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!”

charged toward Ron at max speed after

already shot up into

took out his

Clang!

shined from

could look

“S, shit!”

holding the

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

of the magic bombs were thrown high

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

was right before the situation turned

In that desperate situation…

the roof and jumped into the

see Crock and

while Atures looked

as he swung his

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

face of the greatsword hit the side of the

Bang!

not

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

few more large

hit started to shake as they were all slammed in the

how could

mercenary started to pull on

Boom! Boom!

magic bombs slammed down while making some loud

all slammed down into the pit where the original Mercenaries Guild building used to

move mine as

Plop. Plop.

in Ron's hands gently fell into the pit as

landed on another roof and opened his

“Now then.”

Clap.

said a word in a

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

to cover their ears and

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

explosions seemed to never

the ground could feel their bodies shaking from the ground

stopped only to see a tall

“…Ah.”

seemed to be shooting

area where the Eastern continent’s greatest and oldest records had been located. A large pillar of fire shot up from

was a red fire that seemed to want

of them turned their

they heard Ron's

the records, the history,

even the

them could not hide their shock at his

Directory was burning inside of

to Ron had taken out

them! We must

Molan father-son duo.

order as he

that

up his greatsword to

for a moment and the greatsword ended up being thrown,

“You're still the same.”

Ron giving him a cold

Riiiiiip!

Molan duo's body slowly started

Baaaaang!

one

“Damn it!”

ground. He slammed down on the ground with

They were gone.

two of them

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

after fifteen years had been such a terrible

not hide his shaking pupils after hearing

cannot use

put the fire out! Otherwise,

before shutting up after seeing what

“W, what the…?”

time to look

explosion

enough shock to

it made showed that it was that strong as

However, things were fine.

from the shaking

did not destroy anything

Everything remained the same.

a barrier, a

could see a

shield was not protecting

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

surrounding the large pillar of

not come out beyond the area,

the mercenaries looked around and

of records is gone. T, they all burned

started to frown and

“…Molan.”

had returned to the world

and explosive than

and the Mercenaries

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

for the others

weird. Arm, the Mercenaries Guild, and

were a lot of thoughts in the minds

an unexpected faction was

we inform the

time one of the households destroyed by Arm has returned! Especially