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.

sorry for

‘Who?’

someone else when he was

at

felt something behind his

started to

flinched as he

was

“Ugh!”

large body tilted to the back. There was a hand in a white glove that was choking him. The man with the white

could see a

was coldness and annoyance in the

spotless as he held

calmly asked the

“Have you washed lately?”

“What bullshit- ugh!”

Pow!

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

Baaaaang!

bandit leader’s body slammed against the wooden

ground is shaking!

“Hey, hold onto me!”

who were leaning over the wooden fence held on for dear

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

the bandits but Beacrox did not care as he looked toward Cale. Cale opened his

“Two more hits.”

pair of white gloves as he approached the

“Ugh.”

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

still shaken up

“What the hell?”

evident on

than his internal organs that

to be strong. However, he never expected them to be this strong. He looked toward Beacrox who was approaching him and clenched his

would such strong people show up at Mount

clenched his fist and started to smile as he pondered that question. He just needed to defeat these strong individuals. He could feel that excitement again if

the other hand, Cale let out a

definitely the

leader as he and Toonka seemed to be the same type of person, however, this guy couldn’t

that was probably why

isn’t

are you asking

to Ron’s obvious question as he observed

was talented in using his dagger for

Beacrox was the opposite as he used a

using the knowledge passed down

was someone who fought silently even while wielding

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

as if he

on the human body that would hurt

sword style was a combination

Baaaaang!

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

Pow!

“That’s two.”

“Ugh!”

hit in the back. Anger and

felt weak. He

had done as a young gladiator in order

handful of dirt before his body hit the

if it was unfair. It

ground. The bandit leader made eye contact with Beacrox and his hand started to move. He heard the red-haired man's voice as

“Huh?”

He sounded shocked.

bandit leader started to

this to deserve the title of

Beacrox's eyes. He felt as if he

was thrown into the air as the bandit leader’s body

Boom.

with a loud noise, however, the bandit leader laughed on the ground as he looked toward Beacrox who was covered in dirt. The originally spotless noble-like man seemed extremely shabby

red-haired man’s voice once more at that

feel sorry

‘What?’

the moment the bandit leader felt

you wish to

dirt-covered Beacrox’s vicious eyes

“W, what?!”

bandit leader felt his body turn stiff after seeing the new vicious look in Beacrox’s eyes. The large sword pierced the ground next to

Puuk.

Beacrox’s angry eyes continued to stare

took off his white

Plop. Plop.

flung to the ground. Beacrox then started

kill you or make you bleed. I will not even

‘What? Torture?’

up a finger as the bandit leader looked back

One.

could mean the one hit that he still