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.

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

in front of the

“Hello?”

Cale, who seemed to

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

middle-aged man

“Do you live alone?”

me? No. I live with my

“Is that so?”

smirked and continued

your entire

“Excuse me?”

will give you 10

“10. 9.”

started to count. The middle-aged man became anxious at Cale’s counting before

think this noble’s words

man instantly

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

crazy noble

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

out with his wife, two

master-nim, this

seemed pitiful. At the same time, the Black

basement. A lot of them. There are some

Black Dragon’s voice

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

speak

young ones were beating the people in the basement

man claimed were his children. His gaze made them lower

middle-aged man a

it’s just the

flinched for a moment before starting to

entire family out as you

They were calling each other leader and assistant leader inside. Now they are lying as well! Bad! They are very

detector without even being told to do

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

Cale was smiling.

noble who seemed to be drunk was

did I get

who shook his head as

noble’s voice at

should be nobody inside the house since

but did not say anything

was

old. It is

he was

I am going to

“…Excuse me?”

he had heard something wrong. However, the noble

give you a new house. Is there a reason I can’t

“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 at

hell? What kind of situation

man could

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

would he suddenly destroy

at

will destroy it

human trafficker was

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

“5.”

noble started

“4.”

Chryshi household’s butler

“3.”

way of saying, ‘let’s forget about those

“2.”

suddenly had a

this young noble destroy the

one

“1.”

answer to that question

“0.”

countdown as the

put a shield on the basement as

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

made the human traffickers

Oooooooong-

heard

same time, the noble reached out

Paaaat!

saw a

could also see a

“…Huh?”

with wings surrounded the

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

Silver shield.

middle-aged man, as well as

“…Perhaps?”

thought about a

was thinking about the famous noble of the

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

“…Cale Henituse?”

as soon

Poke.

a sharp blade was at his

our young

was wearing a mask, lightly poked the butler

‘Something is wrong.’

be wrong. His

are you really

man started to speak to Cale with a pale expression before

was not the gaze of

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

seeing Cale’s cold gaze, as well as the crowd that was

gave the middle-aged man

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

had already

large shield started to

magic

that was fortified with Raon’s magic fell

Crack.

sound of the

the noise started to

Boooom-

was rumbling as the house completely

“Ah.”

rumbling. He had a blank expression as the wind and dust

‘The stupid slaves!’

slaves he needed to sell were

certain that they would be crushed to death as