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 for

‘Who?’

to frown as his opponent was talking about someone else when he was standing

was at that

something

started to get

bandit leader flinched as

was already

“Ugh!”

large body tilted to the back. There was a hand in a white glove that was choking him. The man with the white glove easily pulled his body forward. The bandit leader

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

was coldness and annoyance in the

he held a greatsword in his

calmly asked the bandit leader a

“Have you washed lately?”

“What bullshit- ugh!”

Pow!

The side of the dagger had struck the bandit leader’s

Baaaaang!

leader’s body slammed

The ground is shaking!

“Hey, hold onto me!”

leaning over the wooden fence held on for dear life as they could not hide

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

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

“Two more hits.”

new pair of white gloves as

“Ugh.”

There was a giant dent in the shape of his body on the wooden fence. But as someone who was born with a naturally gifted physique, there was not a

organs were still shaken up from the

“What the hell?”

on the bandit

up than his internal organs that

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

people show

just needed to defeat these strong

the other hand, Cale let

definitely the stronger

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

probably why he was

isn’t

asking

Ron’s obvious question as

was talented in using his dagger for

opposite

using the knowledge passed

fought silently even while

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

was as if he was beautifully decorating

knew the places on the human body that would hurt

a combination of all of

Baaaaang!

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

Pow!

“That’s two.”

“Ugh!”

in the back. Anger and intense

weak. He was too

done as a young

a handful of dirt before his

was unfair.

ground. The bandit leader made eye contact with Beacrox and his hand started

“Huh?”

He sounded shocked.

leader

least do this to deserve

hand was flung toward Beacrox's eyes. He felt as if he needed to do

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

Boom.

looked toward Beacrox who was covered in dirt. The originally spotless noble-like man seemed

voice

sorry

‘What?’

moment the bandit leader felt

you wish to

dirt-covered Beacrox’s vicious eyes glared toward

“W, what?!”

seeing the new vicious look in Beacrox’s eyes. The large sword pierced the ground next

Puuk.

was stabbed deep into the ground as Beacrox’s angry eyes

took off

Plop. Plop.

ground. Beacrox then started to

not kill you or make you bleed. I will not even

‘What? Torture?’

lifted up a finger as the bandit leader looked back

One.

he still had left, however, Beacrox meant something