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.

walk toward one of the shabby houses. It was the first house across the bridge. The ten houses continued on in a zig-zag pattern starting

front

“Hello?”

middle-aged man in front of the yard cautiously spoke while looking at Cale, who seemed

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

asked the middle-aged man

“Do you live alone?”

me? No. I live with my

“Is that so?”

and continued

your entire

“Excuse me?”

give

“10. 9.”

before urgently moving after seeing Cale stop counting in

guess you think this noble’s

middle-aged man instantly go

other

crazy noble is

man bringing his family out

out with his wife, two sons,

master-nim, this is my

shaking and his family seemed pitiful. At the same time, the

A lot of them. There

Dragon’s voice was

all look so thin. I think they have been starved. They are also

speak in a

were beating the people in the basement

the two sons and the daughter that the middle-aged man claimed were his children. His gaze made them lower

middle-aged man

it’s just the five

man flinched for a moment before starting to speak as he

family out as you requested,

and assistant leader inside. Now they are lying as well! Bad! They are very

detector without even being told to do

man without much reaction. That gaze made the middle-aged man who had been

Cale was smiling.

crazy noble who seemed to be drunk

I get myself

the Chryshi butler in the distance, who shook his head as if to tell

noble’s voice at that

nobody inside the house since

were inside but did not say anything as he contemplated how to give this noble what he

Cale, was beyond the

is old. It is very

added on as if he

going

“…Excuse me?”

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

new house. Is

“Well, you see…”

not speak. He just clicked the sword in his scabbard a couple of times

kind of situation is

could not believe

house, it was still a good house for being in the slums as it

suddenly

was at that

will destroy it in five

human trafficker was going

this noble to not destroy it because there were people inside. The slaves in the basement would

“5.”

noble started

“4.”

household’s butler turned his

“3.”

way of saying,

“2.”

suddenly had a

young

one knight

“1.”

answer to that

“0.”

the end of his countdown as the Black Dragon started to speak in his

on the basement as well as

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

the

Oooooooong-

heard a rumbling

same time, the noble reached out

Paaaat!

a

also see

“…Huh?”

with wings surrounded the

if it was trying to make it so other people

Silver shield.

the capital, the middle-aged man, as well as the baron’s butler in the

“…Perhaps?”

about

about the famous noble of

who was not famous for his strength nor abilities, but for his just mindset. Since they were in the Gyerre territory that was close to the Empire, it was even easier for the butler to recall the

“…Cale Henituse?”

soon as he said the

Poke.

of a sharp blade

can’t say our young master’s

lightly poked the

‘Something is wrong.’

finally realized that something must be wrong. His thoughts were

master-nim, are you really going to destroy our

speak to Cale with a pale expression before closing his mouth. He could see Cale’s

not the gaze of

focused on the red face that he had not looked at Cale’s eyes

well as the crowd that was looking at

finally gave the

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

had

shield started

magic to

silver shield that was fortified with Raon’s magic fell

Crack.

sound

noise started to get louder and

Boooom-

rumbling as the

“Ah.”

blank expression as the wind and dust blew past his face. He could

‘The stupid slaves!’

slaves he needed to sell were crushed underneath the

they would be crushed to death as it was a