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.

started to walk toward one of the shabby houses. It was the first house across the

stood in front

“Hello?”

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

look of despair as if he realized that he had run into a drunk noble based on

asked the middle-aged man

“Do you live alone?”

I live with

“Is that so?”

and continued to

entire family

“Excuse me?”

give you 10

“10. 9.”

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

guess you think this

made the middle-aged man

in the shopping district across the street. The other people living in the

crazy noble is

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

with his wife, two sons, and

master-nim, this is

At the same time, the Black Dragon

are people in the basement. A lot of them. There

Dragon’s voice was

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

speak

the basement until just

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

the middle-aged man a

just the five

flinched for a moment before starting to speak as he bowed in a

I brought my entire family out as you requested, young

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

as a lie detector

looked down at the middle-aged man without much reaction. That gaze made

Cale was smiling.

who seemed to

I get myself

distance, who shook his head as if to tell the man to take care of it

the noble’s

nobody inside the house since your whole

inside but did not say anything

the noble, Cale, was beyond

house is old. It is

as if he was throwing a stone into

going to destroy

“…Excuse me?”

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

a new house.

“Well, you see…”

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

the hell? What kind of situation is

could

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

he suddenly destroy this

was at

destroy it in five

human trafficker was going

people inside. The slaves in the basement would naturally die if the house

“5.”

noble started

“4.”

butler turned his

“3.”

way of saying, ‘let’s forget

“2.”

he suddenly

would this young noble

this one knight

“1.”

answer to that question

“0.”

of his countdown as the Black Dragon started to

basement as well as the entrance to

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

made the human traffickers

Oooooooong-

then heard

noble reached

Paaaat!

saw a pair

also see

“…Huh?”

shield with wings

trying to make it so other people

Silver shield.

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

“…Perhaps?”

thought about

the

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

“…Cale Henituse?”

gasped as soon as

Poke.

tip of a sharp blade was at

young master’s

was wearing a mask, lightly poked the butler with

‘Something is wrong.’

realized that something must be wrong. His

really

a pale expression before closing his mouth. He

gaze of a

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

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

finally gave the middle-aged man an

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

seconds had

large shield started to

will use my magic to

that was fortified with Raon’s magic fell on the

Crack.

the sound of

started to

Boooom-

rumbling as

“Ah.”

a blank expression as the wind and

‘The stupid slaves!’

he needed to sell were

would be crushed to death as it was a crudely