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

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[Slight mentions of suicide near the end]

"Really should have brought the wine," she mentioned again after two hours. The children hadn't taken their eyes off of the battle in that two hours.

By now, Lock was exhausted. He was staggering and huffing in the same way he had before he fully completed his transformation. Adara perked up, had he regained his consciousness?

Between huffs, he said, "Hyung."

That made Choi Han rush towards him immediately, even though the other was not completely out of his berserk state. "Lock!"

"Noo— Noona—," he said between more huffs.

This made Rosalyn rush over to hug Lock as well. Adara and Cale stood up. Slowly making their way to the trio. Lock was still covered in the dark blue fur of the Blue Wolves, but his eyes were much more focused. He was not hurt at all, but Rosalyn and Choi Han had small injuries that would heal quickly.

Lock leaned his head on Rosalyn— who was around half his height— before starting to cry. Adara kept her feelings out of her face, but she couldn't stop the familiar pang in her ribcage at the sight of the child crying. He was apologising, muttering the words like a chant.

Adara was glad for one thing, though. It was obvious his rationality returned. He had the textbook example of a perfect Berserk Mode Transformation, where he was able to overcome it and use his Berserk Mode as a weapon the next time he would need it. Of course, she had no intention of sending him into a battle anytime soon, anything a 13-year-old is able to do, she would be able to do just fine. In 2 years, when the war will start, he will be 15. Even then, he will not come back from the war with any trauma. Physical or mental, she decided firmly.

She watched as Lock turned into his human form, before starting to fall. It was over, he was back into the gangly kid he was before. Adara would've rushed over to catch him, but at that speed, it would be difficult for her to convince everyone that she was human. But she didn't need to worry since Choi Han caught him instead, preventing him from falling over. Lock's eyes were fluttering again, he was trying hard not to faint, still worried that he was in his berserk state.

As he was struggling, two humans came into his view. The shorter one of them, with long and curly black hair that flowed down like silk, was holding a red kitten with a silver one on her shoulder. The slightly taller one, with bright red hair, a colour that reminded him greatly of blood, was standing close to the other. Both of them were staring down at him with expressions not unkindly.

He recognised them as the two who had spoken the words of his uncle. These two unnamed people started to speak. Their words were said at the same time, their voices as one. It sounds nice, he remembered thinking. "You can rest now. It's all over now."

Processing their words, Lock finally relaxed. His eyes closed and he fainted. Choi Han wordlessly picked him up and carefully laid him back onto the stretcher. 

Cale took a potion out of the magic bag he brought and threw it towards Roslayn. She caught it, but her head tilted as she observed the potion. It is of a high grade, she observed. But she didn't mention it. "Potions don't work on Lock?" she asked.

Adara and Cale looked at her as if she had said the most obvious thing in the world. "Why would we give a potion to someone from the Wolf Tribe? It's for you. You struggled quite a bit."

Rosalyn stared at them. She had seen too many things and had too many things to ask the two, but she ignored all of them. "Thank you very much," she said instead.