Trash of the Count's Family

It became completely quiet at that moment. However, that silence was soon broken by someone’s loud laughter.

“Hahaha! You're going to capture me and beat me up? Ahahaha, ah, you are really funny bastards.”

Boom. The large axe on his arm slammed down on the ground. The bandit leader started to glare at Cale.

“I hate weaklings who boss other people around the most.”

He was from somewhere that kept slaves locked up and made them fight.

The Gladiator Arena.

It was the place he had to fight against his sworn younger brother. His younger brother had made him smile up to the day of the fight.

The bandit leader had to survive at the arena since he was 12 years old.

The bastards that made him fight against his sworn younger brother were weaklings who only gave orders with their fingers.

“It feels good when I kill those types of bastards!”

His large body started to move.

“Gasp!”

The bandit who Cale was consoling gasped after seeing the bandit leader heading over toward him with the large axe. The axe was the size of an average adult.

It was the symbol of the bandit leader’s immense strength as well as a source of fear for the others. Even merchants would get scared when they saw this axe.

‘A, am I going to die? Do I need to dodge?’

All sorts of thoughts clashed in the bandit’s head as he felt his body freeze up. However, he heard someone's voice at that moment.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

The bandit turned his head.

He could see a look of being unfairly judged on the face of the red-haired man.

‘He thinks it is an unfair judgment?’

The bandit found it to be odd, but Cale truly felt he was wronged.

‘Only sit back and give orders?’

Cale wished he had such a life. Why would he come all the way to the Eastern continent if he could live that way? He would roll in bed and never get up.

Cale was more emotional than ever from feeling wronged as he reached his hand out.

Baaaaang!

A loud explosion echoed through the mountain.

The bandit looked forward with his jaws dropped in shock. He could see Cale. He could also see the shield coming out of Cale's body.

The axe was blocked by the shield.

It did not manage to even leave a tiny scratch on the shield.

The bandit leader put some more strength into his hands.

He could see the red-haired man looking at him from the other side of the shield. He didn’t know if this shield was made of magic or something else, however, his palm became numb the moment his axe struck it.

He was born with a naturally gifted body. That was why he had never felt pain or that he did not have enough strength. He was even able to win against most middle-grade knights. However, he felt that his strength was lacking for the first time in his life.

The corners of his mouth started to go up.

“Hehehe.”

He could see the cold gaze of the man on the other side of the shield.

Yes, it was this feeling.

Gladiator.

There was something that allowed someone like him who could originally not even lift a sword to rise up from the bottom.

It was not his gifted strength but this sensation.

The type of excitement you feel when you are walking on a tightrope.

In the end, he had killed that sworn brother of his. He had felt sorrow as well as excitement the moment he killed his sworn brother. There was the sorrow that he was now alone. However, there was the excitement that he had won against his sworn brother who was stronger than him.

He had realized that he was a crazy bastard.

“Hehehe.”

A bright smile appeared on his face.

“You weren’t a weakling. You were strong as well.”

He could see the red-haired man opening his mouth to speak.

“You can’t even reach his ankles.”

‘What?’

Cale continued on as the bandit leader’s eyes became full of confusion.

feel sorry

‘Who?’

as his opponent was talking about someone else when he was standing right there. He

at that

felt something behind his

to get the

bandit leader flinched as he twisted his

he was already

“Ugh!”

was choking him. The man with the white glove easily pulled his

turned his gaze to the side. He could see a man’s gaze as his body fell to

coldness and annoyance in

as he held a

asked the bandit leader

“Have you washed lately?”

“What bullshit- ugh!”

Pow!

the side. The side of the dagger had struck the bandit leader’s body,

Baaaaang!

bandit leader’s body slammed against the

The ground is shaking! Hold

“Hey, hold onto me!”

held on for dear life

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

of emotions filled the faces of the bandits but Beacrox did not care as he looked toward Cale. Cale

“Two more hits.”

on a new pair of white gloves as he

“Ugh.”

body on the wooden fence. But as someone who

internal organs were still shaken

“What the hell?”

evident on the

than his internal organs that were

never expected them to be this strong. He looked toward Beacrox who was approaching him and clenched his axe once again. His hands

strong people show up at

he pondered that question. He just needed to

the other hand, Cale let

is definitely the stronger

leader as he and Toonka seemed to be the

why he was

isn’t

asking

obvious

using his

opposite as he used a

own path using the

who fought silently even while wielding a

style was as spotless and clean as his outfit. His style

he

if he knew the places on the human body that

was a combination of

Baaaaang!

the axe flying away as Beacrox’s palm headed for

Pow!

“That’s two.”

“Ugh!”

fell forward after being hit in the back. Anger and

He was

why he recalled what he had done as a young gladiator in order to

handful of dirt before

didn't matter if it was unfair. It was his way of

with Beacrox

“Huh?”

He sounded shocked.

leader

need to at least do this to deserve the

in his hand was flung toward Beacrox's eyes. He felt as if he needed

the air as the

Boom.

he looked toward Beacrox who

heard the red-haired man’s voice once

sorry for

‘What?’

was the moment the bandit leader

wish

dirt-covered Beacrox’s vicious eyes glared toward the bandit

“W, what?!”

vicious look in Beacrox’s eyes. The large

Puuk.

as Beacrox’s angry eyes continued

off his

Plop. Plop.

ground. Beacrox then started

you or make you

‘What? Torture?’

finger as the bandit leader looked back at

One.

he still had left, however, Beacrox meant