Trash of the Count's Family

“I somehow ended up like this.”

Ron’s benign smile was the same as always. However, his face was pale and full of small injuries. The rotting smell also got stronger as Cale got closer.

His left arm, starting from the shoulder area, was missing.

“Hans.”

“Yes sir.”

“Get out.”

“Excuse me?”

Cale looked at Hans, as well as the estate’s staff and his father’ subordinate, before clarifying.

“Everybody except Beacrox and Choi Han, get out.”

Hans hesitated for a moment, but quickly took everyone out of the room after seeing the expression on Cale’s face. Even On and Hong slowly moved back after seeing Cale’s gaze.

Meeeeow.

Meow.

The baby kittens On and Hong looked at Ron multiple times with anxious expressions before heading out of the bedroom.

The bedroom looked much bigger after those people left.

“Do you have enough strength to speak?”

Cale’s calm question floated toward Ron. Ron had a gentle smile on his face and did not seem to be hurting at all.

“Yes, young master-nim.”

“Then explain. How did you return like this when you went to hunt some foxes.”

Ron turned away from Cale and looked toward his son, Beacrox. Beacrox was on his knees by the bed, looking toward Ron’s empty shoulder.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have come back.’

But this was the only place that came to his mind. If he was going to die, he wanted to see his son and a couple other people one last time.

“I came across from the Eastern Continent. It was when Beacrox was very young.”

Ron started his story. He needed someone who would take care of his son.

“As you already know, I am an assassin. The Eastern Continent’s underworld has five famous assassin families. One of them was our family, the Molan family, and I was groomed to become the next head of household.”

“Father.”

Beacrox called out to Ron.

“Our family was destroyed by an organization called, ‘Arm.’ Everybody else died while I managed to avoid them and escape over to Western Continent with my son. I had been hiding my identity in order to survive.”

Sigh.

Ron let out a deep sigh. His face was very pale.

“It was because, although this organization called Arm rules the underworld, they were just a low-ranking organization. The core of their operation was elsewhere. I felt fear from the strength of this organization that was beyond what I could even fathom. That was why I have been living as a lowly servant.” [1]

Ron started to frown.

“But I caught onto their scent for the first time in tens of years.”

Beacrox flinched. Ron’s gaze headed past Cale to Choi Han who was standing there with a look of disbelief. The scent of Arm was on this twisted yet good bastard.

“Choi Han had the scent of, ‘Arm,’ on him when he first came to our castle.”

That was the reason Ron and Beacrox had attacked Choi Han when he first came over from Harris Village. He had the scent of, ‘Arm,’ on him.

Choi Han’s pupils started to shake.

“…Then the assassins I killed in Harris Village?”

“Yes, there is a good chance they were from Arm.”

Choi Han looked toward Cale as Ron continued to speak.

“I was able to figure out that they were stretching their reaches to the Western Continent when I went and investigated in the capital. It was more like a dog walking into a Tiger’s Den than hunting foxes.”

Ron wondered what gave him the confidence to go attack them, but knew that he would have done the same thing if he had the choice again. He needed to know what they were planning to do.

“While I was looking around, I ran into one of Arm’s attack squads and figured out what they were doing.”

He managed to get a bit of information after destroying that attack squad.

“However, I then somehow ended up losing my left arm and barely managed to escape with my life.” [2]

Ron had a bitter smile on his face. He was a mess. For someone who practiced a double daggers style that used both hands, this was a severe hit to his strength.

At that moment, Cale, who had been listening quietly, started to speak.

determine the identity of this

“Unfortunately, no.”

any closer to

“Ron.”

had increased while they were apart. He felt a sense of pressure that

off your

who seemed to be cutting the arms of all

Han flinched and looked

“Crazy bastard.”

words were coming out

the ones to give Raon over to the Marquis, the perpetrators for the capital’s Plaza Terror Incident, and the

person who cut off Ron’s arm as well. Choi Han

that led

it was the blood crazy mage,

thanks to Choi Han. Cale didn’t know how Redika was able to cast magic with one hand and cut off people’s arms, but

how could something like

in a state of chaos as he stood there with his fists clenched. However, there was something else Cale needed to verify. Ron was strong and his specialties were assassination and stealth. He was stronger than Redika. There had to be a

this rotting

out the identity of this rotting

was the smell of

That smile made Cale frustrated

“Ah.”

a gasp and

hit by some

poison. There was a slimy fluid on it

Cale had

“Mermaid poison.”

Ron looked toward Cale.

the ones who were helping

as he came to that revelation. He covered his eyes with

he had

organization was involved when the Whales first told him about the Forest of Darkness. It only made his suspicions stronger when they found that the ingredients

not

it

up finding out their identity, he needed to tell Choi Han. That

go. It had nothing to

“Damn bastards.”

let them run wild in

this assassin Ron. However, seeing him like this made Cale realize something.

was because he was only able to survive thanks to the help

and even Choi Han could not say anything after seeing this angry expression on Cale’s face. They had

“Is it the ocean?”

“It is an island.”

were many islands between the

“Choi Han.”

“Yes sir.”

could not take his eyes off of Ron’s arm. It was because he was feeling guilty. He felt that the reason that the blood-crazy mage Redika

“What are you doing?”

turn his gaze away after hearing

thinking about useless things and go

what he was thinking and bit down

need to

blueprint for the ship and

showing any anger. He just gave the

Han left faster than ever as he

Cale was suddenly talking

“Young master-nim?”

continued as he responded to

go with me as well.

started to

can an assassin

“I am still alive.”

recalled the contents of Ron’s

are alive as well, right,

let out a

yours is still

“…Yes sir.”

without any energy. Cale put his

repack our bags. Grab

Beacrox quickly turn his head around and look

at least get rid of the mermaid

the darkness attribute and there was no known cure. Beacrox, who specialized in torture and assassinations, knew this

son. He returned home, to his

as well as the highest-grade potions from Count Deruth that were preventing his flesh from drying up and the poison from

feeling no pain. It was only possible

a way to

proper man, stuttered. Cale repeated his order

“Move quickly.”

Rosalyn was supposed to figure out in the novel, but Cale had already used

still has

Cale said it jokingly, it did not

words, Cale’s

‘Damn it.’