Trash of the Count's Family

“You're going to throw magic bombs?”

Ron looked toward the person who asked that question. It was someone he did not know. However, Ron still warmly responded back.

"The first branch building and the Directory storage facility will disappear from the world today.”

Ron then took a step back.

Baaaaang!

The sound of the roof breaking down could be heard.

“You've gotten better.”

“Ugh!”

Crock started to frown after seeing Ron leisurely dodge his sudden attack with a single step and then give him a compliment. However, his greatsword headed for Ron once again.

“Archers, aim for Ron Molan and Beacrox Molan’s arms! There should be a mage on their side nearby! Find them now!”

Crock shouted the orders as loudly as he could.

“Yes sir!”

“Yes, leader!”

The archers immediately pulled their bowstrings back, living up to the reputation of being part of the core members. However, they did not make any rash movements.

“Just prevent them from moving!”

It was because they could not afford to accidentally hit the magic bombs or make the Molans feel a sense of danger.

The Mercenaries Guild mages started to search the nearby area at the same time.

A mage needed to be nearby for a magic bomb to go off.

“…We will retreat.”

“Squad Leader-nim?”

“We will retreat. Do not make me have to repeat myself again.”

Atures chose to retreat.

He coldly responded to the confused expressions on his squad members’ faces.

“Do not forget our main mission.”

Their main mission.

Find the whereabouts of the Mercenary King.

They needed to find the traces of the Mercenary King who disappeared from Leeb-An City.

The squad members tried to retreat as their leader ordered.

“Who said you could go?”

They could see a person looking down at them and smiling with a greatsword on his back at that moment. Beacrox was smirking with one corner of his lips up with his arms full of magic bombs.

Beacrox's gaze as he looked down at the Arm members was cold.

It could not be helped.

Fifteen years ago.

Back when he could still be called a young boy. He still remembered how his house had burnt down, his family members had died, and how his mother had stood in front of him while swinging her sword.

Just like his father, Beacrox had a lot of anger about that situation as well.

In fact, he had even more anger about it than his father.

That was the reason the young boy who had been told he looked like his mother had lost his smile and had to become an adult with a cold expression like his father.

He recalled a moment from the past.

Choi Han had come to find him in the rear garden to say something when they were at the Super Rock Villa.

‘You seem to be more talented in stealth techniques and throwing knives arts than greatsword arts.’

Choi Han then threw a throwing knife to Beacrox.

Beacrox ignored how Choi Han had disrespectfully called him, ‘you,’ as he caught the throwing knife and threw it toward a tree. The throwing knife accurately landed at the center of the target.

Beacrox looked back at Choi Han and responded.

‘None of your business.’

That was the only response he could give.

He still remembered it.

He had seen how his house had been covered in fire.

He remembered how the fire seemed to grow taller with every scream from his family members.

‘Beacrox, wait here. Your father will come soon.’

Beacrox had still been short and weak at that time.

Beacrox could not forget about the greatsword in his mother’s hands as she stood in front of him. His father wanted Beacrox to use a greatsword as well.

But most importantly, Beacrox himself chose to use a greatsword.

He too knew about his talents. He was talented in torture arts and stealth arts.

Just seeing his father from the side made him think that he could easily do it if he practiced a bit.

The others in Cale's group were getting stronger at extreme speeds. Even before the sword master, a high-grade mage, and a necromancer had appeared, Beacrox’s growth had been stunted in comparison. It would probably be difficult for him to reach the sword master level with his greatsword arts.

It was not because he was focused on cooking.

He had reached his limits with the greatsword, however, he could not give up the greatsword.

“Beacrox Molan.”

Beacrox could see Atures Poeff staring at him. He could also feel many other gazes focused on him.

He took one step forward.

He heard his father’s voice by his ear at that moment.

“Let’s get started.”

That was enough.

“No!”

toward Ron at max speed after hearing

Ron had already shot

took out

Clang!

sword shined

look

“S, shit!”

the greatsword

hands prior to this were thrown into

magic bombs were thrown

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

the situation turned to

In that desperate situation…

jumped into the air

could see Crock and Atures at

while Atures looked

as he

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

hit

Bang!

was not just

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

a few more large

started to shake as they were all slammed in

could this

to pull

Boom! Boom!

down

the pit where the original Mercenaries Guild building used to

should move mine as

Plop. Plop.

magic bombs in Ron's hands gently fell

landed on another roof and

“Now then.”

Clap.

his hands and said

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

started to cover their ears and flattened themselves against

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

explosions seemed to

ground could feel their bodies shaking from the

explosions stopped only to

“…Ah.”

be shooting up into the

had been located. A large pillar of fire shot up from the debris

that seemed to want

of them turned their

was because they

the history, has

mercenaries, members of Arm, and even the nearby residents who

not hide

burning inside

next to Ron had taken out a

We must

to run toward the Molan father-son duo. The mercenaries who came back

order as he

put out that fire right

his

a moment and the greatsword ended up being thrown, not at Ron, but right in front

“You're still the same.”

him a cold smile before completely ripping apart

Riiiiiip!

slowly started

Baaaaang!

landed one step

“Damn it!”

on the ground. He slammed down on the

They were gone.

The two of them had instantly

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

reunion after fifteen years had been such a

not hide his shaking pupils after hearing the

We cannot use water

about?! We must put the fire out! Otherwise,

the mage before shutting up after seeing what was

“W, what the…?”

had time to

explosion

magic bombs had rumbled with enough shock to

it made showed that

However, things were fine.

down from the shaking and

not destroy

Everything remained the same.

a barrier,

see a

shield was not protecting the

because of that shield. We can only wait for it to go out on its

the large

could not come out beyond the area, however,

mercenaries looked around

of records is gone. T,

then started to frown and mumbled to

“…Molan.”

name had returned to

appearance was more destructive and explosive than any

the

They would return to

the others who were watching as

really weird. Arm, the Mercenaries Guild,

in the minds of the people

possible that an unexpected faction was about

we inform

is the first time one of the households destroyed by Arm has returned! Especially like this! Do you know what this