts, what do we do?!

Jjangdol, dwelling within me, had witnessed the White Star’s immense power.
A burning sword containing disasters related to fire and lava. Wind that wrapped around the sword and amplified its destructive force. The wall-like wind possessed the strength to push away anything.
The White Star’s power, balanced within the vessel, fully and freely unleashed.

Crack—
The button containing that power was breaking.

-We need to hurry!
-Kale, finish this quickly!

Kale nodded. I had to handle this quickly, just as the Ancient Powers said.

‘I’m definitely not using the embrace ability as effectively as Team Leader does.’

Team Leader Lee Soo-hyuk could embrace this kind of moving power for up to ten minutes maximum. But I couldn’t manage that—the button was already cracking.

“Still.”

I drew a satisfied smile across my face.

“This is practically omnipotent.”

Lee Soo-hyuk said it wasn’t, but from my perspective, the embrace ability was omnipotent. Of course, there were still some minor precautions to observe going forward. But those were easily manageable in the current situation.

I examined my body while holding the button in my hand.
There were no injuries except on my palm. I had some minor cuts, but they’d already healed thanks to the vitality of the heart that dwelt within my unbreakable shield.

“I’m fine.”

I confirmed that my condition was intact and smiled with satisfaction.
I could say I’d kept my promise with Raon reasonably well.

-…Indeed….

Of course, Jjangdol couldn’t agree with that.
The other Ancient Powers felt the same way.
Jjangdol wanted to ask.

‘You’re… completely red right now. How do you think that’s going to look to others?’

My current appearance, created from the shattered red stone mixed with water.
Just thinking of the reaction made Jjangdol’s head spin, but since I was in a hurry, it simply closed its mouth and said nothing.

“It’ll crumble in about two minutes.”

Crack, crack—
The button was disintegrating at an agonizingly slow pace, at perfectly uniform intervals, which allowed me to calculate precisely when it would finally shatter.

I carefully placed the blood-soaked stone back into the inner pocket of my shirt alongside the badge, then proceeded forward with measured steps.
Thud, thud.
With each footfall, the crimson walls that had filled the room gradually transformed into mud and crumbled away.
The aura of terror that had enveloped me also began to dissipate bit by bit—a natural consequence of returning the power I’d drawn from the badge back into it.

‘That’s strange.’

The blood-soaked stone had remained silent throughout this entire use.
It hadn’t uttered its usual declarations—’This magnificent body!’ or ‘Let us dominate the world!’—which was convenient in some ways, yet unsettling nonetheless.

Crack, crack, crack—

“Hm?”

I stopped walking and lowered my head.

“What?”

My pupils trembled slightly.

—Kale! The button, the button is about to shatter!

Just as Jjangdol warned, the button was suddenly crumbling at an accelerated rate.

“Damn!”

My brow furrowed sharply.
My pace quickened. I rushed toward the collapsing crimson walls, my eyes catching the shattered window frame damaged by the White Star’s assault.

Crack, crack, crack—

The button was now on the verge of complete destruction.

“Insane!”

Through the cracks in that fissure, I could sense the essence of fire and wind—as if it might explode at any moment.

-Kale! If this detonates here, won’t the Purshelsi Administrative Building be in danger?
“That’s exactly why!”

Because I’d thrown in the blood-soaked stone, the energy was gradually diminishing.
If the power within this button were to explode in this state, I’d need to block it with an unbreakable shield. And if I was even slightly late, the Purshelsi Administrative Building would suffer catastrophic damage.
Viollan and countless others were scattered throughout the building, including those in the underground chamber beneath Purshelsi City Hall.

-We need to hurry!

I know that already!
My gaze fixed on a single location. I had chosen my target for using this button.

“K-Kale Heniatus!”

My body leaned out beyond the crumbling crimson wall. Someone called to me from below, but I had no time to look back.

“Good heavens!”
“The Commander is in critical condition! Summon the Saint at once!”
“…Blood, there’s blood—!”

Shouts and cries erupted from below, but I couldn’t afford to pay them any mind.
Whiiiish—. Wind swirled around my ankles.

-Let’s go anywhere!

The moment Voice of Wind urged me forward in that husky voice, I hurled myself out of the room and into the night sky.
My body moved at tremendous speed in a single direction.

‘If I use the button—!’

If I must wield the power of the White Star.
I had already determined my destination.
I had no intention of using my Ancient Powers to contain this force.

“Kale Heniatus!”

Where my body flew, there stood a colossal Gold Dragon. Ancient Dragon Erhafen turned and gasped at the sight of me.

“…Huh.”

Rashil, the half-bald Dragon, was startled by Kale Heniatus’s aura—one that hadn’t completely faded, still saturated with terror.
Whether stained with blood or darkened by it, he approached with a menacing presence that was utterly terrifying.
Rashil found himself thinking of the word “Demon King” at the sight of such a bloodthirsty appearance.

Tap.
And my feet touched the ground behind Ancient Dragon Erhafen.

“…You don’t trust the promise!”

The Crown Prince stood there in his pajamas, his expression one of exasperation, but I ignored him lightly.
Because I was in a hurry.

“Hey! Where else are you hurt?”

Eventually, even the casual address “hey” came from the Crown Prince’s lips, but I still ignored him.
Crack—
Because I grew anxious at the sound of buttons breaking.

“…What?”

Alberu suddenly burst forth and, passing by me, watched with a bewildered expression as I rushed toward Ancient Dragon Erhafen’s head.

-Massive power detected.

At that moment, Tae-rang’s voice reached me, and only then did Alberu sense the residual aura left in my wake.
No—he felt the remnants of fire and wind.

“Huh?”

A power that felt strangely familiar.
But realizing it wasn’t from our side, that it was a power he’d experienced before from the White Star.

“Kale Heniatus.”
“Choi Han, move! Everyone fall back!”

I raised my voice to Choi Han, who approached with Mila. He hesitated for only a moment before swiftly retreating with Mila, clearing the space for me.
And so, at last, I could see the Lion Dragon clearly.

“It’s my first time seeing it up close.”

With those words, Kale Heniatus cradled a whirlwind in the palm of his hand.

“…Master’s… aura….”

The Lion Dragon muttered something toward Kale Heniatus and stared, but Kale Heniatus paid it no mind.

-Kale, Kale! Now, now it’s going to explode!

I know. I know that too!
Kale Heniatus hurled the button with all his might, together with the whirlwind.

“What’s happ—”

Alberu, who was about to ask what was happening, found himself unable to continue.
The button that left Kale Heniatus’s hand flew true toward its target—the Lion Dragon—riding the wind.

Kwaaaaaang—!

A colossal inferno, a blaze that seemed capable of melting away anything like molten lava, engulfed the Lion Dragon along with the wind.
Scorching heat billowed outward in all directions.

“Ugh.”

Alberu instinctively lowered his body against the tremendous force.
Ancient Dragon Erhafen had already retreated when Kale Heniatus told him to fall back. In the midst of it all, Alberu could see Kale Heniatus collapse to the ground with a thud, as if all strength had drained from him.

“Well. That was quite the impressive strike.”

Kale Heniatus, his entire body stained crimson, spoke with casual indifference.

“…I’m going mad.”

Alberu was utterly dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, those standing on the ground watching this spectacle stared blankly at the massive explosion.
The commander’s return was accompanied by a terrifying detonation.

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