Trash of the Count's Family

“Destroy? Destroy what?”

Hilsman asked in confusion, but Cale ignored him and walked out of the bar.

He walked directly from the third floor of the bar to the entrance.

Many people watched Cale as he walked forward without any issues. The majority of them were residents of the Gyerre territory, who were shocked that Cale could still walk without any issues even after drinking all day.

Hilsman was also amazed at this before he noticed an empty bottle in Cale's hand and ran after him in shock.

“Y, young master-nim!”

“What is it?”

“Please, put the b, bottle down first ……!”

“Ah.”

He had forgotten about it.

He had forgotten that he was holding a bottle.

Swish.

Cale lifted the bottle up.

“Ahh!”

Hilsman recalled something that had happened two years ago. He recalled the trash that threw bottles at the gangsters within the Henituse territory. Hilsman had to take care of the aftermath at that time.

“…Are you drunk?”

“Excuse me?”

Cale frowned and stared at Hilsman, who had raised both arms in the air before handing the bottle over to Ron.

“Ron.”

“Yes sir.”

The bottle disappeared and Cale left the bar. Ron handed the waiter the bottle and payment for Cale's drinks before leisurely following behind Cale. He naturally made sure to grab the Vice Captain, who was standing there with a blank expression.

“Mr. Ron, what is young master-nim trying to destroy?”

Hilsman had been more respectful to Ron ever since he had learned of Ron's abilities. A hidden expert. That was Hilsman’s opinion of Ron.

“I'm not sure.”

The servant responded benignly.

“Wouldn’t he be talking about destroying houses?”

“…Excuse me?”

“Alright, let us go.”

Hilsman urgently chased after Cale with Ron. He caught up and stood right next to Cale, who was standing at the center of the bridge with a completely sober expression.

‘…The young master-nim is someone who does things on a large scale!’

Hilsman knew that Cale had said many times that he was going to do things lightly and destroyed many things in the process. That was why he was debating what he should do.

He heard Cale's voice at that moment.

“Vice Captain.”

“Yes, young master-nim.”

Hilsman looked toward Cale, who was looking down at the flowing river.

It was an artistic sight, with the red-haired Cale standing between the river and sky that had both been dyed red by the sunset.

There were not many people crossing the bridge due to the time of day.

Actually, there were never many people crossing this bridge between the slums and the shopping district.

Hilsman could hear Cale’s voice that was extremely quiet such that only those close to him could hear it.

“Apparently a noble household’s butler heads to the slums in order to bring food to the poor every so often.”

It was an unexpected story, but the Vice Captain listened to it and responded back.

“What a good butler.”

“Yes. Although, that butler is a staff member of the household that kidnaps citizens of the southwest region and sells them off as slaves.”

“…Excuse me?”

Cale looked toward the slums across the bridge.

“That butler just headed over to the slums. He was heading toward the ten houses where the citizens are imprisoned in the basement.”

‘Need to destroy them.’

Vice Captain Hilsman slowly realized what Cale was planning on destroying.

“Hilsman.”

“Yes sir.”

“What do you think about it?”

Cale waited for Hilsman’s answer, and the knight soon responded back.

“A knight takes action whenever he sees injustice.”

Hilsman added another statement once Cale looked toward him.

“However, if it is something related to our liege, we will hold ourselves back regardless of what it is.”

“Is that part of the Knight’s Creed as well?”

“No sir, it is my personal thoughts.”

A knight takes action whenever he sees injustice unless it is something related to his liege.

It could seem unfair, but that was Knight Hilsman’s personal creed.

Cale did not look negatively upon Hilsman’s personal creed, as Hilsman was someone who made it to the level of Vice Captain in the Henituse Estate that valued, ‘us,’ first.

Cale stopping leaning on the bridge and started to speak.

“Then let’s not hold back now.”

“Yes sir!”

Cale looked toward the shopping district on the other side.

Freesia was sending him a signal.

This signal was the one that said that the people who were following Cale had returned to their master.

Their master was naturally Antonio Gyerre.

There was no way Antonio would not put a tail on Cale. Cale had decided to make his move in the open while knowing that Antonio had done this.

the first house across the bridge. The ten houses

in front

“Hello?”

the yard cautiously spoke while looking at Cale, who seemed

time, he had a look of despair as if he realized that he had

middle-aged

“Do you live alone?”

I

“Is that so?”

and

entire

“Excuse me?”

give you 10

“10. 9.”

at Cale’s counting before urgently moving after seeing Cale stop counting in order to make a

you think this noble’s words

man instantly go

the street. The other people living in

like a crazy noble is

The middle-aged man bringing his family out felt the same

his wife, two sons, and

master-nim, this is

man was shaking and his family seemed pitiful. At the same time, the Black Dragon started to speak in Cale’s

A lot of them. There are

Black Dragon’s

look so thin. I think they have been starved. They are also dirty. I don’t think they have been able to wash themselves

speak

ones were beating the people in the basement until just now. I want to

the middle-aged man claimed were his children. His gaze made them lower their heads

asked the middle-aged man a

it’s just the five of

to speak as he

entire family out as

are not his family. They were calling each other leader and assistant

as a lie detector without even

the middle-aged man without much reaction. That gaze made the middle-aged man who had been bowing peek up and

Cale was smiling.

crazy noble who seemed to be

I get myself

middle-aged man could see the Chryshi butler in the distance, who shook his

the noble’s voice at

be nobody inside the house

man knew the slaves were inside but did not say

the noble, Cale, was beyond

old. It is very

he was throwing a stone

going to

“…Excuse me?”

believed he had heard something wrong. However, the noble in front of

is it? I’ll give you a new house. Is

“Well, you see…”

been standing silently stepped forward. He still did not speak. He just clicked the sword in his scabbard a couple of

kind of

middle-aged man could

house, it was still a good house for being in the slums as it was right across from the shopping

suddenly

at

will destroy it in

trafficker was

there were people inside. The slaves in the

“5.”

started

“4.”

butler turned

“3.”

his way of saying, ‘let’s forget

“2.”

suddenly

this young noble destroy

one knight

“1.”

to that question was soon

“0.”

countdown as the

a shield on the basement as well as the entrance to the

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

made the

Oooooooong-

then heard a rumbling

same time, the noble reached out with

Paaaat!

a pair of

could also see

“…Huh?”

with wings surrounded the

make it so other people could not see

Silver shield.

southwest region was far from the capital, the middle-aged man, as well as the baron’s butler in the distance, were both familiar with this

“…Perhaps?”

about

the famous noble

just mindset. Since they were in the Gyerre territory that was close to the Empire, it was even

“…Cale Henituse?”

butler gasped as soon as

Poke.

sharp blade was at his

say our young master’s name

wearing a mask, lightly poked

‘Something is wrong.’

that something must be wrong. His thoughts

you really going

man started to speak to Cale with a pale expression before closing his

gaze of a drunk

had been so focused on the red face that he

say anything after seeing Cale’s cold gaze, as well as the crowd that was looking

gave the

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

seconds had already

shield started to

my magic

with Raon’s magic fell on the house that was surrounded by the

Crack.

the sound of

started to get louder and

Boooom-

was rumbling as the

“Ah.”

middle-aged man stumbled before falling on the ground from the rumbling. He had a blank expression as the wind and dust blew past his face. He could see the house crumbling to the ground through

‘The stupid slaves!’

slaves he needed to sell

be crushed to death as it was