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

“Unfortunately, no.”

not any closer to

“Ron.”

aura had increased while they were apart. He felt a sense

off

a young mage who seemed to be

flinched and

“Crazy bastard.”

were coming out

was probably 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 Marquis, the perpetrators for the capital’s Plaza Terror Incident, and the attack on the

knew the person who cut off

that led the

it was the blood crazy mage,

to

how could something like this

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 Ron got his arm chopped off and had to

this

of this rotting smell that was

was the smell of rotting

smile made Cale frustrated and he

“Ah.”

gasp and Beacrox started to

was hit

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

Cale had seen

“Mermaid poison.”

Ron looked toward Cale.

the ones who were helping the

came to that revelation. He covered his eyes with his

be honest, he had suspected

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

he chose not

Because it was

somehow ended up finding out their identity, he needed

decided to let it go. It had nothing to do with

“Damn bastards.”

he wouldn’t let them run wild

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

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

Ron, and even Choi Han could not say anything after seeing this angry expression on Cale’s face. They

“Is it the ocean?”

“It is an island.”

islands between the Western and Eastern

“Choi Han.”

“Yes sir.”

take his eyes 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 this

“What are you doing?”

after hearing Cale’s voice. Cale then

about useless things and

realized what he was

just need to go

the blueprint for the

not showing any anger. He just gave the order with

Choi Han left faster than ever as

confused that Cale was

“Young master-nim?”

indifference continued as he responded

go with me as

to

assassin

“I am still alive.”

contents of Ron’s messages

still alive. You are alive as well,

let out a

mouth of yours is still alive at least.

“…Yes sir.”

any energy. Cale put his

our bags. Grab everyone

words made Beacrox quickly turn his head around and look

least get rid of the

there was no known cure. Beacrox, who specialized

to see his son. He returned home, to his second hometown,

poisons as well as the highest-grade potions from Count Deruth that were preventing his flesh from

have some strength while feeling no pain.

a way to

proper man, stuttered. Cale repeated

“Move quickly.”

figure out in the

Your father still has many years

said it jokingly, it did

his words, Cale’s expression was stiffer

‘Damn it.’