The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around-Chapter 47: Ugly Green Trash!

Eren, expression calm and unchanging, kept walking toward the towering troll that’s was busy fighting the two knights, with the bloodied sword in his grasp. His crimson red eyes, then turned into Purple color as it it glow, but only for a second.

"???"

Finally, the Troll monster noticed him.

It roared loudly, swinging its massive club. It struck the two knights aside like rag dolls, sending them flying again like a trash. Then it raised the club high, aiming to crush the boy approaching without fear.

"Master Eren!!" one of the downed knights shouted, his voice filled with panic.

But it was too late. The club came down with tremendous force.

–BOOM!

The impact sent dust and dirt flying in all directions, obscuring the view. But for the knights, and those who were watching, they all were able to catch Eren’s figure disappear before he got hit.

Except for Marie, who isn’t an Awakener and wasn’t able to see clearly, she covers her mouth with both hands in horror, thinking the young master is killed.

But when the dust settled... there was no corpse. No mangled body. Nothing beneath the club. The Troll tilted its head in confusion.

Then—

–Slice!

–Splash!

–Graaaawwwr!

The troll howled in pain. It turned its head to the right, where a deep gash now bled from its leg. There stood Eren, eyes glowing a cold red, staring directly into the monster’s own.

Startled, the troll took a step back and swung its club again toward the boy—only for Eren’s figure to vanish in an instant, like a mirage.

–Slice!

–Splash!

–Graaaaaaawwwr!

Another deep cut appeared on the beast’s left leg. The troll turned its head again—Eren stood there, same expression, same piercing gaze.

Enraged and confused, the monster swung wildly again.

But once again—nothing.

–Slice!

–Slice!

–Splash!

With inhuman speed, Eren moved, disappearing from the view, slicing again and again. Every attack targeted the lower body—tendons, joints, weak points.

–Splash! –Splash!

The monster roared louder, staggering from the repeated pain. It could no longer keep up. Each time it attacked, Eren disappeared and reappeared in another spot—cutting it down piece by piece.

The knights who witnessed this felt a chill crawl down their spines. They had seen many battles. But this—this was something else entirely.

The young master, alone, was carving down a troll with terrifying precision.

Some knights, having just finished off the monsters near them, turned to look at the battle. Their faces twisted in shock, awe, and confusion. None dared to speak. but some were looking at the scene in horror, like those who saw Eren’s dark an void expression.

But none of them noticed that the boy, who is facing the Troll alone, didn’t have a Shadow.

–THUMP!

With a deafening crash, the troll collapsed onto its knees. After receiving countless deep cuts across both legs, the beast could no longer stand. Its muscles gave out, trembling under the pain, refusing to obey.

Heavy breaths escaped its mouth as it hunched over, still towering even in a kneeling position. But it was helpless now—paralyzed.

In front of the fallen monster, Eren reappeared like a phantom materializing from thin air. His cold, lifeless eyes stared directly into the troll’s own—unblinking, wide, and devoid of even a flicker of emotion.

"Your skin is tough,"

Eren muttered, his tone low and chilling, as though he were commenting on something mundane.

The troll’s massive body visibly trembled, though it had no understanding of the boy’s words. Still... something primal inside it stirred—an instinct it couldn’t explain.

Eren slowly raised the blood-soaked sword in his hand, examining it with a detached gaze. His fingers gently traced the dark green blood that coated the blade—blood that had spilled from the creature before him.

"Tough enough," he continued, voice still calm and eerily quiet, "that it’ll take a lot of time to cut through you."

There was no fear in his tone—only a cold statement of fact.

The troll flinched again, its massive shoulders shaking. It didn’t understand the language, yet the way those words were spoken made something inside it tremble uncontrollably.

Fear.

The raw, unfiltered kind. The kind that didn’t need words to be understood.

Eren slowly wiped the blade with his fingers, letting the thick blood smear across his skin. His lips curled into a small smile—subtle at first.

He leaned in slightly, eyes never leaving the monster’s face, and whispered with dark amusement, "Which is perfect... because now, I get to enjoy slicing you up—slowly. One piece at a time."

The smile widened. It was sweet—almost innocent—but that only made it more terrifying. His wide, vacant eyes stayed completely unchanged. There was no joy in them, no hatred. Just emptiness. A black rec void that seemed to devour all light and warmth.

"You. Ugly. Disgusting. Troll~"

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Meanwhile, at the front of the convoy, Commander Gareth and his knights had just finished subduing the last of the surrounding monsters. The clashing of blades had quieted, leaving only the heavy breaths of exhausted warriors in its wake.

Letting out a deep sigh, Gareth sheathed his sword into its scabbard. His sharp eyes scanned the area, observing the aftermath. Fortunately, there were no major casualties nearby—just scratches and bruises on a few men, nothing fatal. His knights had done their jobs well.

Just then, a distant shout echoed from the forest.

"Commander!"

Gareth turned sharply. From between the trees, two knights emerged—Leon, the newest addition to the unit, and Kristoff, a more experienced member. The latter was carrying a figure bound tightly in rope, the person cloaked in dark fabric and clearly unconscious.

The two approached quickly. Without a word, Kristoff dropped the captured figure onto the ground before them.

"We managed to catch her," Leon reported with a slightly pained expression. Gareth’s eyes immediately locked onto the bleeding wound on Leon’s right shoulder.

"Good work," the commander acknowledged with a nod. "Go tend to your wound and bring this one—"

Before he could finish his order, another knight came running from the center of the convoy, panting heavily and shouting in urgency.

"Commander! Commander Gareth!"

The man’s anxious expression caught Gareth’s attention. He narrowed his eyes, immediately sensing something wasn’t right.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice stern.

Still catching his breath, the knight forced the words out. "It’s... It’s the young master!"

The name hit Gareth like a jolt. His expression darkened with worry.

"What happened to the young master? Speak!" he barked, his tone raising in command.

The knight didn’t hesitate. "He’s... He’s fighting a Blight Troll! Alone!"

A heartbeat of silence passed before Gareth’s entire demeanor changed. He stepped forward, grabbed the knight roughly by the collar, and glared at him with rage.

"What do you mean he’s fighting a troll alone?! What are the other knights doing?!"

The knight stammered, trembling under the pressure. "W-We tried to help, sir... But the young master—"

Gareth didn’t wait for the explanation to finish. He shoved the knight aside and dashed toward the center of the convoy at full speed, his mind racing with fear that something terrible had happened—or worse.

Behind him, both Leon and Kristoff exchanged a look of confusion and urgency before sprinting after him, their armor clinking as they moved.

As they neared the area, Gareth saw a crowd of knights forming a large circle. None of them were moving, just staring ahead with stiff shoulders and stunned expressions.

His anger surged again.

"Move! Get out of the way!" he roared.

The knights instantly responded, parting without hesitation. Gareth pushed through the gap and stepped into the clearing—

"What are you all doing, not–"

But what he saw made his breath hitch in his throat.

He froze as his words failed him.

Leon and Kristoff, who had just arrived behind him, halted in place with similarly stunned expressions.

There, in the center of the field, stood the young master—Eren. He was standing atop the lifeless body of a massive Blight Troll. His body was heaving, but not from exhaustion. His sword was raised high, then brought down again.

–Stab!

–Stab!

"You like it?!"

–Stab!

"You Ugly Green Trash!"

"Your family must have have abounded you because of that!"

The troll had long been dead, yet Eren continued to stab its chest relentlessly. His face was twisted into a wide grin, eyes wild and unblinking. There was no hint of mercy or humanity in his expression—only cold, rage, and dangerous.

Seeing the young master like this—stabbing a corpse with a maniacal smile—Gareth, Leon, and Kristoff could only stare in disbelief and dumbfounded with their eyes turning dots, like the others. They blinked, unsure if what they were witnessing was even real.

Dumbfounded, Gareth turned to a brown-haired knight standing nearby and demanded answers.

"What the hell happened here?"

The knight scratched the back of his head with an awkward smile and let out a nervous chuckle. "Uh... Well, sir... how do I say it. It’s like this ..."

And then he explained.

He recounted everything—from the moment Eren stepped out of the carriage to face the Blight Troll alone, to the astonishing one-sided fight where the young master dominated the beast entirely by himself. With no support. No help. Just him alone, all by himself.

Gareth, Leon, and Kristoff listened, stunned as the story unfolded. None of them could believe it. A Level 1 Awakener, a boy, had defeated a high-level Tier 3 monster without help?

Leon’s gaze shifted slowly to Eren, his expression a mix of suprise and disbelief. Was it true ...?

But then Gareth’s eyes narrowed again.

"And why," he asked darkly, "is no one stopping him?"

He looked around at the knights, clearly frustrated. Eren was still stabbing the corpse, clearly lost in his own world, and no one had made an effort to approach him.

One knight stepped forward nervously. "W-We tried, Commander. Really. But the young master ordered us all to stay back..."

The commander frowned, unconvinced.

"Some of us did try to interfere," the knight added quickly, "but he was giving off this dangerous feeling vibe. Making us fear from interrupting him or bothering him."

They all glanced again at Eren, who was now muttering strange curses under his breath as he stabbed again and again.

–Stab!

"Die, you worthless &#_¥%!"

–Stab!

"Get reincarnated into a pathetic being and get &¥#=%!!!"

–Stab!

"I hope in your next life you get &*@# by your bullies and end up *&£$ yourself!"

–Stab!

The knights collectively flinched at the vulgarity. Many of them looked pale, awkward, and deeply uncomfortable.

Is it really okay for a noble’s son to speak like that...?

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