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.

houses. It was the first house across the bridge. The ten houses continued

in front of

“Hello?”

spoke while looking at Cale, who seemed to be a noble, as well as the knight

despair as if he realized that he had run into a

the middle-aged man a

“Do you live alone?”

me? No. I live with

“Is that so?”

smirked and continued to

entire family

“Excuse me?”

will give you

“10. 9.”

started to count. The middle-aged man became anxious at Cale’s counting before urgently moving after seeing Cale stop counting in order to make a

think this noble’s words are

the middle-aged man instantly go inside the

in the shopping district across the street. The other people living in the slums quickly entered their

like a crazy

The middle-aged man bringing his family out

his wife, two sons, and

this

and his family seemed pitiful. At the same time, the Black Dragon started to speak in

in the basement. A lot of them. There are

Dragon’s

They are also dirty. I don’t think they have been able to

speak in

the basement until just now. I want to

looked toward the two sons and the daughter that the middle-aged man claimed were his children.

middle-aged man

it’s just the five of

a moment before starting to speak as he bowed in a

I brought my entire family out as you requested,

other leader and assistant leader

serving as a lie detector without even being told to

gaze made the middle-aged man who had been bowing peek up and

Cale was smiling.

noble who seemed

did I get

man could see the Chryshi butler in the distance, who shook his head as if to tell the man to take care of

heard the noble’s

should be nobody inside the house since your whole family is

the slaves were inside but did not say anything as

noble, Cale, was beyond the middle-aged

house is old. It is very

added on as if he was

I am going to

“…Excuse me?”

wrong. However, the noble in front of him was

house. Is there a reason

“Well, you see…”

standing silently stepped forward. He still did not speak. He just

the hell? What kind of

man could not

was a shabby house, it was still a good house for

would he suddenly destroy

at that

will destroy it in five

trafficker was going

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

“5.”

noble started

“4.”

household’s butler

“3.”

his way of saying, ‘let’s forget about those

“2.”

he suddenly had a

would this young

this one knight

“1.”

answer to that question was soon

“0.”

of his countdown as the

shield on the basement as well as the

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

the human

Oooooooong-

heard a

time, the noble reached out with

Paaaat!

a

see a large

“…Huh?”

wings

it was trying to make it so other people could not see the

Silver shield.

well as the baron’s butler in the

“…Perhaps?”

about a

was thinking about the famous noble

someone who was not famous for his strength nor abilities, but for his just mindset. Since they were in the Gyerre

“…Cale Henituse?”

gasped as soon as he said

Poke.

tip of a sharp

can’t say our young

who was wearing a mask, lightly poked the butler

‘Something is wrong.’

must be wrong.

are you really going to destroy

middle-aged man started to speak to Cale with a pale expression

gaze of

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

Cale’s cold gaze, as well as the crowd that was looking at what was going on from both the slums and the shopping

the middle-aged man

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

seconds had

started to

magic to support it as

magic fell on the house that

Crack.

with the sound of the

noise started to get louder

Boooom-

rumbling as the

“Ah.”

expression as the wind and dust

‘The stupid slaves!’

to sell

to