Trashes of the Counts' Families || Trash of the Count's Family || OC

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"Henituse-nim and Thornwin-nim, this is the best room we have," the old man said, opening the door, the kittens rushed in and started jumping on the bed. "Mr. Hans said you like sleeping in the same room together, so we moved an extra bed in."

Adara's eyes travelled the room frantically. Second story, 3 windows, two beds, restroom to the side. It was an instinct.

Cale raised his eyebrow at what Hans had said. Sending a look at Adara, she made an 'I'll explain later' gesture. "Seems acceptable."

It really was acceptable, the exterior was old and rusty like the rest of the architecture in the village, but it had everything you would ever need inside. Though the room was a bit cramped because of the two beds. Adara thought the reason it was so nice inside was probably that merchants who were on their way to the Wealthy Henituse Territory stayed at this inn to rest after their travels.

The old man bowed. "This is the first time we have had a noble staying with us, let alone two. Please look favourably upon us, Henituse-nim and Thornwin-nim, even if it is lacking quite a bit and just consider it as a place where lesser beings live."

Adara frowned at his wording. "Lesser beings?" she repeated. The old man flinched, he was more comfortable around them than with Venion Stan, but he still seemed scared that they were nobles. "Between humans? There is no such thing," she remarked. The old man nearly dropped his jaw. "We are all human, are we not? It does not matter if one has more influence and money, and one does not. Frankly," she admitted, "I'd rather be the daughter of an inn owner, than the daughter of a Count. And 'Young Master' and 'Young Mistress' are fine, no need to use our last names."

The old man could not believe his ears.

"Old man," Cale said, patting his shoulder to calm him down. He wasn't sure why but he was getting more agitated after hearing Adara's words. "Relax. We do not like people who put themselves down like that. This is the place where people who come and go from our territory stay to rest. There is no way such a place will be lacking."

The old man's eyes started to shake. He wet his upper lip with his tongue before finally speaking, even if he did hesitate. "Young Master and Mistress, are there a lot of good people like you two in the Henituse and Thornwin Territory?"

Cale made a face. "What the hell are you talking about?"

The old man blinked. "Excuse me?"

"We are the biggest Trash in our respective Territories, probably in the whole Western Continent, almost everyone you will find will have a better personality than us," Adara said.

The old man let out a gasp. On and Hong, who were currently on the couch, were meowing and shaking their heads, and though Cale and Adara saw them, they didn't think much of their actions.

Cale dismissed him. "You can go do what you have to do." The old man bowed deeply and left the room. Adara debated telling him not to do that, but the old man was already stiff and she didn't want to make him more scared.

Cale turned to Adara, getting straight to the point. "What did Hans mean?"

She shrugged. "Sometimes we would sleep in the same bed. The servants thought it improper, 'since we're a girl and a boy' and 'if we really want to sleep in the same bed we'd need to be married first'." She rolled her eyes. "I think they thought we were fucking. But they tried to move a bed in his room so we could at least sleep in the same room after Cale threw a tantrum and broke a few glasses. Which didn't work since your room is a bit too small for two beds, so they just abandoned the whole idea and made me sleep in a bed far away from him. Though there's still a misconception that we like to sleep in the same room," she finished her explanation.