Mobuseka:Leon's Adventure-Chapter 112

On the vast, well-tended lands of the Bartfort estate, two teenagers could be seen walking leisurely toward the main mansion. Both wore sharp black suits, and dark sunglasses shimmered on their faces, reflecting the bright spring sunlight.

These were Tony and Vito—brothers by blood, and trusted subordinates of Leon Bartfort. Leon often entrusted them with special assignments, and today happened to be one of those occasions. He had given them a task, and the brothers followed their path without straying.

"Remind me, what exactly are we supposed to do?" Vito asked, turning his head slightly toward his brother.

Without stopping, Tony reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and handed it to Vito.

"Here. Read this—you'll get the picture."

Vito took the note, unfolded it, and scanned the lines with his eyes. He frowned.

"That's it? Just deliver a message to Barkus Bartfort?"

"Yup. Well, there's one more thing..." Tony added, with a mysterious half-smile. "Flip it over."

Vito obeyed. On the reverse side, there was a continuation, written in the same neat handwriting. He read it silently, then raised his eyebrows and let out a low chuckle, a spark of interest igniting within him.

"Hmm... Now this is more like it. That's actually motivating," he murmured. At the end of the message, it read: "When you're done, tonight—we're opening the most expensive bottle we have. You two earned it. And I'll be drinking with you."

"We can't afford to screw this up," Vito suddenly said, his tone serious as his fists clenched. His muscles tensed, and his voice held a steel resolve.

"Agreed," Tony replied, mimicking his brother's stance and adopting the same battle-ready expression.

A few minutes later, they reached the main mansion. Near the front steps, a silver-haired man in work clothes was tending to a flowerbed—Barkus Bartfort. He was watering the plants, clearly enjoying the peace of the morning.

Spotting him, the brothers marched toward their target without hesitation.

"Mr. Barkus?" Tony called out.

Barkus turned at the sound of his name, lifting his gaze to the approaching teens with mild curiosity.

"Yes?" he replied.

Tony gave a short nod and spoke with deliberate seriousness:

"Mr. Leon sends you his warmest regards."

Immediately after those words, the brothers, as if on cue, whipped out bright, sun-reflecting water guns from behind their backs and opened fire without hesitation. In the middle of the well-manicured, sunlit garden, Barkus Bartfort found himself ambushed—hit squarely with jets of cold water, completely unprepared for such a betrayal on a spring morning.

The icy streams ran swiftly down his face, soaking his clothes and hair, pooling at his feet. Drenched from head to toe, Barkus stood frozen in shock, staring at Tony and Vito in disbelief. Water dripped from his silver hair in thin rivulets, spattering onto the stone path below.

"What the hell is the meaning of this!?" he suddenly roared, his voice hoarse and filled with fury.

In response, Tony and Vito tossed two backpacks at his feet. The impact caused several water guns and additional pistols to spill out. Then Vito stepped forward, pulling out a neatly folded sheet from his inner pocket. With a sly grin, he handed it to Barkus. freewebnσvel.cøm

"This is for you, Mr. Barkus. From Leon."

Without a moment's delay, Barkus snatched the paper and unfolded it. His eyes darted across the lines, and his expression shifted from rage to bafflement—and then to outright fury.

"A declaration of war?" he muttered, barely able to contain his wrath. "Well then... you little bastard... You asked for it!"

With clenched teeth, he crumpled the letter, tore it in half, and tossed the pieces aside.

By then, Tony and Vito had already vanished around the garden's bend, leaving Barkus alone, surrounded by scattered weaponry and scraps of soaked paper. He stood in silence, until a familiar voice called from behind him:

"Dad! I brought Jenna, like you asked."

It was Nyx—Barkus's eldest son. He was leading along his older sister, Jenna, who didn't look too thrilled to be there. Recently returned from the capital, she had been avoiding coming back, knowing full well punishment awaited her. But before surrendering to her fate, she'd made sure to enjoy herself—splurging on expensive clothes, jewelry, and burning through a hefty chunk of the family's budget.

Now she stood behind her brother—tall, slim, and dressed in a flamboyant outfit far more suited to a ball than a meeting with her father. Her dress flowed elegantly along her figure, sparkling with lavish embellishments, while a sheer, shimmering cape draped over her shoulders.

And then both siblings noticed something odd—Barkus was soaked through.

"Father? What happened? Why are you soaking wet?" Nyx asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Please tell me that's not sweat..." Jenna added with open disgust in her voice.

Barkus looked at his children. His eyes were burning with determination.

"Jenna, your punishment is postponed. We have a more urgent matter to attend to. We need to deal with this... Leon."

He paused and turned to her.

"Go find your sister, Finley. We're going to need her."

Then, motioning to Jenna's outfit, he added with a predatory grin:

"Oh, and don't you dare change out of that dress. Consider this part of your punishment. You'll destroy it today. With your own hands."

"W-what?" Jenna stammered, blinking in confusion. Panic was already creeping into her voice, and it looked like she might burst into tears at any moment.

But Barkus wasn't listening anymore. His mind was elsewhere—focused.

Meanwhile, Nyx, still trying to piece together what had just happened, crouched beside one of the backpacks, picked up a plastic water gun, and studied it curiously.