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 bridge. The ten houses continued on

front

“Hello?”

Cale, who seemed

despair as if he realized

asked the middle-aged man a

“Do you live alone?”

No. I live with my

“Is that so?”

and

entire family

“Excuse me?”

will give you

“10. 9.”

Cale’s counting before urgently moving after seeing Cale stop counting in order to

guess you think this noble’s

middle-aged man instantly go

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

a crazy

way. The middle-aged man bringing his

walked out with his wife, two sons,

this is my

family seemed pitiful. At the same time, the Black Dragon started to speak

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

Dragon’s

have been starved. They are also

speak in

the people in the basement until just now. I

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

middle-aged man

just the five

starting to speak as

sir! I brought my entire family out as you requested, young

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

was serving as a lie detector without even

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

Cale was smiling.

noble who seemed to

I get myself

butler in the distance, who shook his head

noble’s

house since

not say anything as he contemplated how to give

Cale, was beyond the middle-aged man’s

house is old.

added on as if he was throwing a stone into

going to

“…Excuse me?”

had heard something wrong. However, the

it? I’ll give you a new house. Is there a reason I

“Well, you see…”

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

hell? What kind

man could

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

suddenly destroy this

was at that

destroy it in

trafficker

destroy it because there were people inside. The slaves in

“5.”

noble started

“4.”

household’s butler turned

“3.”

of saying, ‘let’s forget about

“2.”

he suddenly had

this young noble

one knight

“1.”

answer to that question

“0.”

announced the end of his countdown as the Black

on the basement as well as the entrance to the

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

the human traffickers

Oooooooong-

then heard a rumbling

the same time, the noble reached out with

Paaaat!

saw a

see a

“…Huh?”

with wings surrounded the

was as if it was trying to make it

Silver shield.

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

“…Perhaps?”

butler thought about

about the famous noble of

for his just mindset. Since they were in the Gyerre territory that was close to the Empire, it was even easier for the butler to recall the

“…Cale Henituse?”

soon

Poke.

a sharp blade was at

say our young

was wearing a mask, lightly poked the butler with

‘Something is wrong.’

finally realized that something must be wrong. His thoughts were proved

are you really going to destroy our

with a pale expression before closing his mouth. He could

not the gaze

on the red face that he had not looked

couldn’t say anything after seeing Cale’s cold gaze, as well as the crowd that was looking at what was

gave the middle-aged

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

had

started to

magic to support it as

that was fortified with Raon’s magic fell

Crack.

with the sound of the roof slowly

started to get louder and

Boooom-

as the house completely

“Ah.”

as the wind and dust blew past his face. He could see the house crumbling to the ground through the half-transparent wings

‘The stupid slaves!’

sell were

would be crushed to death as it was a crudely built