Trash of the Count's Family (1-200)

Chapter 77 - A Good Person (3)

They were taking the bait.
All of the members of Litana's group had odd expressions on their faces while they were watching Cale, who slowly walked to a corner of the cave and sat down.

"Thank you for giving me a place to stay tonight."

It was a gentle and respectful tone. Naturally, Cale was the one who said it.
Litana shook her head at the average looking red-haired man.

"It is only normal between travelers. You seem to be cold from the rain, so please rest by the fire."

However, her subordinates remained wary of him. Even if he looked shabby from the rain, he was still a stranger.

– What rain! He wasn't hit by rain at all! I did it with warm water!

Raon was complaining about what Litana said.
Cale had ripped his raincoat nearby the cave while Raon used warm water and temperature maintaining magic on him before he moved toward the cave.
Cale patted On's back for acting her part well.

Meeeow.

On seemed to be anxious as she looked up at Cale.
Litana was looking at the two of them with a stealthily sharp gaze.

'He doesn't seem like a normal person.'

Litana didn't sense it when her subordinate had pointed his spear at Cale earlier, but taking another look at Cale, the person in front of her had a different feel than a traveler or adventurer.

He seemed healthy, but his posture and walk made it clear that he had not practice any sort of martial arts. However, he did not seem like he was a mage nor any other type of strong individual either.

Her intuition was spot on.

– You seem as strong as the tip of my claw again.

Cale's body was surrounded by the Dominating Aura right now.

While Litana was observing Cale, Cale was also observing Litana through the corner of his eye.

The people of the Southern Jungle, otherwise known as the Southerners, were known for their bronze skin and firm physique. Having a natural location like the jungle as their home, they were very close to nature.

Close to nature.
That closeness to nature developed into a very different culture when comparing the Whipper Kingdom's citizens and the Southerners of the Jungle.

While the Whipper Kingdom developed a sense of, 'survival of the fittest,' and, 'struggle,' the Southerners developed a sense of, 'win-win,' and, 'leader and followers.'

An awkward silence filled the cave. The voice that broke the silence was Cale's casual voice.

"The rain seems to be getting stronger. We should leave the forest tomorrow, right, On?"

The expression on the man's face as he gently spoke to the kitten was as warm as the fire. However, On was looking at him with disbelief.

– ...Why are you acting like this?

Raon was confused as well.
Litana and her subordinates all looked toward Cale with stiff expressions. Litana was able to make a guess based on what the man had just said.
"Umm, Mr.-."
"You can just call me Cale."
"Yes, Mr. Cale."

Litana could see that the man had a magic bag on him, but did not have a sword or anything else, as if he had just come into the forest for a stroll. He also seemed to know his way around.

He had an odd atmosphere around him.

She suddenly thought of something.

'...Is he a dragon?'