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.

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

in front of the first

“Hello?”

the yard cautiously spoke while looking at Cale, who

realized that he had run into a drunk

middle-aged

“Do you live alone?”

No. I

“Is that so?”

and continued to

entire

“Excuse me?”

will give you

“10. 9.”

counting before urgently moving after seeing

guess you think this noble’s words are

middle-aged man instantly go

from the buildings in the shopping district across the street. The other people living in the slums quickly entered their houses and locked their tattered windows and

like a crazy noble

middle-aged man

with his wife, two sons,

master-nim, this is my

his family seemed pitiful. At the same

lot of them. There are some children

Dragon’s

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

continued to speak

the people in the basement until just now. I want

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

the middle-aged man a

just the five

to speak as he bowed in a very

family out as you requested,

assistant leader inside. Now they are lying as

was serving as a lie detector without even being

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

Cale was smiling.

noble who seemed to

did I get myself

shook his head as if to tell the man

heard the noble’s voice

the house since your

knew the slaves were inside but did not say anything as

noble, Cale, was beyond

old. It is

if he was throwing a stone into a

going

“…Excuse me?”

had heard something wrong. However, the noble in

a new house.

“Well, you see…”

silently stepped forward. He still did not speak. He just clicked the sword in his scabbard a couple of times while looking

kind

middle-aged man could not

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

he suddenly destroy

was at

will destroy it

human trafficker was going

it because there were people inside. The slaves in the basement would naturally die if the

“5.”

started

“4.”

Chryshi household’s butler turned

“3.”

saying, ‘let’s forget about those

“2.”

suddenly had a

young noble

this one knight do

“1.”

answer to that question was soon

“0.”

end of his countdown as the Black Dragon started to

on the basement as well as the entrance to the

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

made the

Oooooooong-

then heard

noble reached out with

Paaaat!

a pair of

see a large

“…Huh?”

wings surrounded the

as if it was trying to make it so other people could not

Silver shield.

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

“…Perhaps?”

butler thought about

about the famous noble

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

“…Cale Henituse?”

butler gasped as soon as he said the

Poke.

sharp

say our young master’s

who was wearing a mask, lightly poked the butler with his

‘Something is wrong.’

that something must be wrong. His

you really going to

started to speak to Cale with a pale expression before closing

not the gaze of a

had been so focused on the red face that

gaze, as well as the crowd that was looking at what was going on from both the

gave the

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

had already

large shield started to head

will use my magic to support

magic fell on the

Crack.

the sound

started to get louder

Boooom-

as the house completely

“Ah.”

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

‘The stupid slaves!’

he needed to sell were

that they would be crushed to death as