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

Ron had already shot up into the

then took out

Clang!

shined from

nobody could look at Beacrox’s

“S, shit!”

holding the greatsword with both

that had been in Beacrox’s hands prior to this were thrown into

the magic bombs were thrown high into the

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

right before the situation

In that desperate situation…

roof and jumped into the air as his

could see Crock and Atures at that

looked anxious while Atures looked

he

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

of the greatsword hit the side of the magic

Bang!

not

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

a few more large arcs and slammed into the

started to shake as they were all slammed

how could this

to pull on

Boom! Boom!

slammed down while making some loud

pit where the original Mercenaries Guild building used to

move

Plop. Plop.

gently fell into the pit

then landed on another roof and

“Now then.”

Clap.

his hands and said a word

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

cover their ears and flattened

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

seemed

ground could feel their bodies shaking from the

explosions stopped only to

“…Ah.”

to be shooting up into

Eastern continent’s greatest and oldest records had been located.

was a red fire that seemed to want to burn everything

of them

because they heard Ron's

the records, the

and even the

not hide their

burning inside of this pillar

next to Ron had taken out a teleportation

them! We must

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

order as he

that fire

picked up his greatsword to throw

for a moment and the greatsword ended up being

“You're still the same.”

see Ron giving him a cold

Riiiiiip!

body slowly started to turn

Baaaaang!

one step in front of

“Damn it!”

down on the ground.

They were gone.

Beacrox. The two of them had instantly teleported

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

fifteen years had

his shaking pupils after hearing the

cannot use water

must put the fire out! Otherwise, everything

before shutting up after seeing

“W, what the…?”

had time

large explosion had

magic bombs had rumbled with enough shock to destroy the outskirts of

that it was that strong

However, things were fine.

from the shaking and no

explosion did not destroy anything

Everything remained the same.

a

see a large white

was not protecting

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

surrounding the large pillar

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

looked around and started

worth of records is gone.

to frown and mumbled

“…Molan.”

name had returned to

and explosive

and the Mercenaries

quickly and stealthily started to move. They would

the same for the

really weird. Arm, the Mercenaries Guild,

a lot of thoughts in the minds of the people who were mumbling as they

an unexpected

inform the crown about

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