Trash Of The Count's Family BL | Part 1

🪶42 - Don't know, I don't know (3)

Cale hid the chilly feeling and trembling, and asked.

“So?”

Ron was about to resume the benign smile on his face after hearing his little puppy young master speak in his usual annoying and rude tone, but suppressed it and started to speak.

“So, I’m going to kill people.”
“Leaving your son behind?”
“Yes sir.”
“Is the fox a person?”

Cale knew how the assassin Ron smiled. It was a very faint smile, with just the corners of his lips raised a tiny bit. It was one that made the person looking at Ron think that it would be better if he did not smile at all. Ron replied quite pleased.

“That’s right. I have to go kill a group of foxes.”

But his voice was cold.

“Rip them into pieces.”

It would either be Ron’s body being ripped into pieces or his targets’ bodies being ripped into pieces. It could only be one of those two scenarios.

Cale got goosebumps at the phrase, ‘rip them into pieces.’ He then started to contemplate.

Ron could see that Cale stood there without saying anything for a while. His puppy young master finally started to speak after sighing numerous times.

“… Go and come back.”

The smile disappeared from Ron’s face. Cale, who was already in his pajamas, laid down on the bed and continued to speak.

“I’ll tell Hans that you are taking a leave of absence. Report to me every so often. You can receive money from the Flynn Merchant Guild with your ID plaque. And why would you leave Beacrox to a trash like me? He is an adult. He will figure out what to do with his own life.”

Cale decided to think easily. There was no need for Ron to be with Choi Han right now. Now that Lock was able to transform into a controlled berserk state, Choi Han would be fine without Ron or Beacrox’s strength.

But, for Choi Han, and more importantly, for a peaceful Northeastern region of the Roan Kingdom, Ron was needed one year later.

“However, the duration of your break is only 1 year.”

Cale leaned against his pillow and continued.

“Enjoy your break.”

‘Since I have work for you to do in a year.’

“Don’t get hurt while you are out there.”

Cale stretched out his two legs, thinking he had reserved wonderful dreams for the next year. He then looked toward Ron and flinched.

The old man, who had been quiet, was actually quietly laughing. That vicious sight made Cale cower underneath the blanket.

‘What is going on?’

Cale’s expression stiffened.
Ron continued to silently laugh without watching Cale.

‘I thought this little punk was a son of a bitch, but I, Ron Molan, is the one who is a son of a bitch.’

Like a dog that looks at his master. Ron thought that he was like a dog, and responded.

(This doesn’t translate as well in English, but in Korean, son of a bitch and dog are homophones. )

“Young master, is reporting to you once a month enough?”
“Yes. Do as you please.”

Like an assassin, Ron opened the door and left the room without making a single noise. He then said one last thing before closing the door.