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

“Unfortunately, no.”

any closer

“Ron.”

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

off your

mage who seemed to be cutting the

flinched and looked toward

“Crazy bastard.”

harsh words were coming out of

on Harris Village, the ones to give Raon over

knew the person who cut off Ron’s

led the

good chance it was the blood crazy

was able to cast magic with one hand and cut off people’s arms,

how could something

clenched. However, there was something else Cale needed to verify. Ron was strong and his specialties were

is this rotting

out the identity of

smell of

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

“Ah.”

Han let out a gasp and Beacrox started

hit by some

slowly turning black due to poison. There was a slimy fluid on it as well. Choi Han had never seen

Cale had seen

“Mermaid poison.”

Ron looked toward Cale.

ones who were helping the

he came to that revelation. He

be honest, he had suspected

secret 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 from the

chose not to think

Because it

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

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

“Damn bastards.”

he wouldn’t let them run wild in

like this made Cale realize

oddly affectionate to those under his command. It was because he was only able to survive thanks to

anything after seeing this angry expression on Cale’s face. They

“Is it the ocean?”

“It is an island.”

many islands between the Western and Eastern

“Choi Han.”

“Yes sir.”

feeling guilty. He felt that the reason that

“What are you doing?”

to turn his gaze away after

things and go call Mueller

realized what he was thinking

need to go

blueprint for the

anger. He just gave the order

Choi Han left faster than ever as

was confused that Cale was suddenly talking about

“Young master-nim?”

as he responded

go with me

started to grumble a

assassin come back

“I am still alive.”

the contents of Ron’s

are alive as well, right,

let out

is still alive at

“…Yes sir.”

Cale put his

up and go repack our bags.

Beacrox quickly turn

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 than

why he came to see his son. He returned

thanks to Ron’s immunity to many poisons as well as the highest-grade potions from Count Deruth that were preventing his flesh from drying up and

feeling no

there is a

and proper man,

“Move quickly.”

the novel,

father still has

it jokingly, it did not

words, Cale’s expression

‘Damn it.’