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.

to determine the identity of this

“Unfortunately, no.”

closer to that information

“Ron.”

apart. He felt a sense of

off your

seemed to

and looked

“Crazy bastard.”

were coming out of

Village, the ones to give Raon over to the Marquis, the perpetrators

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

mage that led

a good chance it was the blood crazy mage,

lost his left arm and left eye 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 there was

how could something

needed to verify. Ron was strong and his specialties were assassination and stealth. He was stronger than Redika. There had to be a reason Ron got his arm

is this

to figure out the identity of this rotting smell that was

the smell of

the question. That smile made Cale frustrated and he immediately

“Ah.”

out a gasp and

was hit by some

a slimy fluid on it as well. Choi Han had never seen something like this

Cale had

“Mermaid poison.”

Ron looked toward Cale.

were the ones who

to that revelation. He covered his eyes with his

be honest, he had

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

he chose not to think about

it was

want to get involved with them. If he somehow ended up finding out

why he just decided to let it go. It had nothing to do with his future

“Damn bastards.”

wouldn’t let them run wild

like this made Cale

those under his command. It was because he was only able

expression on Cale’s face. They had never seen such a look on Cale’s face before. Cale put the blanket back

“Is it the ocean?”

“It is an island.”

were many islands between

“Choi Han.”

“Yes sir.”

off of Ron’s arm. It was because he was feeling guilty. He felt that the reason that the blood-crazy mage Redika had done

“What are you doing?”

away after hearing Cale’s voice.

thinking about useless things and go call Mueller

Han knew that Cale had realized what he was thinking and

just need to go

Tell him to grab the blueprint for the ship and hurry

not showing any anger. He just gave the

faster than ever as he left the

confused that Cale was

“Young master-nim?”

as he responded to

me as well. Be

then started to grumble

can an assassin

“I am still alive.”

the contents of Ron’s

are alive as well,

let out

yours is still

“…Yes sir.”

any energy. Cale

repack our bags. Grab everyone

made Beacrox quickly turn his head around and

to at least get

attribute and there was no known cure. Beacrox,

came to see his son. He returned home, to his second hometown, to see his son one last time before

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

some strength while feeling no pain.

there is a way

man,

“Move quickly.”

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

father still

it jokingly, it did

his words, Cale’s expression was stiffer

‘Damn it.’