Mobuseka:Leon's Adventure

"By your command, I will do anything you wish, my young queen, Leon said with a faint smile, slowly stepping closer to her."

"Y-young?" Maylan stammered, feeling her cheeks flush red. "Oh, don't joke like that. I'm already old," she added, trying to shake off the sudden wave of embarrassment.

But Leon wasn't about to give her a chance to collect herself.

"Old? When I walked in here, I thought I saw a beautiful young princess—graceful and radiant, like a spring flower, he continued, with a teasing yet sincere tone."

"B-beautiful?" Maylan whispered. Without realizing it, she took a step closer. Her hand instinctively reached out for Leon's, clasping it firmly. Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still.

But suddenly, a loud, deliberate cough broke the moment.

"Ahem, ahem," came the voice of a maid who had been silently standing in the corner of the room. Her gaze clearly suggested they should stop.

The queen quickly pulled her hand away and stepped back, her face burning with embarrassment.

Leon, clearly annoyed, clicked his tongue as he let go of her hand.

"Tch… Just a bit more, and I could've been Julius's stepfather," he thought, smirking to himself.

Out loud, however, he quickly adopted a more serious expression and began apologizing.

"My apologies, Your Majesty. I didn't mean to overstep."

"It's fine, Leon" Maylan replied, trying to regain her regal composure. "I accept your apology. Although it's a shame you won't be able to befriend my son for now, I'm still grateful to you for everything."

Her words were genuine. It truly pleased her to hear Leon's compliments. In recent years, her confidence had dwindled, especially beside Roland, who had long since stopped seeing her as a woman. But those words, though a bit audacious, rekindled a forgotten sense of pride within her.

A few minutes later, their conversation came to an end. Leon said his farewells and made his way toward the exit.

But before he left, Maylan reminded him:

"Tomorrow is the ceremony to honor your achievements. Make sure you return on time."

Leon nodded, smiled, and left the room.

As soon as he stepped outside, a familiar mechanical voice greeted him:

"I hope you were satisfied with today's events, Master."

It was his artificial intelligence, Luxion.

"Ah, so that's what felt off. Your absence!" Leon chuckled. "I was beginning to think things were too quiet today."

"I had several reasons for staying away" Luxion replied, his voice emotionless yet faintly sarcastic. "First, I wanted to let you enjoy the moment. Second, your actions gave me… what do you humans call it… secondhand embarrassment?"

Leon snorted.

"Secondhand embarrassment? Don't make me laugh. I was magnificent."

He confidently strode toward the palace gates.

However, just as he stepped outside, a stranger called out to him:

"Excuse me, you're Viscount Bartfort, aren't you? This is for you."

The man, dressed as a courier, handed Leon a letter.

"A prisoner named Anthony requests an audience with you."

Leon took the letter, read it briefly, and muttered:

"A prisoner? And I'm supposed to meet him… in a prison? Interesting. I don't even remember seeing prisons here. Hmm, it might be worth a look."

Luxion chimed in:

"Why bother going? I'm certain you won't enjoy the conditions of the prisons in this world."

"You may be right," Leon admitted with a thoughtful nod. "But my curiosity's been piqued. Let's hear what this Anthony has to say."

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Thirty minutes later, Leon was at the location. The prison was situated on a small floating island near the capital. It resembled a fortress—grim and impenetrable.

At the entrance, a warden greeted him and briefly explained the prison's structure:

"We house all kinds of criminals here: bandits, pirates, drug dealers, and even kingpins. Strict rules ensure they stay in line."

As Leon walked down the corridors, he observed the prisoners. The facility was harsh—narrow, dimly lit cells, minimal comforts, and cold stone walls.

He eventually reached the cell that housed Anthony, the prisoner who had sent the letter. Inside, Leon saw a massive man with a large, corpulent frame. His face was rugged, almost carved from stone, with harsh features and a grim expression that made him look like a fearsome thug.

Anthony noticed Leon and immediately approached the bars.

"You're the Viscount?" he asked in a low, slightly trembling voice.

"Yes," Leon replied curtly, crossing his arms. His gaze remained cold and distant. "I'm here to hear your request. Speak plainly."

Anthony stared at Leon for a few moments, as if debating whether to begin. Finally, he spoke:

"Do you know what they say on the outside?" His voice was tense. "On your first day in prison, pick the biggest, scariest inmate in the yard… and beat him up. That way, the others will leave you alone."

Leon frowned slightly, not expecting such an opening.

At that moment, Anthony's voice quavered. He lowered his gaze, and tears began to stream down his face. His massive frame visibly trembled.

"I just wish people would stop beating me up on their first day," he said, his voice cracking. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks as he struggled to speak through the sobs.

"Yes, I know I'm big and look scary, but damn it, I'm only here for mail fraud!"

Leon froze, stunned by the turn of events. His expression reflected utter confusion, but he remained silent, listening intently.

"I don't even know how to fight," Anthony continued. "I'm this fat because of stress. When I'm nervous, I eat. A lot. It's my curse."

He gestured at his large belly, his fingers nervously tugging at his clothes.

"My mom always said the only thing bigger than my stomach is my heart," he added with a weak smile, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

Anthony sighed heavily, his voice trembling as he continued to pour his heart out:

"Things have gotten so bad that even the Aryan Brotherhood tries to stop people from hitting me. Can you imagine? It's unbearable."

He looked at Leon with a desperate plea in his eyes:

"If you could convince the warden to warn new prisoners not to attack me, it would mean the world to me."

Then, almost in a whisper, as if afraid others might hear, he added:

"Please, don't hit me. I really can't take it anymore."

His voice shook, and he seemed on the verge of a breakdown. He lowered his head and murmured softly:

"My hands shake so much now that it's hard to knit."

Leon, bewildered, stared at him.

"Knit?"

Anthony nodded and suddenly produced two knitting needles and a ball of yarn from his cell. His large fingers deftly worked the threads, creating intricate patterns.

"I make scarves for all the new inmates. How can anyone punch someone who gives them handmade seasonal accessories?" he said bitterly, continuing to knit.

Leon, struck by the absurdity and sincerity of Anthony's story, remained silent for a while. He hadn't expected to find someone like this behind bars—a man who looked intimidating but was gentle and deeply vulnerable inside.

Finally, he sighed and spoke:

"Fine. I'll talk to the warden. Maybe something can be done."

Anthony's face lit up with a weak but genuine smile.

"Thank you… thank you so much, Viscount," he said, his voice trembling with relief.

Leon didn't respond. He simply turned and walked toward the warden, pondering how strange and cruel this world was, where even the kindest souls could become targets of ridicule and abuse.

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