Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 93

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The flight speed increased slightly. At that moment, Raon’s voice reached my ears.

“That whale is doing quite well too.”

That whale? My gaze turned downward again.
Between the split seawater, a woman surged upward.

“The small whale is doing a little well too.”

A man followed in her wake.
It was Witira and Paseton. The siblings, each wielding a whip and sword respectively, rushed toward the swordsman and the Spear Master.
As expected, both of them were running while scattering blood. They kicked off the sea surface lightly and bounded forward.

“Choi Han.”
“Yes.”
“Keep a close eye on them.”

Instead of answering, Choi Han kept his gaze fixed on the battle below.

Whoosh!
Witira’s whip collided with the swordsman’s blade, which was enveloped in golden aura.

Boom!
A blue light swirled around Witira’s whip. The whip wrapped in that azure glow—infused with the Whale Tribe’s unique power, the power of the sea—held its own against the aura as if her battles with Tunka had been mere child’s play.

“Don’t worry. Choi Han won’t lose. And Mage Rosalind won’t lose either.”

Raon made his assessment and increased the flight speed further. I looked at Choi Han and Rosalind. Both smiled and spoke to me.

“Don’t worry. Even if the plan goes awry and we end up fighting, there’s no way Choi Han and I will be harmed.”

Even if the plan fell apart and combat ensued, we intended to resolve it within the scope of the masked members of my group. My objective also included eliminating any elements that could become dangerous in the future.

‘The moment Raon’s form is revealed, everything becomes complicated.’

In a situation where we couldn’t wipe out everything about that organization in one sweep because we didn’t know their true nature, if even one person who had seen the Dragon’s form happened to survive, things would become extremely complicated.
However, Rosalind and Choi Han misunderstood my expression.

“That’s correct, Kale. I won’t get hurt.”

…I’m the one worried about getting hurt, though?
Kale said nothing. But On, nestled in his arms, shook her head as if to say that Choi Han and Rosalind were wrong. On tapped Kale’s arm gently.

“It doesn’t seem like there will be any injuries. I think it’s safe to relax.”

On understood the situation perfectly. But the pitiful gaze of a ten-year-old was equally unbearable. Kale pretended not to notice and urged Raon onward.

“Go faster.”
“Understood, human.”

And moments later, Kale’s group hovered above Hice Island 5.
Rosalind’s mouth opened.

“Just as Ron mentioned, the trap magic and alarm magic are primarily concentrated near the Coastline. The mana presence is also focused there.”
“The sky is unguarded.”

Raon chimed in. Raon looked at Rosalind with quite a satisfied expression, as if acknowledging her as a clever human mage. But it was Raon who had learned human magic from Rosalind.

“Can we penetrate the magic and infiltrate the central building?”

Kale unfolded the map he had drawn according to Ron’s instructions and asked.
Ron, lying in bed, couldn’t draw the map himself, so Kale drew it based on the information Ron had gathered, and Ron verified it by looking at it—that’s how they completed it.

“It seems like it will be somewhat difficult.”
“That mage bastard has plastered the place with magic.”

Ahem. Choi Han cleared his throat.
Probably Redica had nearly died when his hideout was discovered before, so he was being more thorough about security under that pressure.

“Is that so?”

Then it was a simple problem.

“Then let’s not touch the central base as originally planned, and instead install magical bombs.”

The magical bombs were created by Raon. Since Raon’s mana served as the trigger mechanism, Raon had to concentrate entirely on those ten magical bombs when detonating them.
Of course, when eliminating the Black Swamp, he had controlled both the bombs and magic, but that time he only had two things to worry about, and this time these were terrifying bombs containing top-grade mana stones, so there was quite a lot to control. They had been hastily made as well.

“So where exactly are you planning to install all ten of them?”

In response to Raon’s question, Kale showed the group a map.
Ten distinct locations appeared on it.

“Just plant one at each of these spots and return.”

Rosalind opened her mouth as she studied the ten points, then closed it again. Her eyes deepened as she gazed at Kale and Raon.

‘High-grade mana stones.’

The magical bombs Raon had created were terrifying instruments of war—their explosive force multiplied several times over compared to conventional explosives.
The driving force behind them was mana stones, and these were high-grade ones at that.

Back when she had been first in line for the throne, Rosalind had once marveled at a single high-grade mana stone installed in the Royal Palace, astounded by its mana concentration.

‘Where on earth does Prince Kale obtain such treasures?’

Yet Kale dispensed these precious items without hesitation, handing them over to Raon without fanfare. Just these ten mana stones alone would be enough to earn him a reputation as a wealthy man.
Rosalind was astonished by his audacity.

But she had no idea that Kale possessed hundreds of mana stones. He likely had more wealth than most major merchant guilds.

“Then let’s split into two groups and move out.”

The map tore cleanly in half with a sharp sound. Kale handed one half to Rosalind.

“You handle your half.”

Choi Han and Rosalind nodded in acknowledgment.
As Kale glanced at Raon, they had already descended to a relatively quiet coastal cliff on the opposite side of the Coastline where the Whale Tribe was rampaging. Behind them loomed a precipice, and before Kale stretched a dense forest.

A faint rustling accompanied Kale’s step forward. He pulled his mask down deeper, leaving only his eyes visible. The rest of the group did the same.

“We regroup here.”

Kale’s group dispersed across Hice Island 5.

-There’s nothing nearby.

Swish, swish, swish.
Kale Heniatus pushed through the grotesquely overgrown trees and brush untouched by any living creature’s hand, sprinting forward with purpose.

Tap, tap. Tap.
On and Hong bounded between the trees in perfect synchronization with Kale’s pace, trailing close behind. On had already begun dispersing mist in all directions as a precaution against any unforeseen complications.

-This is the spot.

At Raon’s signal, Kale came to a halt. The eastern sector from the central building of Hice Island 5 fell under his jurisdiction.

Kale withdrew a magical bomb from his pocket and carefully embedded it into the ground with meticulous precision.

‘If this detonates, I’m simply saying goodbye to the world.’

The magical bomb he’d used in the Black Swamp before, refined to maximize its explosive force. He’d improved it further, using materials several times superior to the original.

With such preparations, it was entirely feasible to shake the considerable expanse of Hice Island 5 and the surrounding seabed.

‘A man with a small heart has nothing to accomplish.’

As Kale continued moving the bombs, he found himself thinking that perhaps it was wisest not to come during wartime at all.

-Hurry up, human!

Raon urged him mentally. But Kale proceeded with meticulous care in placing each magical bomb.
Then he resumed his advance. Whirlwinds of wind spiraled around his feet.

-Humans nearby.

Swish, swish, swish.
Kale’s footsteps ceased. He gestured to On and Hong. On thickened the mist further. Simultaneously, Kale pushed off lightly from the ground and vaulted onto the tallest tree.

He surveyed his surroundings.

“What’s with all this fog?”
“No idea. The weather’s always changing near the coast.”

Kale Heniatus was currently near the food storage warehouse of the base.
Despite their casual conversation, the two Secret Organization members maintained tension in their posture, their eyes constantly scanning their surroundings.
They were perpetually braced for enemy infiltration.

-Should we fight? Human, should we fight?

Raon asked, but I shook my head.

‘Why would we need to fight?’

Raon always wanted to fight whenever we encountered enemies. I had no desire for that whatsoever. I absolutely did not want to draw the enemy’s attention.

I carefully descended from the tree without making a sound and retrieved the invisibility magic device.

-Sigh. Weak human, you certainly live a difficult life.

Regardless of what Raon said, I installed the invisibility device in a designated area beneath the tree and carefully dug at the ground with a hoe. Beside me, On and Hong sighed in unison as they helped me dig.

That was when it happened.

Beep beep beep beep beep—
Beep beep beep—

A loud alarm blared through the air.

“What? Isn’t that a Class-1 emergency signal? Did someone infiltrate?”
“Stay alert and go check it out. I need to stay here.”
“Got it!”

Sigh.
I swallowed a deep sigh internally.
Right, whenever a protagonist encounters enemies, a fight inevitably erupts. I sent encouragement to Choi Han’s life as a protagonist while installing the explosives.

-Did Rosalind and Choi Han get discovered?

There was no need to say it twice—it was obvious.
On and Hong’s digging accelerated.
Meanwhile, I moved slowly.

‘They’ll handle it well enough on their own.’

With attention focused westward, my work became considerably easier.

-Hurry, human! We might be discovered too!

Raon kept urging me forward, but I installed every bomb with deliberate, unhurried care. It was all thanks to Choi Han and Rosalind for creating such a magnificent distraction.
Though I suspected Choi Han was more likely responsible for the chaos than Rosalind.

‘As long as my identity isn’t exposed, it doesn’t matter.’

They would manage just fine on their own.

I planted the final bomb and returned to my starting position. Unlike the sandy beach on the opposite side, a steep cliff greeted me. Beneath that cliff stood a familiar face.

“It’s been a while, Archie.”

The Orca Archie flinched. He was startled by my attire—I was dressed similarly to the mermaid collaborators.

“What’s with that outfit? Get in quickly.”

I leaped lightly off the cliff.
With ten magical bombs and the need to control the explosion’s radius to avoid harming others, the Black Dragon Raon couldn’t manage three simultaneous flight spells as well.

So I’d called for the high-speed taxi instead.

“The others will arrive soon.”

Archie regarded me with suspicion instead of responding. His eyes clearly asked: ‘Are you really going to destroy the island?’ But he had no opportunity to voice his doubts.

“Seize them! They must be killed!”

A desperate cry, filled with rage, pierced the air. At the familiar voice, I flinched and adjusted my carefully concealed hair once more.

“Stop them! Don’t let them jump!”

In that instant, two figures clad entirely in black masks and black clothing leaped down the cliff. Following them, more figures in similar attire appeared at the cliff’s edge. They were genuine members of the Secret Organization.
Among them, I spotted Redica, the blood-crazed Mage.

“We managed to pull it off.”

At Kale’s words, Choi Han offered an awkward smile. Redica was being supported by one of his subordinates.
He wore an eye patch over his left eye.
Blood streamed from his right eye.

“We ran into them while setting up the bombs—”
“Tell me later.”

Kale silenced Choi Han and turned to Archie.

“Move quickly.”

Archie glanced at Redica and the wounded Secret Organization members, then moved with remarkable speed. He seemed delighted by their injuries. Kale pressed harder.

“Faster. Get as far as you can.”

We had to reach at least where Hice Island 12 became visible—the closest island to Hice Island 5, yet still quite distant.
That’s when Raon’s voice reached us.

“Someone seems to have discovered the bombs.”

At those words, Choi Han lowered his head further. The Secret Organization members had likely found them while searching the island in the chaos. Kale patted Choi Han’s shoulder and spoke.

“Begin.”
“Understood.”

Black mana began gathering at Raon’s front paws. Kale looked toward Rosalind.

“Layer the shields as much as possible. Include Archie as well.”
“Yes.”

Rosalind began deploying her shields. Two layers materialized in total. From where Kale faced eastward, I could see the Whale Tribe members, led by Witira from the northeast direction, withdrawing from their relentless assault.
Despite the distance, Kale felt certain their eyes had met.

Whoooosh!

Witira cracked her whip forcefully against the sea surface. The waters convulsed, and she retreated further into the chaos. The raging whales fled completely.

At last, everyone had reached safety beyond the blast radius.

“Ready.”

Kale Heniatus locked eyes with Raon. He issued his command to the Dragon, who awaited his word.

“Detonate.”

A deep, resonant hum filled the air.
The black mana that had been swirling at the tips of the Dragon’s front claws—ready to burst—shot forth like arrows. The mana, split into ten streams, blazed outward with the brilliance of light itself.
Kale covered his ears.

A deafening boom erupted.
Boom, boom—!

A low, rumbling sound echoed.

The sea began to tremble.

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