Trash of the Count's Family

A large pit had been created from her attack.

“Ahhh! The explosion-!”

The ground of the plaza shot out debris as it crumbled.

People tried to cover their faces with both of their arms in order to protect themselves from the gust of wind and the debris.

Flap.

“…Priest-nim?”

However, they did not need to do that.

Priests in white robes who suddenly appeared in front of the citizens opened up their arms to block the debris.

One of the citizens who had been blankly standing there with his bag in his arms made eye contact with the priestess who turned around.

It was a middle-aged woman with a gentle appearance.

“May the light be with you.”

“Ah.”

The citizen started to frown after hearing what the priestess had to say. He could see the explosion dying down behind the priestess’s shoulder.

Things were clearly visible now.

“…Holy Maiden-nim.”

The woman who had been the future of the Church of the Sun God along with Saint Jack.

Hannah, the Holy Maiden.

She was covered in gold and black light with a sword as long as a spear in her hand.

“…Sword master.”

His gaze headed toward Hannah’s face. It then headed toward Hannah’s hand. Both of them were covered in black veins that looked like spiderwebs.

‘…Necromancer.’

Anybody could tell that this was the appearance that was characteristic of a necromancer.

So how could a necromancer use an aura that had gold light mixed in with it?

“My goodness-”

However, he could only slowly step backward after seeing something else.

Crackle, sizzle-

Hannah’s aura was crackling like an electric current as it tried to eat up its enemy.

However, there was someone defending against her violent aura.

The backstepping citizen plopped down on the ground after seeing who it was.

“Sir Bernard’s h, hand is-”

A hand covered in black mana was defending against Hannah’s aura.

“Hehe.”

Hannah looked at the person in front of her as she laughed.

“Wow, Sir Bernard. Are you not going to use your sword?”

“…Holy Maiden.”

Sir Bernard stood there with a stoic expression as the black mana continued to surround his hand.

The benign expression disappeared from the old knight’s face and was replaced with coldness. His hand clashed around Hannah's sword.

“How interesting. I knew about you latching onto Cale Henituse, but…”

A smirk appeared on Bernard’s face.

“I didn’t expect for the Holy Maiden to have dead mana-”

It was at that moment.

A loud voice echoed inside the plaza.

“Support the Holy Maiden-nim against the bastard who poisoned her!”

Clang, clang clang!

Many attacks were launched toward Sir Bernard.

It was Rex who had shouted that Bernard was the one to poison the Holy Maiden.

The people wearing the white priest robes had launched attacks as well.

Hannah started to laugh.

“Support? Who needs support?”

Craaaaaackle.

Her gold aura started to rumble.

Sir Bernard could see the craziness within Hannah’s eyes.

“I will kill all of you myself.”

“Damn it.”

Sir Bernard cursed as he let go of the sword in his hand. He then stepped back.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The attacks landed in the spot where he had just been standing.

The sword master Hannah took a step back at the same time.

“Step back.”

Hannah looked toward her older brother Jack and told him to step back. However, Hannah could not help but chuckle after seeing Jack walk up next to her instead of stepping back.

“Cale Henituse must have put something in the water.”

“…Hannah.”

Crack, crack.

Hannah didn’t seem to hear her brother as she moved her neck around to do some stretching.

“Use your divine powers to help others without hitting me. That is the best way you can support me.”

Saint Jack started to smile. It seemed to be a sad smile. Jack’s divine powers were poison to Hannah. He responded to Hannah.

“I’ll use it against the enemies too. It is poison to them.”

Hannah’s smile became wider.

She knew her only family member well.

Hannah and Jack.

Jack and Hannah.

The two of them were actually quite similar.

People just didn’t know about it.

Ooooooong-

started to flutter. The power of the sun that was full of

her sword forward at

it. Sir Bernard’s hand

for a different reason this

set this tense situation

kept the plaza in a moment of

of the Empire were soon full of anxiety

Bernard, who was known as an

black

‘What is going on?’

citizens of the Empire slowly started to find the answer even in their chaotic

“Ha, hahaha-”

Sir Bernard was laughing.

raised their weapons toward Saint Jack’s side. Furthermore, the person

is this?! I am

visible

wearing the Tower Master robe pointed to the Sun God twins and

of criminals like the three of you who are responsible for destroying the Church of the Sun

veins showing on his wrinkled face

dare you put such false accusations toward the Empire’s Guardian Sword and the Tower

Pat.

the Tower Master on

old man wearing the Tower Master robe

“That’s enough.”

It was Sir Bernard.

“Look around.”

the Tower

see people stepping back as they made eye contact with him. He could also see soldiers holding their weapons up even as they curled up

heard Saint

Bernard’s hand and the dead mana around it. There is nobody here who

old man wearing the Tower Master's robe started to frown. His pupils were

could feel the atmosphere

tell that people were paying more attention to what the Saint had

to mumble in a quiet voice that only Sir

“…Master.”

He was Bernard's disciple.

Bernard started to

started

“Sir Bernard-”

“Captain-nim.”

and alchemists stood in front of Sir Bernard in order to

“Move.”

forward. Someone else was walking toward him as

Tap. Tap.

Tap. Tap.

Bernard and Hannah.

of them were walking

as she asked a

you going to

Bernard stop walking

Sir Bernard.

Bell Tower behind Hannah. His two hands

Ooooooong-

mana covered both

cold aura

to speak

“I understand. My liege.”

‘…What?’

head as Hannah started to frown.

gentle yet bland

One thousand years.

had been his light for that long period

The White Star.

Bernard started to smile.

“What-”

toward him in annoyance stopped. She heard a voice

not the only one

voice in their minds. A presence is approaching. A strong presence is

was the ancient Dragon Eruhaben's

been quickly moving through the Alchemists’ Bell Tower with

‘A strong presence?

strong enough for a Dragon to call strong?’ I am not sure what it

continued to

Han started to move in a different

Screeeech.

opened one of the windows in the

what was going on in the plaza after forcing open the window that was destroyed during the

voice was loud enough to be heard throughout the

away what is

Choi Han flinched.

what is

talking

thrown away half

Hurry! Choi Han, the human

to run toward the first floor of the Alchemists’

voice continued to echo in

it away, but that esteemed person was able to do so and has perfection in front

head to the

“…Sir Bernard?”

“Captain-nim?”

and knights were looking at

‘What is going on?’

were the gazes of the people who did not know the

of the Empire’s group

going to

through those humans. Throw

the useless things

you move forward and

had said that

time to throw

the fuck are you

to the sword master Hannah who was

“Throw the Empire away.”

‘Throw it away?

Throw the Empire away?’

words that made even Hannah stop running filled the capital. Bernard’s two hands pointed to

Ooooooong-

ground continued to

black presence quickly started to flow out of Sir Bernard.

was used to it. It was

heard a screech-like voice

is a terrible

was her brother Jack.

he shook his head side to side and called forth

“…Oppa?”

to stop him! I don’t know what it is, but I know that it is

Boom!

head

the door to the palace behind the

“…Huh?”

that Sir Bernard had sent down to the ground had

is the result

something odd as Sir Bernard

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

around Sir Bernard curled

“S, Sir Bernard?”

would you

to become dyed black. Even the old man wearing the Tower Master's robe

“…Master-”

disciple who had been