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 first house across the bridge. The

stood in front of the first

“Hello?”

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

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

the middle-aged man

“Do you live alone?”

me? No. I live with

“Is that so?”

and

your entire

“Excuse me?”

will give you

“10. 9.”

man became anxious at Cale’s counting before urgently moving after seeing Cale stop

guess you think this noble’s

the middle-aged man instantly

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

like a crazy noble is causing

The middle-aged man bringing his

his wife, two sons, and a

master-nim, this is

the same

in the basement. A lot of

Dragon’s voice was

so thin. I think they have been starved. They are also dirty.

to speak in a

people in the basement until just now. I want to kill

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

asked the middle-aged

the five

for a moment before starting to speak as

brought my entire family out as you requested,

his family. They were calling each other leader and assistant leader inside.

detector without even being told to

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

Cale was smiling.

noble who seemed to be drunk

I get

distance, who shook his head as

the noble’s voice at that

nobody inside the house since

were inside but did not say

Cale, was beyond the middle-aged

old. It

casually added on as if he was throwing a stone

I am going

“…Excuse me?”

he had heard something wrong. However,

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

hell? What kind of situation

man could not believe

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

suddenly destroy this

at that

it in

human trafficker was

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

“5.”

started

“4.”

butler

“3.”

of saying, ‘let’s

“2.”

he suddenly had

this young

this one

“1.”

that question was

“0.”

countdown as the Black Dragon started to speak in

shield on the basement as well as the entrance

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

the

Oooooooong-

heard a rumbling

noble reached out with

Paaaat!

a

see a

“…Huh?”

with wings

was as if it was trying to make it so

Silver shield.

the middle-aged man, as well as the baron’s butler in the distance,

“…Perhaps?”

about a single

thinking about the

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?”

soon as he said the

Poke.

of a sharp blade was

our young master’s name as

lightly poked the butler with his

‘Something is wrong.’

butler finally realized that something must be wrong. His thoughts

young master-nim, are you really going

man started to speak to Cale with a pale expression

the gaze of a

red face that he had

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

gave the middle-aged man

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

seconds had

shield started to head

magic to support

silver shield that was fortified with Raon’s magic fell on the house that was surrounded by the

Crack.

with the sound

to get louder

Boooom-

was rumbling as the house

“Ah.”

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

‘The stupid slaves!’

slaves he needed to sell were crushed underneath the

be crushed to death as it was a