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?’

bandit leader started to frown as his opponent was talking about someone else when

was at

something behind

started to get

bandit leader flinched as

was

“Ugh!”

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

side. He could see a man’s

was coldness and annoyance in the

as he held a greatsword in his

man calmly asked the

“Have you washed lately?”

“What bullshit- ugh!”

Pow!

body that was falling down was slammed to the side. The side of the dagger had struck

Baaaaang!

bandit leader’s body slammed

The ground is shaking!

“Hey, hold onto me!”

were leaning over the wooden fence held on for dear life as they

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

of emotions filled the faces of the bandits but Beacrox did not care as he

“Two more hits.”

a new pair of

“Ugh.”

dent in the shape of his body on the wooden fence. But as

were still shaken up from the

“What the hell?”

evident on

than his internal organs that were still shaking

them to be this strong. He looked toward Beacrox who was

would such strong people show up at

pondered that question. He just needed to

hand, Cale let out a

is definitely the stronger

had expected more from this bandit leader as he and Toonka seemed to be the

that was probably why he

master-nim, isn’t Beacrox

asking such an

obvious question as he observed

in using his dagger

was the opposite as

his own path using the knowledge

someone who fought silently even while wielding a

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

was as if he was

the places on the human body that would

sword style was a combination of all

Baaaaang!

could be heard. Cale could see the axe flying away as Beacrox’s palm headed for the bandit

Pow!

“That’s two.”

“Ugh!”

hit in the back. Anger and

weak. He was too

what he had done as a young

a handful of dirt before his body hit

unfair. It was his way of

made eye contact with Beacrox and his hand started to move. He

“Huh?”

He sounded shocked.

leader started

to at least do this to deserve

flung toward Beacrox's eyes. He

the air as the

Boom.

toward Beacrox who was covered in dirt. The

heard the red-haired man’s voice once more

sorry

‘What?’

bandit leader felt something

wish

Beacrox’s vicious eyes glared toward the

“W, what?!”

new vicious look in

Puuk.

into the ground as Beacrox’s angry eyes continued to stare at the bandit

took off his white

Plop. Plop.

started to speak

or make you

‘What? Torture?’

as the bandit leader looked back at him with

One.

the one hit that he still had left, however,