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

had already shot up into

took out his

Clang!

shined from

nobody could look at

“S, shit!”

holding the greatsword with both

been in Beacrox’s hands prior to this

were thrown high into the

“C, catch them!”

“Dodge! Avoid the bombs!”

the situation turned

In that desperate situation…

jumped into the air as his greatsword started to

Crock and Atures at that

while Atures looked

as he

“N, no!”

Someone started to shout.

Baaaaang!

the face of the greatsword hit the side of the magic

Bang!

not

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

more large arcs and

bombs that were hit started to shake

could

started to pull on

Boom! Boom!

slammed down while

where the original

move mine as

Plop. Plop.

hands gently fell into the

on another roof and opened

“Now then.”

Clap.

said a word

“Explode.”

That was all.

Baaaaaang!

their ears and flattened themselves

Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

explosions seemed

the ground could feel their

looked up after the explosions stopped only to see a

“…Ah.”

be shooting

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

a red fire that seemed to want to burn

of them turned

they heard Ron's

the history, has

of Arm, and even the nearby

of them could not hide their shock at

that the Directory was burning inside of this

next to Ron had taken out a

them! We must get

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

order as he

that fire right

up his greatsword to

the greatsword ended up being

“You're still the same.”

Ron giving him a cold smile before completely ripping apart the magic

Riiiiiip!

duo's body slowly

Baaaaang!

greatsword then landed one step in front

“Damn it!”

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

They were gone.

The two of them had instantly teleported

Crock started to frown.

Fifteen years.

after fifteen years had been such a terrible

his shaking pupils

cannot use

about?! We must put the fire out! Otherwise, everything will be

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

“W, what the…?”

had time to look

large explosion

with enough shock to destroy

that it was that

However, things were fine.

breaking down from the shaking and no homes were

did not

Everything remained the same.

a

could see a large

not protecting

We can only wait for

the

why the pillar of fire could not come out beyond the area, however, it

looked around and started

years’ worth of records is gone. T, they

to frown and mumbled

“…Molan.”

name had returned to

more destructive and explosive than any other

the Mercenaries

They would return to their respective headquarters

same for the

weird. Arm, the Mercenaries

were a lot of thoughts in the minds of the people who were mumbling as they

unexpected faction was

we inform the

of the households destroyed by Arm