Trash of the Count's Family

I want to survive, and I want to kill him.

Cale closed his mouth after hearing this inconsistent combination.

Someone else chimed in at this moment.

“Are you saying that the White Star is aiming for you, Mercenary King-nim?”

It was Ron. The Mercenary King slowly nodded his head to verify.

“That is the case.”

“…May I ask why?”

Ron could see the corners of the Mercenary King's lips quickly moving up.

“Of course. You were the last patriarch of the Molan household after all.”

Cale’s eyes headed back toward Mercenary King Bud Illis.

Ron Molan.

One of the past leaders of the five assassin households in the Eastern continent’s underworld. He had escaped to the Western continent with his son after Arm killed the rest of his family. Human! The Mercenary King does not seem like a total idiot! He is smart! He makes me think of the crazy Clopeh!

Cale did not disagree with Raon.

How did he know about Ron?

Why did he come to this inn when he knew about Ron?

The answer to those questions came not from Bud Illis but from Ron.

“You must have seen the directory.”

Directory.

That word made one of Cale’s eyebrows twitch. Ron then turned over toward Cale to explain.

“The scary thing about the Mercenaries Guild is the fact that there are mercenaries no matter where you go on the Eastern continent.”

Even small cities were bound to have at least one mercenary. Incidents will always happen where people gather, and mercenaries were usually the ones to resolve these incidents.

Cale started to speak.

“Their information network must be amazing.”

Bud Illis nodded his head.

“Mercenaries accept jobs as long as the conditions are good enough whether it is in the underworld or the bright regular world.”

Mercenaries did not care about good or evil.

They just moved according to their own set of rules.

In some aspects, they moved based on what was, ‘best for business.’

“That is why information is important. This is especially true for information about strong individuals.”

The Mercenary King looked toward Ron as he continued to speak.

“That is why the Mercenaries Guild has records about strong individuals. We call that the, ‘directory.’ It naturally has information about patriarch Ron Molan-nim.”

Face, name, birth information, etc. Mercenaries from all around gathered even the most trivial information about strong individuals and recorded it down.

It was because mercenaries who valued their lives the most needed to avoid these strong individuals.

This directory of information was the reason that the strong individuals, as well as the rest of the world, feared the Mercenaries Guild.

“It is probably a record that is at least ten years old. I didn’t think you would be able to predict my current appearance based on that information.”

“Well, a lot of it was thanks to luck.”

The Mercenary King elbowed the mage next to him.

“…Hey.”

Bud ignored the angry voice of the mage as he continued to speak with a bright smile.

“This friend of mine was one of the survivors of the five households.”

“…The five households?”

Ron sounded shocked for the first time in a long while.

His gaze turned toward the mage whose robe was covering his face. Cale turned toward him as well. He heard Raon's voice in his mind at that moment. Human! Do you remember the safe of the Mercenaries Guild branch’s Guild leader?

‘Of course I do.

We stole so much money from him.’ Do you remember that magic safe?

‘Yes……?’ This mage is giving off the same feel as the person who created that safe!

Each person's mana gave off a different feel, similar to how Rosalyn’s mana was red while the two Dragon's manas were respectively white gold and black. That mage is probably the person who created that safe! I’m so happy to see him! I want to greet him!

‘…Greet him? You're trying to cause chaos aren't you.’

Cale slowly turned his gaze away from the mage. He recalled how he had destroyed the Mercenaries Guild's branch leader’s room and caused a ruckus. I guess I'll greet him later! A highest-grade mage made that magic safe!

‘…No thanks!’

Cale started to ignore Raon's comments.

The mage bowed once toward Ron before looking away.

“…It is a past I wish to forget about.”

Ron did not ask anything after hearing that.

It didn’t matter as they still came knowing who he was. The Molan patriarch was someone who was famous in the underworld.

This was the case even if he was just an old man nobody remembered after all this time had passed since the incident.

The Mercenary King became the center of conversation again.

“I noticed that the issues between the Leeb-An City's underworld and the Mercenaries Guild started around the same time as when this inn opened. That was why I was investigating it when, oh my gosh! This friend next to me said that he thought he had seen your face before, Patriarch Ron-nim!”

Bud Illis was speaking as if he was talking about an exciting legend.

look through the directory. And then, holy crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face was drawn inside the directory would look exactly like you do right now as he got older. That was why we came

Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis continued to smile and

patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow

smirk appeared on

lost my family and my wife? Someone like me who saw the people of my

funny little

His eyes that were usually cold

Illis bowed his head in

I realized that I made a

Illis immediately apologized to Ron. He then continued

did voluntarily bow down and go

“…What?”

not known

believed all five assassin households had been destroyed

talking about

Mercenary King and Ron. The robed mage was not looking at anyone

uncle who was second-in-command

this mage was the only survivor of his

my uncle’s group along with Arm’s members massacred our Poeff household. They killed everyone except me, who was

mage was calling

mother, my father, my siblings,

was massacred but not massacred at the same

else. However, they could feel his hatred for Arm, the White Star, and his uncle's

silence filled

the one who

doesn’t sound like you finished what you needed

smile on Bud

lived for over thirty years, knew that Cale was younger

he responded

White Star wants to kill

you just

of

hates my power that is able to tell other people's

to tell

was a very dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's stoic gaze headed

wants it

either get rid of that power or wanted to make

Illis continued to

possess an ancient

over for

met anyone other than someone

had a question at

abilities even

“What attribute is it?”

about his Dominating

did not necessarily fall under any of the attributes. Was Bud Illis's power similar

power did

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the

‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to speak as Cale was

“I can smell things.”

expression turned dark as

can also

rough palm brushed by his

faintly smell and hear a person's smell, their presence,

Illis looked toward Cale. Cale's smell,

delivered to me

could see and smell those

to him by riding

was why he

Star and his new friend in front of him were

powers smell like the attribute of

the bridge of his

I noticed as the biggest difference between you and

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud Illis quickly responded

of you that the

that each of us has that the other

Cale started to smile.

made eye contact

to Cale before coming to

White Star is not

bastard has not achieved a balance

The attributes of nature.

not have a balance of those attributes in

Cale started to speak.

probably don't have the smell of the

“Correct. You knew.”

seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling him

White Star does not

‘The faintest smell?’

his

the White Star

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’ You

voice

seem like the White Star has an Earth attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t be certain as this information was from three

sky and

the powers that Cale and the

looked

other due to their

a burden within a person's body, while collecting all five attributes being a

was not one of nature’s five

The White Star.

missing link for him to achieve balance was an earth

since who knows when. I think he

King was

I am openly running from him while thinking about ways to kill

eyes were no longer

had not been drinking at all since some

the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That

the

stood in the middle