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

had already shot up into

took out

Clang!

shined from the

nobody could look at Beacrox’s

“S, shit!”

holding the

in Beacrox’s hands

were thrown high into the

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

the situation

In that desperate situation…

into the air as his

Crock and Atures

looked anxious while Atures

smiled as he swung

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

greatsword hit the

Bang!

was not

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

few more large arcs and

started to shake as they were all slammed in

how could

started to pull on

Boom! Boom!

slammed down while making some

the pit where the original

should move mine as

Plop. Plop.

bombs in Ron's hands gently fell into the

another roof and

“Now then.”

Clap.

and said a word

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

ears and flattened

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

explosions seemed

people on the ground could feel

looked up after the explosions stopped only

“…Ah.”

seemed to be shooting up

and oldest records had been located. A large pillar of fire shot up from the debris of that

red fire that seemed to want to burn

them turned their

because they

records, the history, has

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

them could not hide

burning inside of this pillar of

next to Ron had taken out a

We

Molan father-son duo. The mercenaries

gave another order as he

put out that

his greatsword to throw

he hesitated for a moment and the greatsword ended up being thrown, not

“You're still the same.”

could see Ron giving him a cold

Riiiiiip!

Molan duo's body slowly started

Baaaaang!

one step in front

“Damn it!”

the ground. He

They were gone.

of them

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

years had

hide his shaking

We cannot use

We must put the fire out! Otherwise,

about to chastise the mage before shutting up after

“W, what the…?”

had time to look

large explosion had

shock to destroy the

it made showed that it was that

However, things were fine.

was breaking down from the

did not destroy

Everything remained the same.

a barrier, a

see a

was not protecting the

out because of that shield. We can only

shield was surrounding the large pillar

beyond the area, however, it also meant that nobody could

the mercenaries looked around and

is

started to frown and mumbled

“…Molan.”

name had returned

appearance was more destructive and explosive than any

and the

move. They would return to their respective

was the same for the others who were watching as

Things are getting really weird. Arm, the Mercenaries

the minds of the people

possible that an unexpected faction

we inform

the households destroyed by Arm