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!”

max speed after

already shot up into

then took out

Clang!

large sword shined

look

“S, shit!”

was holding the greatsword with both

Beacrox’s hands prior to this were

magic bombs were thrown

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

right before the situation

In that desperate situation…

also kicked off the roof and jumped into the

could see Crock and Atures

while Atures looked

he swung

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

hit the side

Bang!

not

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

created a few more large arcs and

started to shake as they were

could this

mercenary started to pull

Boom! Boom!

slammed down

pit where the original Mercenaries Guild building used to

should move mine as

Plop. Plop.

hands gently

another roof and opened his

“Now then.”

Clap.

said a word in a low

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

ears and flattened themselves

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

explosions seemed

the ground could feel their bodies shaking

looked up after the explosions stopped only to see a

“…Ah.”

to be shooting up into the

been located. A large pillar of

fire that seemed to

them

they heard

the

of Arm, and even the nearby residents who were hiding and

could not hide their shock at his

that the Directory was burning inside of this

next to Ron had taken

We must get

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

gave another order as

out that

up his greatsword to

moment and the greatsword ended up being thrown, not

“You're still the same.”

him a cold smile before completely ripping apart the magic

Riiiiiip!

slowly

Baaaaang!

landed one step

“Damn it!”

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

They were gone.

and Beacrox. The two of them had instantly

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

after fifteen years had been such

hide his shaking pupils

We cannot use water

you talking about?! We must put the

to chastise the mage before shutting up after

“W, what the…?”

time

explosion had

shock to destroy the outskirts of this

made showed that it

However, things were fine.

down from the shaking and no

not

Everything remained the same.

It’s a barrier,

a

shield was not protecting the

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

surrounding the large pillar

pillar of fire could not come out beyond the area,

mercenaries looked around

records is gone.

frown and

“…Molan.”

had returned to the

was more destructive and explosive than

and the Mercenaries

and stealthily started to move. They would return

the others who were

getting really weird. Arm, the Mercenaries Guild, and the

lot of thoughts in the minds of the people who were

that an unexpected faction was about to

should we inform the crown about

of the households destroyed by Arm has returned! Especially like this! Do