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

already shot

took out

Clang!

shined

look

“S, shit!”

was holding the greatsword with both

in Beacrox’s hands prior to this were thrown into

magic bombs were thrown high into

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

right before the

In that desperate situation…

also kicked off the roof and jumped into the air as his greatsword started to

could see Crock and Atures

while Atures

as he

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

hit the side of the

Bang!

not just

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

more large arcs and slammed

started to shake as they were all slammed in the

how could this

mercenary started to pull

Boom! Boom!

magic bombs slammed down while making some

into the pit where the original Mercenaries Guild building used to

move

Plop. Plop.

Ron's hands gently fell into the pit as

another roof and opened

“Now then.”

Clap.

hands and said a word in a low

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

started to cover their ears and

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

seemed to never

feel their bodies shaking from the

after the explosions stopped only to see

“…Ah.”

to be shooting up into

area where the Eastern continent’s greatest and oldest records had been located. A

a red fire that seemed

of them turned

because they

records, the history,

members of Arm, and even the nearby residents who were

hide their

Directory was burning inside of this pillar

Ron had taken out a teleportation magic scroll at some

them! We must

jumped up and started to run toward the Molan father-son duo. The

another order as he

that

picked up his greatsword to

ended up being thrown,

“You're still the same.”

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

Riiiiiip!

Molan duo's body slowly started

Baaaaang!

landed one

“Damn it!”

on the ground. He slammed down on the ground with his

They were gone.

of them had

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

reunion after fifteen years had been

his shaking pupils after

We cannot

We must put the

voice and was about to chastise the mage before shutting up after seeing what was going on behind the

“W, what the…?”

had time to look

explosion had

with enough shock to destroy the outskirts of

showed that it was that strong

However, things were fine.

from the

did not

Everything remained the same.

a barrier,

see a

was not protecting

put the fire out because of that shield. We can

was surrounding the large pillar of

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

mercenaries looked around and started

of records is gone. T,

to frown and mumbled to

“…Molan.”

returned

was more destructive and explosive than any

and the

both groups quickly and stealthily started to move. They would return to their respective

was the same for the others who were

are getting really weird.

the minds of the people who

unexpected

should we inform the crown about

by Arm has returned! Especially