Trash of the Count's Family

The man could feel someone gently tapping his body. The rough hand made the man think of the hands of an exhausted parent. It was that warm.

“Young master, it is morning.”

But the voice was very profound. The man felt chills throughout his body and his eyes subconsciously opened. Rather than the bright sunlight coming in through the window to warm the man’s eyes, what he saw was an old man standing there with a satisfied expression.

“It is surprising to see you wake up after a single attempt.”

“Huh?”

“The master wishes to dine with the young master since it has been a while. It looks like it will be possible today.”

The man could see a mirror past the old man’s shoulder. Inside the mirror was a red-haired man who seemed to be confused looking back at him.

‘I guess that guy is me.’

“Young master Cale?”

The man turned toward the source of the worried voice to find the old man, who looked like a servant, looking toward him. But that concerned man was not the problem.

The man clearly heard it.

Young Master Cale. It was a familiar name. He slowly blurted out the name.

“Cale Henituse?”

The old servant was looking at him like he was looking at his own grandson.

“Yes. That is your name, young master. I’m guessing you are still a bit drunk.”

Listening to the concerned response of the old man, the man naturally thought about a name that was even more important than the name Cale Henituse.

“...Beacrox.”

“Are you talking about my son?”

“...Chef.”

“Yes. My son is the chef. Do you need him to make something for your hangover?”

The man felt his surroundings turn dark and he started to feel dizzy. He lowered his head and put it into his hand.

“Young master, are you still drunk? Should I call the doctor? Or will you wash right now?”

The man looked at the red hair that was falling in front of his face. It was a bright red color, much too different from his original black hair.

Cale Henituse. Beacrox. Beacrox’s dad, Ron.

They were the characters that appeared at the beginning of [The Birth of a Hero], the novel the man was reading before he fell asleep last night.

He jerked his head up and looked around. He could see the bedroom that was completely different from a typical Korean design. It made the man think about Europe. Every single thing in the room was extremely extravagant and luxurious.

“Young master?”

The man responded to Ron, the old man who was pretending to be concerned and worried.

“Cold water.”

“Excuse me?”

He needed something to clear his mind. He could see the face of Cale Henituse in the mirror behind old man Ron.

‘Still looks normal.’

‘I guess Cale hasn’t been beaten to a pulp by the main character just yet. ‘

His handsome face caught his attention.

The man had become Cale Henituse when he opened his eyes.

Cale Henituse. The trash who was beaten to a pulp by the main character in the beginning of [The Birth of a Hero]. That was who he was.

“Young master, I presume you will not be bathing in cold water. Are you asking for drinking water?”

Cale turned his gaze toward Ron. Ron may be pretending to be a benign old man, but he was actually hiding his true identity as a cruel and vicious individual.

the

get me some drinking

cold

prepare it right

“Great. Thanks.”

an odd expression on his face, but Cale

***

warm water in the room. Once he was left alone, Cale got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. If he really was inside of the

lot of interest in his appearance and physique, had this mirror set up in

body. It wouldn’t be

“I really am Cale.”

Birth of a Hero] was very descriptive about each of the character’s appearance. That was why the man had no choice

are surprised and shocked? Cale, no, Kim Rok Soo, calmly thought

of on his phone, so he went to the library to check out some

before he fell asleep. But when he woke

go the way

Once he got past the point of shock, his mind had calmed back down. He started to remember the contents of volume

of

their trials and growth. The main character was, naturally, Korean. He was a student who had been transported into the world when he was

“... This is bad?”

be beaten into a pulp by such a person. The important thing, however, was that he had not been beaten

full of warm water. He leaned against the tub and looked up at the ceiling. It was that expensive marble that was described in the novel. The estate that Cale lived

as he looked toward the

there’s much I’ll

life as Kim Rok Soo. There really wasn’t much to it. He was an orphan and didn’t have much money. He also didn’t have a person he loved to

could

orphan after both of his parents passed away from

was, even if he was rolling in a pile of dog shit,

first make sure I don’t get

it was in the novel right now, but he was sure that he

the scar on my

and causing a ruckus. He was flinging things around and got stabbed on his side by

didn’t taste good and threw a tantrum. He meets the

“Mm.”

crossed his arms and

main character, Choi Han, has many fateful encounters and overcomes a lot of trials to grow into a hero along with his party

for him to prove that he is a hero will begin. The Roan Kingdom that Cale currently lives in, as well as many other locations in the Eastern and Western continents,

man who became Cale. His life motto was pretty

long without pain. Enjoying the

Living a peaceful life.

out the fact that I get beaten up, the

book without any issue. Cale relaxed in the warm

“It’s worth trying.”

was much better than when he was Kim Rok Soo. The location of this estate was also in the corner of the Western Continent, making it an ideal location to avoid the war. In the novel itself, there were many nobles who managed to avoid the influences of war. Even if he could not completely

are you inside

from the Eastern Continent by sea. He pretended to be a benign old man, but the true Ron

I’ll be

informally to the old man. Cale realized what he

to push that old man to

treated Cale like a puppy you left alone because you felt bad for it. He was smiling gently, but there was not an ounce of care about

on as he quickly exited the bathroom. Ron was standing there with a

here

walked past the old man. He did not want to make

“Great, thanks.”

again, but Cale had already walked past him. Cale

too many

were either strong individuals or

the strength to

in the continent that will soon be filled with war, you needed a decent

He was thinking about the ones that would help him live long without pain. There were a couple that came to mind. He just needed

start to dress

“Oh, right. Thanks.”

not notice that Ron had a stoic expression unlike his usual self as he looked at the

“Ah, something simple today.”

that let you relax comfortably were the

“Yes, young master.”

servant in charge of the attires quickly pulled out some simple clothes and Cale changed into the simplest of them all. He lightly frowned after finishing getting dressed. Even

the mirror

and