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.

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

in front of the first

“Hello?”

spoke while looking at Cale, who seemed to be a noble,

he realized that he had run into a drunk noble based on

the middle-aged man a

“Do you live alone?”

I live with my

“Is that so?”

smirked and

your entire family

“Excuse me?”

will give you

“10. 9.”

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

you think this

middle-aged man instantly

street. The other people living in the slums quickly entered

crazy noble is causing

felt that way. The middle-aged man bringing his

wife, two sons, and a

master-nim, this

man was shaking and his family seemed pitiful. At the same time, the Black

in the basement. A lot of them. There are

Dragon’s

They are also dirty. I don’t think they

to speak in a

basement until just now. I want to

were his children. His gaze made them lower their heads as

asked the middle-aged man a

the

to speak

my entire family out as you requested,

were calling each other leader and assistant leader inside.

a lie detector without

reaction. That gaze made the middle-aged man

Cale was smiling.

noble who seemed to be drunk was

did I get

middle-aged man could see the Chryshi butler in the distance, who shook his head as if to tell the man to

heard the noble’s voice

inside the house since your whole

middle-aged man knew the slaves were inside but did not say anything as he contemplated how to give

the noble, Cale, was beyond the

is old. It is very

as if he was throwing a stone into a

I am going to destroy

“…Excuse me?”

he had heard something wrong. However,

you a new house. Is there a reason I

“Well, you see…”

knight who had been standing silently stepped forward. He still did not speak. He just clicked the sword in his

kind of situation

man could not believe

for being in the slums

he suddenly destroy

was at that

it in five

trafficker was

to not destroy it because there were people inside. The slaves in the

“5.”

started to

“4.”

Chryshi household’s butler turned

“3.”

way of saying, ‘let’s forget

“2.”

suddenly

would this young

one

“1.”

to that question

“0.”

his countdown as the Black

as well as the entrance to

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

made the human traffickers

Oooooooong-

heard

time, the noble

Paaaat!

saw a pair of

could also see

“…Huh?”

shield with wings

to make

Silver shield.

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

“…Perhaps?”

thought about a single

the

for his just mindset. Since they were in the Gyerre territory that was close to

“…Cale Henituse?”

as soon

Poke.

tip of a sharp blade was

young master’s name as you

was wearing a mask, lightly poked the butler with

‘Something is wrong.’

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

young master-nim, are you really going to destroy our

started to speak to Cale with a pale expression before closing his mouth.

the gaze of a drunk

the red face that he had not looked

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

finally gave the

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

seconds had already

shield started to head

my magic to support it

magic fell on the house that

Crack.

started with the sound of the

started to get louder and

Boooom-

ground was rumbling as the house

“Ah.”

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

‘The stupid slaves!’

sell

crushed to death as it