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

had already shot

then took out

Clang!

shined from

look at Beacrox’s

“S, shit!”

the greatsword with

Beacrox’s hands prior to this

were thrown high

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

before the situation turned

In that desperate situation…

also kicked off the roof and jumped into the

and Atures

looked anxious while

smiled as he

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

face of the greatsword hit

Bang!

was not just

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

greatsword created a few more large arcs and slammed into

hit started to shake as

how could

started to pull

Boom! Boom!

magic bombs slammed down while making

pit where the original Mercenaries Guild building

should move

Plop. Plop.

bombs in Ron's hands gently

then landed on another roof

“Now then.”

Clap.

hands and said a

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

started to cover their ears and flattened themselves

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

explosions seemed

on the ground could feel their bodies shaking from the ground

explosions stopped only to see a

“…Ah.”

seemed to be shooting up

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

red fire that seemed to want to burn everything

of them

was because they heard Ron's

the history, has

and even the nearby residents who were hiding and

hide their shock

burning inside of this

to Ron had taken out a

them! We

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

another order

out that

picked up his greatsword to

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

“You're still the same.”

a cold smile before completely ripping apart the magic

Riiiiiip!

duo's body slowly

Baaaaang!

landed one

“Damn it!”

the ground. He slammed down on the ground with his

They were gone.

of

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

reunion after fifteen years had been

not hide his shaking pupils

cannot

you talking about?! We must put the fire out!

the mage before shutting

“W, what the…?”

finally had time

explosion had

shock to

showed that it was that strong

However, things were fine.

was breaking down from the shaking and

did not destroy anything

Everything remained the same.

a barrier,

could see a large

was not

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

was surrounding the large

the

of the mercenaries looked around and

is

started to frown

“…Molan.”

name had returned to the world

destructive and

the

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

the others

goodness. Things are getting really weird.

minds of the people who were

was possible that an unexpected faction

we inform the crown

of the households destroyed by Arm has