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?’

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

at

something behind his

to get the

as

he was already too

“Ugh!”

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 tried to

see a man’s gaze as his body fell

coldness and annoyance in

spotless as he held

the bandit leader a

“Have you washed lately?”

“What bullshit- ugh!”

Pow!

the side. The side of the dagger had

Baaaaang!

slammed against the wooden

ground is shaking! Hold

“Hey, hold onto me!”

the wooden fence held on

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

Beacrox did not care as he looked toward Cale. Cale opened his mouth to

“Two more hits.”

pair of white gloves as he approached

“Ugh.”

himself up from the ground. 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

internal organs were still shaken up from the

“What the hell?”

was evident on the

mind was more shaken up than his internal organs that

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

such strong people show up

question. He just needed to defeat these strong individuals. He could feel that

the other hand, Cale let out

definitely the

he and Toonka seemed to be the same type of person, however, this guy

probably why he was

isn’t Beacrox

you asking such an

casually responded to Ron’s obvious question as he observed

in using

Beacrox was the opposite as he used a

created his own path using

someone who fought silently

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

if he

knew the places on the human body that

was a combination

Baaaaang!

see the axe

Pow!

“That’s two.”

“Ugh!”

after being hit in the

felt weak. He was too

he had done as

grabbed a handful of dirt before

was unfair.

The bandit leader made eye contact with Beacrox and his hand started to move. He heard

“Huh?”

He sounded shocked.

leader started to

need to at least do this to deserve the title of

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

the air as the bandit leader’s body hit

Boom.

bandit leader laughed on the ground as he looked toward Beacrox who was covered in dirt. The originally spotless noble-like man seemed

voice once more at

feel sorry for

‘What?’

was the moment the bandit leader felt something was

wish to

vicious eyes glared toward the bandit

“W, what?!”

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

Puuk.

was stabbed deep into the ground as Beacrox’s

off his white

Plop. Plop.

were flung to the ground. Beacrox then started to speak to the bandit leader who was

you bleed.

‘What? Torture?’

a finger as the bandit leader looked back at him

One.

could mean the one hit that he still had left, however, Beacrox meant