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

shot up into the

then took out his

Clang!

sword shined from the

could look at Beacrox’s

“S, shit!”

holding the greatsword with

been in Beacrox’s hands prior to

the magic bombs were thrown

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

right before the situation turned to

In that desperate situation…

kicked off the roof and jumped into the air as his greatsword started

Crock and Atures at that

looked anxious while

as he swung

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

the greatsword hit the side of the magic

Bang!

was not just

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

a few more large arcs and slammed into the

started to shake as they were all slammed in

how could

started to pull on

Boom! Boom!

bombs slammed down

where the original Mercenaries Guild building used to

move mine as

Plop. Plop.

hands gently fell into

another roof

“Now then.”

Clap.

said a word in

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

started to cover their ears and flattened

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

seemed to never

ground could feel their bodies shaking from the ground

finally looked up after the explosions stopped only to see a tall pillar

“…Ah.”

shooting up into the

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

was a red fire that seemed to

of them turned their

they heard Ron's

records, the history, has

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

not hide their

burning inside of this pillar

was next to Ron had taken

We must get

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

gave another order as

put out that fire right

up his greatsword to throw toward

a moment and the greatsword ended up being thrown,

“You're still the same.”

cold smile before

Riiiiiip!

slowly started to

Baaaaang!

one

“Damn it!”

running and plopped down on the ground. He

They were gone.

two of them

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

fifteen years had been such a

not hide his shaking pupils after hearing

We cannot use

put the fire out! Otherwise, everything

raised his voice and was about to chastise the mage before shutting up after seeing what was going on

“W, what the…?”

had time

large explosion had

rumbled with enough shock to

it made showed that it was that

However, things were fine.

down from the shaking and

did not

Everything remained the same.

It’s a barrier,

could see a

was not protecting

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

was surrounding the

come out beyond the area, however, it also meant that nobody could put the

the mercenaries looked around and started

thousand years’ worth of records is gone. T, they all

then started to frown

“…Molan.”

forgotten name had returned to

and explosive than

the Mercenaries

started to move. They would return to their respective headquarters

same for the others who were

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

lot of thoughts in the minds of the people who

was possible that an unexpected faction was about to

should we inform the

time one of the households destroyed by Arm