Trash Of The Count's Family BL | Part 2

🍂126 - Really A Good Person (1)

Anybody would think that this was a normal noble young master travelling alongside his servant and his guard.

‘No. It was originally that kind of combination.’

Cale recalled this fact that he had forgotten about and smiled gently toward the blonde man.

However, things did not go as he had expected.

‘What the?’

The man became even warier of Cale.

His pupils were shaking quite a bit while looking at Ron. The man stared at Ron’s left arm.

Ron’s left arm was the arm made by the necromancer, Mary.

Although it was not visible because Ron usually wore a long sleeve shirt and black gloves, the blonde man was still staring at that covered left arm.

His expression was full of uncertainty, wariness, and chaos.

It was as if he knew that the arm was fake and made of the darkness attribute.

Just looking at it was enough for this man to realize that it had the darkness affinity.

‘…Oh?’

Cale had a suspicion.

His gaze headed over to the blonde man and the blonde woman. They looked different, but oddly similar at the same time, as if they were siblings.

He suddenly thought of something.

‘Magic Bomb.’

And one more thing.

‘The Church of the Sun God.’

And finally.

‘The Saint and the Holy Maiden.’

‘…Damn it, really?’

Why did he have to have such a suspicion?

Cale made up his mind.

‘Let’s pretend not to know anything and just be civil.’

However, that feeling did not seem to be shared by the other party.

“I will not be t, tricked!”

The blonde man went over and hugged the blonde sword master while staring at Cale’s group, specifically, Ron. However, his innocent eyes that looked like one of a young horse that was drench in the rain, just seemed pitiful rather than intimidating.

“I am not sure what you are talking about. We are not tricking you about anything. We just happen to be passing by.”

Ron, who had his usual smile as he slowly approached the blonde man, seemed like the typical villain to Cale.

“D, don’t come here!”

The blonde man seemed to be unable to hear anything as he picked up the woman and slowly started to move backward.

“Ugh.”

‘Ah!”

The unconscious woman let out a moan. The blonde man stopped moving backward and quickly put the woman back down onto the ground.

The gaze of the man who was looking over the woman seemed to be full of anger and resentment as he started to shout.

“You evil beings! First you throw dead mana bombs, and now you’ve even contacted a necromancer?”

‘Hmm? He seems to have the wrong idea.’

Cale realized that this person, whom he suspected to be the Saint, had the wrong idea.