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!”

max speed after hearing

already shot up into

then took out

Clang!

sword shined from the

look at Beacrox’s

“S, shit!”

was holding the greatsword with

Beacrox’s hands prior to

the magic bombs were thrown high into the

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

was right before the situation turned

In that desperate situation…

roof and jumped into the air as his greatsword

could see Crock and Atures

while Atures looked

smiled as he swung his

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

the greatsword hit the side of the magic

Bang!

not just

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

created a few more large arcs and slammed into the magic

magic bombs that were hit started to shake as they

how could this

started to

Boom! Boom!

slammed down while making some loud

pit where the original Mercenaries Guild

move

Plop. Plop.

gently fell into the pit as

on another roof

“Now then.”

Clap.

said a word

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

to cover their ears and flattened themselves

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

seemed to never

feel their bodies shaking

after the explosions stopped only to see

“…Ah.”

shooting up

area where the Eastern continent’s greatest and oldest records had been located. A large

red fire that seemed to want

of them turned

because they heard Ron's

the records, the history,

mercenaries, members of Arm, and even the nearby residents who were hiding

them could not hide their

meant that the Directory was burning inside of this pillar

was next to Ron had taken out a

them! We must get

father-son duo. The mercenaries who came back to

gave another order as he did

that fire right

then picked up his greatsword to

up being thrown,

“You're still the same.”

giving him a cold smile before completely

Riiiiiip!

Molan duo's body slowly started to turn

Baaaaang!

landed one step in

“Damn it!”

and plopped down on the ground. He slammed down on the ground with his

They were gone.

The two of them had instantly teleported

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

reunion after fifteen years had been such

could not hide his shaking

We cannot use water

put the fire out! Otherwise, everything will be

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

“W, what the…?”

had time

explosion

rumbled with enough shock to destroy the

that it was that strong as

However, things were fine.

the shaking and no

not destroy anything

Everything remained the same.

It’s a barrier,

a

shield was not

can't put the fire out because of that shield. We can only

the

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

of the mercenaries looked around

worth of records is gone.

to frown and mumbled

“…Molan.”

forgotten name had returned to the

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 and inform them of

the others who

really weird. Arm, the

the minds

that an unexpected faction was about

we inform the crown

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