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!”

Ron at max speed

already shot

then took out his

Clang!

shined from

nobody could look

“S, shit!”

the greatsword

hands prior to

magic bombs were thrown high into

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

before the situation

In that desperate situation…

also kicked off the roof and jumped into the air

and

looked anxious while

he swung his

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

face of the greatsword hit the side of

Bang!

not just

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

a few more large arcs

hit started to shake as

could this

to pull on his

Boom! Boom!

magic bombs slammed down while making some loud

slammed down into the pit where the original Mercenaries

should move

Plop. Plop.

gently fell into the pit

landed on another roof and opened his

“Now then.”

Clap.

hands and said a word

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

to cover their ears and

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

explosions seemed

ground could feel their bodies

finally looked up after the explosions stopped

“…Ah.”

seemed to be shooting up into the

been located. A large pillar of fire shot up from

fire that seemed to want

them turned their

was because they heard

the history,

the nearby residents who

not hide their shock at his

Directory was burning inside of this

Ron had taken

We must

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

order as

that fire right

his greatsword

moment and the greatsword ended up being

“You're still the same.”

see Ron giving him a cold smile before completely ripping apart the magic

Riiiiiip!

body slowly started

Baaaaang!

landed one

“Damn it!”

and plopped down on the ground. He slammed down on the ground

They were gone.

two of them had

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

reunion after fifteen years had

could not hide his shaking pupils after

cannot use

you talking about?! We must put the fire out! Otherwise, everything

to chastise the mage before shutting up after seeing

“W, what the…?”

time

large explosion

with enough shock to

noise it made showed that it was that strong as

However, things were fine.

breaking down from the shaking and no homes were

did not destroy anything

Everything remained the same.

a barrier, a

a large white

shield was not protecting the

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

shield was surrounding the large

was why the pillar of fire could not come out beyond the area, however, it also meant

looked

of records is gone. T, they all

then started to frown and

“…Molan.”

name had returned to

destructive and explosive than any

and the

messengers for both groups quickly and stealthily started to move. They would

was the same for the others who

weird. Arm, the Mercenaries Guild, and the

thoughts in the minds of the people

that an unexpected faction was about

inform the

destroyed by Arm has returned! Especially like this! Do you know