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.

was the first house across the bridge. The ten houses continued on in a zig-zag pattern starting

stood in front

“Hello?”

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

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

middle-aged man

“Do you live alone?”

No. I live with my

“Is that so?”

smirked and continued to

your entire

“Excuse me?”

give you

“10. 9.”

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

guess you think this noble’s words

the middle-aged man instantly go

street. The other people living in the slums quickly entered their houses

a crazy

all felt that way. The middle-aged man bringing his family out felt

his wife, two

this is my

seemed pitiful. At the same

the basement. A lot of them.

Dragon’s voice was

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

continued to speak in

beating the people in the basement until just

claimed were his children. His gaze made

the middle-aged

just the

middle-aged man flinched for a moment before starting to speak as he bowed in a very

family out as

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

a lie detector without even being told to do

gaze made the middle-aged

Cale was smiling.

noble who seemed

did I get myself

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

the noble’s

house since

man knew the slaves were inside but did not say anything as he contemplated how to give this noble

noble, Cale, was beyond the middle-aged man’s

house is old. It is very

on as if he was throwing a stone

am going to destroy

“…Excuse me?”

believed he had heard something wrong. However, the

house.

“Well, you see…”

who had been standing silently stepped forward. He still did not speak. He just clicked

What kind of situation is

middle-aged man could not believe

shabby house, it was still a good house for being

he suddenly destroy this

at

will destroy it in

trafficker

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

“5.”

started

“4.”

butler turned his

“3.”

was his way of saying, ‘let’s

“2.”

suddenly had a

would this young noble destroy

one

“1.”

to that

“0.”

the end of his countdown as the

on the basement as well as the entrance to

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

the

Oooooooong-

then heard a

same time, the noble reached out

Paaaat!

a pair

see

“…Huh?”

wings

to make

Silver shield.

from the capital, the middle-aged man, as well as

“…Perhaps?”

thought about a

thinking about the famous noble of the

mindset. Since they were in the Gyerre territory that was close

“…Cale Henituse?”

butler gasped as soon as he

Poke.

a sharp

our young

a mask, lightly poked the butler with

‘Something is wrong.’

that something must be wrong. His thoughts were

you really

to Cale with a pale expression before closing his mouth. He could

was not the gaze

the red face that he had not looked

as the crowd that was looking at what

gave the middle-aged man

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

had already

large shield started to

will use my magic to support it as

magic fell on

Crack.

with the sound of the roof

the noise started to get louder and

Boooom-

was rumbling as the house completely

“Ah.”

from the rumbling. He had a blank expression as the wind and dust blew past his face. He

‘The stupid slaves!’

to sell were crushed

to death as it was a