Mobuseka:Leon's Adventure

Damn, damn, damn!

Zola was in one of the hotel rooms. Her clothes were torn, her hair disheveled, and the room itself was in a deplorable state. Deep scratches, as if made by sharp claws, marked the walls.

Driven by the events that had transpired, Zola was on the verge of madness. At first, she tore at her own hair, and then she turned her destructive rage on the furniture in the room.

Everything was upside down. Wardrobe doors hung open, their contents scattered everywhere. Clothes lay in dirty heaps on the floor. The curtains hung in tatters, and the bed — somehow — had been flipped onto its side, as though a hurricane had swept through.

The hotel staff, stunned by the chaos, kept their distance. No one dared even to peek inside the room, granting Zola complete freedom in her destructive frenzy.

Three maids stood near the door, whispering nervously as they debated what to do.

"She's crazy, I swear!" one of them muttered, clutching a cleaning rag tightly in her trembling hands. "Why do these kinds of guests always show up on our shift?"

"Quiet!" the second maid hissed, her tone sharp and warning. "She's a noblewoman. Better not get involved, or we'll be the ones paying for this mess!"

"Then let's just leave!" suggested the third maid, her voice trembling with fear.

The three exchanged uneasy glances and quickly scurried away, leaving Zola alone in the wrecked room.

Zola had overheard their conversation but couldn't care less. Her thoughts were consumed by a singular, burning hatred.

"Damn the Bartsfort family!" she screamed, clutching her head in despair. "They ruined everything! Everything I worked for!"

She slammed her fist against the overturned bed as if it were somehow responsible for her misery.

But what exactly had she been working toward? Zola had dreamed of a carefree life filled with wealth and luxury. Barcus, her now ex-husband, had been nothing more than a means to an end. She had planned to leave him as soon as he ceased to be useful, intending to marry a viscount who had already promised her the life she craved.

But the Bartsforts had destroyed her plans. Because of them, the viscount had rejected her. Worse yet, her reputation was in shambles. Now, everyone knew her as an unfaithful woman. Even the viscount, though he offered her temporary refuge on his estate, had made it clear she would need to leave soon.

Her life was in ruins. Her family had severed all ties with her. Her name had become synonymous with disgrace.

"I'll make them pay for this!" she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice trembling with rage.

Yet despite her current circumstances, Zola still held a trump card. She was a member of a secret organization known as "The Ladies' Web," a network of cunning, calculating women willing to do whatever it took to achieve their goals.

"I could convince them that Leon is a threat to the entire organization," she muttered, her tone growing calmer but no less dangerous. "And it wouldn't even be a lie."

A predatory smile spread across her lips.

"Sleep while you can, Bartsforts. I'll wipe your family off the face of the earth."

Her eyes burned with malice, her voice steady and ice-cold. A plan began to take shape in her mind—a dangerous, intricate web of manipulation, hatred, and unrelenting ambition. She stood amid the wreckage of the room, a storm raging both in her surroundings and within her thoughts.

At that moment, the door suddenly burst open. Two teenagers stepped into the room without knocking. They were her children—Rutart and Merce. Their faces showed a mix of genuine confusion and mild concern.

"What happened, Mother?" Rutart asked, his eyes scanning the chaos—the shattered furniture, the torn papers, and the overall destruction.

Merce, meanwhile, stood frozen, her wide eyes taking in the scene as she struggled to process it.

"The Bartsforts happened," Zola hissed venomously, hurling a plate to the floor with such force that it shattered into countless shards.

The children froze in place, their expressions shifting from surprise to fear.

"Why are you mentioning them?" Rutart asked, irritation creeping into his voice. "Those filthy peasants?" His face twisted in anger, and Merce nodded silently beside him, adding with disdain:

"Did they do something?"

Their mother lifted her head, her face contorted with rage.

"Did they do something? They ruined our lives!" she shouted, slamming her fist against the wall.

"What did they do?!" the children exclaimed almost in unison, taking a step back.

Taking a deep breath, Zola tried to steady herself, but her voice still quivered with fury.

"Barcus left us. He found out you're not his children and humiliated me in front of everyone! That little brat of his made sure I'll never marry again—not even to some lowly baron!" She clenched her fists, then covered her face with her hands. "And now… we're almost out of money. I even had to sell my elf..."

Her words left Rutart and Merce speechless. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. Memories and fragmented thoughts raced through their minds as they tried to piece everything together.

"What about the academy?" Merce finally asked, her voice trembling. She couldn't bear the suffocating silence any longer.

Lowering her hands, Zola stared at her daughter with cold, bitter eyes.

"I've put your studies on hold. We can't afford it anymore."

Merce's legs gave out beneath her. She collapsed to her knees, clutching her head, and let out a choked sob.

"No… That's not true…"

Rutart, meanwhile, clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His hatred for the Bartsforts—especially Leon—flared anew. That boy had always irritated him. Leon was successful, popular, talented. Most infuriatingly, Leon was everything Rutart wanted to be.

"That should've been me," Rutart thought, his jaw tightening. "His ship, his money, his fame, his title. He stole it all from me!"

His thoughts were interrupted by his mother's sharp, commanding tone:

"Pack your things. We're leaving the capital. Staying here is too expensive, and we can't afford it any longer."

"Where are we going?" the children asked in unison, their voices filled with exhaustion and despair.

"To the viscount's estate," Zola replied curtly, her tone firm. "He's agreed to shelter us for a time."

Without another word, she began gathering her belongings with swift, practiced efficiency. Her children silently followed suit, their faces a mixture of anger, fear, and helplessness. The room seemed to buzz with tension, as though peace would never again find its way into their lives.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the room, Cleare could be seen in camouflage mode, silently observing the chaos unfold

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As you may have noticed, the chapters have become longer. I spend several hours on each one, adding more detail and writing more. This has turned out to be quite challenging, so unfortunately, I won't be able to release 14 chapters this week as I promised.