Chapter 367: When Night Comes (5)

Name:Trash of the Count's Family Author:
Chapter 367: When Night Comes (5)

Translator: miraclerifle

Editor: Borderline Masochist

The Dragon half-blood.

‘How many Dragon hearts did that bastard say that he ate?’

His reddish brown eyes sunk down as he looked somewhere.

However, Cale's mind was going through his sea of records more than ever before.

Cale finally found the record he was looking for.

It was something that the Dragon half-blood had said about himself.

‘However, reaching the second growth phase in 900 years was my limit because I was a created being. I ate a total of four Dragon hearts until I reached my second growth phase. If you count the original Dragon's heart within my heart, I was made with the lives of five Dragons.’

The lives of five Dragons and their hearts.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Cale lowered his head. He could feel a heart beating louder than usual.

It was not his heart but Raon’s.

Cale could tell that Raon was anxious and flustered based on how his heart was beating.

That was what helped him return to his senses.

Pat. Pat.

Cale patted Raon's back.

He continued to hear the white Dragon’s voice as he did that.

“There were two children.”

One black egg. And one red egg.

“One was very big and gave off a strong presence. He was so strong that he could affect all of the mana around him even while in his egg.”

The white Dragon made eye contact with Cale.

“It was as if he was born with both of the Dragons’ presences in one.”

A faint smile appeared on the white Dragon’s face.

"And the other child was small. The size of his egg was smaller than normal too. That egg was very weak.”

The white Dragon's short front paws gathered together. It was as if she had something precious on top of her two paws.

“I could feel just how small and weak the child inside the egg was.”

The atmosphere around the white Dragon who was looking down at her empty paws instantly changed.

Squeeze.

Choi Han subconsciously placed his hand on his scabbard. The cold presence was giving him a sense of danger.

However, the white Dragon continued on as if she did not notice.

“I realized something at that moment.”

Pat. Pat.

Raon was listening carefully as Cale continued to pat his back.

What did the white Dragon, what did this illusion figure out?

“Because one child was too weak and one child was too strong... I realized that it would take them both a long time to break out of their eggs and come out into the world.”

One child was too weak to be called a Dragon.

The other child was even stronger than the Lord when she was young.

Regardless of the reason, the only thing she could tell was that both of them would take a very long time to hatch.

“I only had about two hundred years left of my lifespan at that point.”

Flinch.

Raon's body started to shake.

Raon clenched his eyes closed even though his face was already buried up against Cale.

The white Dragon watched Raon's back with a sad expression on his face.

She had to say as much as she could because she did not have much time left.

“It would be great if they would be born within 200 years, but I had to prepare for their futures just in case they didn’t.”

The white Dragon’s wings started to move.

She flew toward Cale.

“Until the child could break out of the egg and hatch. I needed a strong spell that would be able to stand a long period of time.”

The white Dragon put her front paw on top of Raon's back.

She then started to whisper.

“I needed to make it so that the children could live happily without lacking anything whenever they hatched.”

Raon opened his eyes.

He then turned his head.

The white Dragon looked young, but her eyes seemed to show traces of her long life. The white Dragon started to smile brightly once she made eye contact with Raon.

The white Dragon continued to speak.

“That weak and small child is in front of me now.”

The black egg.

The child who was born extremely weak in comparison to the red egg.

The small child she had been worried would disappear without even being able to hatch.

Although she was just an illusion, the white Dragon who held all of her memories could not help but smile.

It was because she could not cry.

She felt it as soon as she saw him.

‘This is my child.’

That was an emotion that even a Dragon could not explain, however, she was certain about it.

The white Dragon continued to smile brightly toward the clear dark blue eyes that were looking at her.

Raon turned his head back into Cale’s chest.

Cale could feel his chest starting to get wet. He heard a calm and low voice ask a question.

“...How did your castle end up like this, ma’am?”

It was Eruhaben.

Cale had never heard Eruhaben speaking respectfully to anyone before.

Although he was being respectful, he was still going to ask what was on his mind.

The destroyed castle interior.

However, the real meaning behind the question was not about the destroyed castle.

‘How did you lose Raon and the red egg?’

“An oath of death.”

It was an extremely strong oath the white Dragon asked the God of Death to make.

“The oath was made with the title of Dragon Slayer.”

It was a strong and cruel oath that could be continued on to future generations of Dragon Slayers.

She then explained the contents.

“Do not harm this castle nor anything inside it. Do not get in their way. Do not negatively influence them. Most importantly, do not harm my children in any way. However, you may fight with them if they show you ill will.”

The Dragon Slayer who had been the white Dragon's close friend had accepted the conditions of this oath.

The white Dragon had been extremely helpful to him and his village. It was also an oath that was not harmful as long as they did not go against it.

Cale observed the white Dragon's eyes.

“...What would happen if they went against the oath?”

The white Dragon calmly answered back.

Her low voice reached everyone’s ears.

“The moment a Dragon Slayer who breaks this vow appears...”

An oath of death.

The punishment for going against this strong oath.

What kind of punishment would the White Star have received?

“Your family, tribe, and anyone precious to you will die.”

Cale's shoulders slightly flinched.

Everyone was looking at the white Dragon now.

The white Dragon just calmly continued on.

Their family and anyone precious to them would die.

“Only you will be left alone in a world without anyone precious to you, in a world where you cannot cherish anything ever again.”

Left alone in the world where they lost everyone. They would live forever without being able to cherish anything ever again.

Anyone or anything. Nothing could be cherished ever again.

“You will never be able to experience the peace that eternal death has to offer, you will face the most painful death over and over and feel the pain of living over and over again without being able to rest.”

“Ah.”

Cale let out a gasp.

He felt as if all of his strength was leaving his body.

He finally felt like he got it.

The White Star, a reincarnator.

He understood how the White Star ended up being able to reincarnate over and over.

At the same time, a question filled his mind.

It was a question that came up because he clearly remembered everything that happened with the Dragon half-blood.

It was the conversation he had with the Super Rock while walking down the temple corridor on Wind Island to find the top's whip.

‘The White Star was destroyed on the day I died.’

10,000 years ago.

The end of ancient times.

The Super Rock had said that he had fought against the White Star with other ancient power wielders.

That was 10,000 years ago.

However, the White Star had only been reincarnating for 1,000 years. He had said so himself, and it was accurate based on the current situation.

In that case, who was the ‘White Star’ that the Super Rock fought against?

The Super Rock had said the following about that person.

‘At that time, that person had all five natural attributes along with the sky attribute.’

However, the White Star did not have an earth-attribute ancient power right now.

He heard the Super Rock’s voice in his mind at that moment.

- Cale.

Cale started to frown after hearing what the Super Rock said next.

- The ‘White Star’ of ancient times is a different being than the current White Star. Even though their names are the same.

‘...Their names are the same, but they are different people?’

- The White Star of ancient times had his soul destroyed. The ancient powers in his possession were scattered in the world. I'm certain of it.

The White Star of ancient times is different than the current White Star.

‘So then how is it that the two of them are acting so similar?’

- Cale, I think that the current White Star is mimicking the ancient White Star.

Those words hit Cale hard.

He then heard the white Dragon’s voice.

“The last Dragon Slayer. The one you call the White Star destroyed this castle and stole the eggs.”

The white Dragon continued to speak.

Cale felt chills throughout his body but could not look away from the white Dragon.

The white Dragon held back the full details for Raon, but shared a portion of what happened 1,000 years ago.

The bastard who destroyed the inside of the castle and stole the eggs.

“The oath of death struck down on that bastard.”

The white Dragon could not forget that moment.

The bastard who would lose everything he cherished...

The bastard who would never be able to cherish anything ever again...

The bastard who would never be able to experience the peace and rest that death has to offer...

The bastard who would continue to face the cruelest of deaths and pain while repeating his sad and tiring life...

“He was smiling.”

That bastard had been smiling.

“He said that he was waiting for this. He smiled while saying that he was waiting for this oath.”

He had smiled extremely brightly after destroying the castle and holding the two eggs in his arms.

“He said this would let him become a stronger existence than the Dragons and rule the world.”

He then laughed out loud.

The corners of the white Dragon's lips were slightly shaking.

“I could only watch all of that in my sealed form.”

Cale could see the white Dragon who was frowning without laughing nor crying.

And once their eyes met...

“...That bastard, he is alive, right?”

Cale could feel the intense anger buried deep inside the white Dragon’s eyes.