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

“Unfortunately, no.”

closer to that information

“Ron.”

while they were apart. He felt a sense of pressure

cut off

was a young mage who seemed to be cutting the arms of all

Han flinched and

“Crazy bastard.”

words were coming out

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

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

mage that led

was a good chance it was

to cast magic with one hand and cut off

something

to be 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 reason

this

of this rotting smell that was filling the

the smell of

question. That smile made Cale frustrated and he immediately walked over and pulled off the blanket covering

“Ah.”

a gasp

hit by

to poison. There was a slimy fluid on

Cale had

“Mermaid poison.”

Ron looked toward Cale.

the ones who

that revelation. He

be honest, he

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

chose not to

Because it

to get involved with them. If he somehow ended up finding out their identity, he needed to tell Choi Han. That would complicate things even

to let it go. It had

“Damn bastards.”

wouldn’t let them run wild

like this made Cale realize something. Ron was

It was

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

“Is it the ocean?”

“It is an island.”

between the Western and

“Choi Han.”

“Yes sir.”

It was because he was feeling guilty. He felt that the reason that the blood-crazy mage Redika had done this was because of what he had done to

“What are you doing?”

gaze away after hearing

useless things and

things. Choi Han knew that Cale had realized what he

to go

to grab the blueprint for the ship

was not showing any anger. He

Han left faster than ever as he left the

was

“Young master-nim?”

indifference continued as he

will go with me

to grumble

an assassin come back

“I am still alive.”

contents of

I am still alive. You are alive as well, right, young master?

out

yours is still alive at least.

“…Yes sir.”

energy. Cale put his hand

up and go repack our bags. Grab everyone as

words made Beacrox quickly turn his head around and look at

at least get rid of

no known cure. Beacrox, who specialized in torture and

same for Ron. That was the reason why he came to see his son. He returned home, to his second hometown, to see his son one last time

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

feeling no pain. It was only possible because the

is a way to

proper man, stuttered.

“Move quickly.”

Rosalyn was supposed to figure out in the

worry. Your father still has many

it jokingly, it did not feel

words, Cale’s expression was stiffer

‘Damn it.’