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 up into

took out his

Clang!

sword shined from the

look

“S, shit!”

was holding the greatsword with

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

were thrown high into the

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

right before the situation turned

In that desperate situation…

jumped into the air as his greatsword started

could see Crock and Atures at that

while

as he swung his

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

hit the

Bang!

not just

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

a few more large arcs and slammed

magic bombs that were hit started to shake as they were

could

to pull on his

Boom! Boom!

magic bombs slammed down while making some

slammed down into the pit where the

should move

Plop. Plop.

magic bombs in Ron's hands gently fell into

another roof and opened

“Now then.”

Clap.

and said a word in a low

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

cover their ears and flattened

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

explosions seemed to

feel their bodies shaking from the ground

up after the explosions stopped

“…Ah.”

to be shooting

where the Eastern continent’s greatest and oldest records had been located. A large pillar of fire shot up from the

that seemed to want to burn everything

them

because they heard Ron's

records, the history, has

and even the nearby residents who were hiding

them could not hide their shock at his

burning inside of this pillar of

next to Ron had taken out a teleportation magic scroll at some

We must get

the Molan father-son duo. The

order as he

out that fire right

then picked up his greatsword to

a moment and the greatsword ended up being

“You're still the same.”

a cold smile

Riiiiiip!

body slowly started to

Baaaaang!

one step in front of

“Damn it!”

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

They were gone.

and Beacrox. The two of

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

after fifteen years had been

shaking

We cannot use water

put the fire out! Otherwise,

raised his voice and was about to chastise the mage before

“W, what the…?”

time

explosion

magic bombs had rumbled with enough shock to destroy the

noise it made showed that it was

However, things were fine.

breaking down from the shaking and no homes were

not destroy

Everything remained the same.

a barrier, a

see a

was not

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

surrounding the large pillar

come out beyond the area, however, it

looked around and started

is gone. T, they all

started to frown and

“…Molan.”

had returned to

destructive and explosive

the Mercenaries

and stealthily started to move. They would return to their respective headquarters and inform them of

the others who were watching

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

the minds of the

that an unexpected

inform the crown about

households destroyed by Arm has returned! Especially like this! Do you know what this