Trash of the Count's Family

Both the allies and the enemies blankly watched the two red hands clasp together in the night sky.

The two large red mana hands formed a sphere that resembled the sun once they merged.

“Ugh, aaaaaaaaaaah!”

Nobody could do anything as they heard the painful screams of the person captured within that sun. …Wow, this is no joke.

Bud could not pick his jaw back up as he watched from the other side of the video communication device.

He could see Becrock flailing around inside the red mana hands.

Becrock was trying his best to defend against Rosalyn’s mana that was attacking him as if it was fire.

“Ahhhhh!”

However, he could not do it.

The red mana crashed into his combined mana each time to divide it back into dead mana and mana.

Then the mana would be destroyed.

‘Damn it! Damn it! Fuck!’

The mana getting destroyed was the mana inside Becrock's body and not the Southern Tower Master's mana.

It was the mana he had built up while practicing magic.

“Ugh, this, this-!”

Becrock started to frown.

Rosalyn’s mana was destroying his mana.

This proved that Rosalyn was much greater than him when it came to handling mana.

He finally realized the meaning behind Rosalyn's words.

‘Becrock, I was practicing magic as well while you were making your laws and doing magic.’

And now, the mana that she had practiced for so long was tightening its grip around Becrock.

Becrock was extremely angry.

‘Thank you. I grew stronger thanks to you.’

He understood the meaning behind that statement as well. Rosalyn’s current condition, her growth, was something she realized during their battle.

Becrock was slowly getting suffocated.

He could not escape.

The red mana would destroy his mana every time he would try to cast a teleportation spell.

It was extremely tenacious.

“Ugh, ugh! Ugh!”

Becrock wanted to breathe.

He wanted to live.

He did not want to be in pain.

‘F, for me to die like this! I thought I stepped on everyone to get here!’

His view slowly turned black.

Becrock could see Rosalyn’s stoic face right before his view became completely black. She did not show any joy, sorrow, nor even anger.

Becrock frowned as he fell into a completely dark world.

The two red hands disappeared.

Becrock’s body started to fall.

Swooooooosh-

However, a red breeze that flew in from somewhere held Becrock’s body in the air.

It was Rosalyn’s magic. She started to speak to the person approaching him.

“Young master Cale.”

“Miss Rosalyn.”

Rosalyn pointed to Becrock.

“He’s not dead. We should put mana restricting chains on him and pass him over to Sir Rex.”

Bud Illis was watching this from the other side of the screen. He looked in the direction Rosalyn was pointing before gulping as he observed Becrock.

‘It probably would have been better to have been killed.’

He would die soon enough.

She probably kept him alive so that she could hand the leader of the enemies to Sir Rex, Jack, Hannah, and Rei Stecker, the four people who would lead the future Mogoru.

‘I didn’t know Rosalyn had a side like this.’

She was cold but thorough.

Bud liked this side of her.

It was because she showed this side to the enemies. It was better than having a weak heart that would end up getting your allies injured.

‘…And this confirms her position as Magic Tower Master.’

Bud recalled the image of Rosalyn being surrounded by red mana.

He had never seen a mage in such a battle form before.

She was strong and there was also something to it that grabbed other people’s hearts and attention.

‘I should increase the amount of people from the Western continent in the Mercenaries Guild’s directory.’

Bud’s mind started to get filled with complicated thoughts about the future.

Cale started to speak at that moment.

“That must have been tough.”

He then took a potion out and tried to hand it to her.

Rosalyn could only stare at the potion. There was a simple reason for it.

“…I have no strength.”

Rosalyn's body was out of strength now that the adrenaline from this sudden explosive growth and the battle that helped her get over the wall had ended.

‘It’s not to the point where I will faint.’

She was just tired. Her body and her mind were tired.

Rosalyn who peeked toward the unconscious Becrock started to think. No, it would be better to say there was a new concern on her mind.

something that happened often, but she

at

Pat. Pat.

feel small paws on

great! Smart Rosalyn, you were

She started to smile.

to speak with

you? Or do I need to pour it into

will do it! I am stronger

my goodness. Whatever you

loud after hearing Raon and

grabbed the potion and started to speak to Cale in front of her and the

enough strength to open it

Furthermore.

strength to take care of the small

battle was not

potion down before looking toward the

there were many more mages and

were all looking toward

sent toward Rosalyn the mage, not

“I'm heading down.”

started to fly

in his pocket and followed behind

Boom- boom!

two people landed behind Sir

standing across from Sir Rex looked toward Rosalyn, whose face was covered by her hood again, and

Sir Rex who brought them with him with

bombs in the soldiers’

black mages tried to

the enemy soldiers who were still

here who will

mages and

“Will you still fight?”

to smile

becoming a leader who knew the right things to say. His

not kill you

the final

Clang!

soldier dropping his weapon

Tang. Clang!

to fall

hell are you doing?! Kill that

be the enemy and kill

the

if they attacked was them and not these people giving orders from the

place will be taken care of

the Southern Alchemists’ Tower battle was

the power

and Becrock was significantly injured, so the enemy

back and approached

then whispered in

we can quickly take care of

Cale nodded his head.

we can

happily at that

at that moment.

flinched after hearing the quiet

the voice

moved back as if it had been the

allied soldiers naturally opened a path for him

“What is it?”

An urgent voice responded from the video communication device that had been muffled because it was in Cale's pocket. Ah, things are not

confused as he informed

wrong?” The black mages and mages in the Eastern

‘What about them?

hear about Becrock’s

the mages who teleported

frown. All of them went

got a call from the North! Three

the South. I guess they

in the North right

who went

pure Saint is

That was the case.

Saint Jack.

responsible

to speak. We sent the Saint-nim there because we thought it was the weakest tower and because it

with the Northern Alchemists’ Tower being slightly weaker than the others. Cale, it looks like you and Raon-nim should leave first to assist

to the Northern Alchemists’ Tower were Saint Rex,

“…That’s not enough.”

the new changes, that was not

when it came to

need to go.”

could not finish

communication device going off on

video communication device

meant it was an

the Roan Kingdom’s Mage Brigade under Rosalyn who came to Mogoru to help out

peeked toward Cale before quickly reading the message. It's from the

North. Saint Jack had left

moment before quickly reading with a stiff expression. Lions have appeared within enemy ranks. Unable

to be golems underneath the Northern Alchemists’ Tower. Unable to determine the number of golems. They are about

expression. Hey, what

black mages and

also soldiers

war

this a bit too much even if they want to take control of the

only difference was that this was happening only in the

toward the

was terrible. That meant that they were planning on dragging in the Mogoru's

“Bud.”

shut up and waited for Cale

Tell them to

toward the

now.” Human! We are going

after

to quickly

the call with Bud. He could see Rosalyn walking

looks like things will be settled

need to head to the

explained the details to Rosalyn before asking her to help Rex completely take

need me

is better if you come once Sir Rex has full control of

as she looked

time they

“Mm.”

face with both hands as he thought

of things here

speak at

Rosalyn, I have a

it? Tell me and I will

Cale as if she welcomed