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.

able to determine the identity of this organization

“Unfortunately, no.”

was not any closer to

“Ron.”

increased while they were apart. He felt

cut off your

was a young mage who seemed to be cutting the arms

Han flinched and looked toward

“Crazy bastard.”

coming out of Cale’s

the secret organization that Cale knew about. This was the organization responsible for the attack on Harris Village, the ones to give Raon over to the

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

that led

a good chance it was the

didn’t know how Redika was able to cast magic with one hand and cut off people’s arms,

could something like

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

this rotting

to figure out the identity of

was the smell of rotting

smiled instead of answering the question. That smile made Cale frustrated and he

“Ah.”

Han let out a gasp and Beacrox

was hit by

were slowly turning black due to poison. There was a slimy fluid on it as well.

had seen

“Mermaid poison.”

Ron looked toward Cale.

were the ones who

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

he had suspected

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 from the Forest of Darkness

chose not to think

it was

If he somehow ended up finding

was why he just decided to let it go. It had nothing to do

“Damn bastards.”

he wouldn’t let them run wild

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

command. It was because he was only

on Cale’s face. They

“Is it the ocean?”

“It is an island.”

were many islands between the Western and Eastern

“Choi Han.”

“Yes sir.”

was feeling guilty. He felt

“What are you doing?”

away after hearing Cale’s voice.

about useless things and

knew that Cale had realized what he was thinking

to go bring Mr.

the blueprint for

not showing any anger. He just gave the

Choi Han left faster than ever as he left the

confused that Cale was suddenly

“Young master-nim?”

indifference continued as

go with me as

to grumble

assassin come

“I am still alive.”

the contents of Ron’s

You are alive as

out a

of yours is still alive at least.

“…Yes sir.”

any energy. Cale put his hand on Beacrox’s

our bags. Grab everyone

Beacrox quickly turn his head around and look

need to at least get rid of the

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

the 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

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

feeling no pain. It was only possible because the Henituse family

there is a

usually prim and proper man, stuttered. Cale repeated his

“Move quickly.”

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

Your father still has many years to

said it jokingly, it

words, Cale’s

‘Damn it.’