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 hearing the

Ron had already shot up

then took out his

Clang!

large sword shined from the

nobody could look at

“S, shit!”

the greatsword with

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

bombs were

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

right before the situation turned

In that desperate situation…

and jumped into the air as his greatsword started to create a

see Crock and Atures at that

while

he swung his

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

of the greatsword hit the side of

Bang!

not just

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

few more large arcs and slammed into

that were hit started to shake as they were all slammed in the

how could this

mercenary started to

Boom! Boom!

slammed down while making some loud

down into the pit where the original Mercenaries

move

Plop. Plop.

in Ron's hands gently fell into the pit

then landed on another roof and opened

“Now then.”

Clap.

and said a word in a low

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

cover their ears

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

explosions seemed

people on the ground could feel their

the explosions stopped only to see

“…Ah.”

to be shooting up into

had been located. A large pillar of fire

seemed to want

them turned

because they heard Ron's

the history, has

Arm, and even the

not hide their

Directory was burning inside of this pillar of

Ron had taken out a teleportation

We must get

jumped up and started to run toward the Molan father-son duo. The mercenaries who came back to their senses also started to

gave another order as he did

out that fire right

picked up his greatsword to throw toward

for a moment and the greatsword ended up

“You're still the same.”

a cold

Riiiiiip!

body slowly started to turn

Baaaaang!

landed one step in front of

“Damn it!”

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

They were gone.

of them

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

years had

he could not hide his shaking pupils

We cannot use

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

to chastise the mage before shutting up after seeing what

“W, what the…?”

finally had time to look

explosion had

shock to destroy the outskirts of this

made showed that it

However, things were fine.

the shaking and no homes

explosion did not destroy

Everything remained the same.

It’s a

a large white

not

shield. We can

shield was surrounding the large pillar

why the pillar of fire could not come out beyond the area, however, it also meant that nobody could put the fire

of the mercenaries looked around

is gone. T, they all burned

frown and mumbled

“…Molan.”

had returned to

was more destructive and explosive than any

and the Mercenaries

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

was the same for the others who were

really weird. Arm, the Mercenaries Guild, and

minds of

was possible that an unexpected faction

we inform the

time one of the households destroyed by Arm has returned!