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

16

While the light was only beginning to appear and the day had only started, for the fortunate. The unfortunate were working ever since they could move, going in and out of the Territory, reporting to their Officials, checking on the witnesses, trying to figure out who had stolen their precious dragon, interrogating the suspects; the day would not end.

The Vice Captain, Hilsman, was being interrogated by one of those unfortunates. He looked like he had not drunk a single drop of alcohol the night before, while both Adara and Cale looked like they had the worst hangovers ever and they hadn't even gotten drunk. The unfortunate he was talking to, was one of the mid-levelled knights they had fought the day before. Adara noticed with a hidden glee in her eyes that his right arm was missing. It looked like it had a lot of health potions thrown onto it. Though maybe they weren't the highest-grade potions, maybe mid-grade potions, probably lower. She could smell the rotting flesh.

Adara knew that while she had cut off his arm, he had still tried to fight Choi Han with his left hand. It didn't work, he had fallen because of the pain before he could properly raise his sword against Choi Han. Choi Han had done him a favour, making him pass out.

Choi Han was walking down the stairs, and he stiffened up as soon as he saw the knight. Adara and Cale were walking down behind him, Cale kicked the back of Choi Han's foot, while Adara dug her nails into his shoulder.

"Why are you stiffening up like that?" they whispered, leaning in. 

Choi Han blinked, realising the nobles he was set to protect were behind him. "Ah," he flinched. Red was creeping up his neck as he smiled awkwardly. "I thought I had used enough strength to make them unable to fight for about a day, but they are up and moving much earlier than I expected. I guess I thought the human body was much weaker than it actually is. I guess I can use more strength against humans in the future."

Adara nodded. "Use just enough that they don't die," she murmured. "Unless they hurt us first. Then go all out." She took her hand off his shoulder at that, leaning away as if she had never spoken to him in the first place.

Choi Han nodded at her words and continued walking as if he had never stiffened up in the first place. Cale watched them with a deadpan expression. How vicious, he thought. Adara turned to look at him and flashed him a smile. The kittens were behind them too, smiling as they looked at the knight and wagged their tails. They were clearly enjoying the situation. 

Adara and Cale moved to sit at their table. The inn owner brought them two bottles of alcohol, almost immediately. "Young Master and Mistress, I prepared the same alcohol you both enjoyed last night."

Cale smiled at the old man. "Old man, there is something that keeps coming to my mind whenever I see you."

The old man got nervous. "Yes?"

"I think you are a really smart vendor. It's a compliment. This is perfect for a hangover drink," he praised, lifting the bottle with a little shake.

Adara lifted her hand with the bottle in it. "I second that. This alcohol is truly delicious."

The inn owner nodded, walking away with a weird expression on his face. He was wondering how the two nobles could possibly be Trash. Sure, he thought, they do drink quite a lot. He looked behind him, watching as they poured a glass and downed it in one go, their cheeks flushing immediately. But their hearts are what matter. And they have big ones.

Adara could feel the heat getting to her face. It isn't enough, she thought, pouring another cup and downing that one too. She looked at Cale, purposefully making her eyes only half-opened, he was doing the same. He nodded, understanding that she was asking if she looked drunk enough. She nodded too, he did look quite drunk with his bright scarlet cheeks.