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.”

was not any closer

“Ron.”

while they were apart. He felt a sense of pressure that made him want

off

seemed to be cutting

flinched and

“Crazy bastard.”

coming

the attack on Harris Village, the ones to give

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

led

a good chance it was the blood

how Redika was able to cast magic with one hand and cut off people’s arms, but there was a good chance that

how could something

However, there was something else Cale needed to verify. Ron was strong and his specialties were assassination and stealth. He was stronger

is this

figure out the identity of

was the smell of rotting

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

“Ah.”

gasp and Beacrox started to

was hit by

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

Cale had seen it

“Mermaid poison.”

Ron looked toward Cale.

ones who were helping

revelation. He

honest, he had

Forest of Darkness. It only made his suspicions stronger when they found that

chose not to think

Because it

involved with them. If he somehow ended up finding out their identity, he needed

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

“Damn bastards.”

wouldn’t let them run wild in

like this

to those under his command. It was because he was only able to survive thanks to the help he received from

Han could not say 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.”

arm. It was because he was feeling guilty. He felt that the reason that the blood-crazy mage Redika had

“What are you doing?”

away after hearing Cale’s voice.

thinking about useless things

that Cale had realized what he was thinking and

to go bring Mr.

grab the blueprint

anger. He just gave the order with

Choi Han left faster than ever as he

Cale was suddenly talking about a

“Young master-nim?”

continued as

will go with me as well. Be

then started to

can an assassin come

“I am still alive.”

contents of Ron’s

are alive as

let out

yours is still alive at least.

“…Yes sir.”

energy. Cale put his hand

repack our bags. Grab everyone as

quickly turn his head around and look

get rid of the

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

son. He returned

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

while feeling no

a way to cure

the usually prim and proper man, stuttered. Cale repeated his

“Move quickly.”

to figure out in the novel, but Cale had already used it once to save

worry. Your father still has many years to

it jokingly, it did not

Cale’s expression

‘Damn it.’