"I-I do have a maid, but no butlers," Justin replied with a neutral expression.
"Good... I'm your butler starting tomorrow," Leon ordered with a smile.
"So, umm... how much do you want as your salary?" Justin asked, looking confused.
"I don't care about the money. Pay me whatever you want. Now, tell me about your brothers," Leon said, his tone flat.
"My oldest brother—the one next in line to become the head of the family—is Jamie Weaver.
He has two wives, a single son around three years old, and he's a graduate of Velthorne Academy.
He spends most of his time at the north-eastern border—"
"Wait... What house ?" Leon asked calmly.
"What?" Justin blinked.
"I mean, what class is your brother?" Leon clarified.
"He's a Healer. One of the best you'll find in the entire kingdom," Justin replied.
"My second oldest brother's name is Jim Weaver," he continued.
"Quick question—why do all your names start with the letter 'J'?" Leon asked with genuine confusion.
"I-I don't know. My father chose them," Justin answered, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"Why are you sweating so much?" Leon asked, raising an eyebrow.
"T-The information I'm giving you... it might not seem like a big deal to you, but to me, it's a huge risk. I'm leaking family secrets—that makes me a traitor."
'Family secrets ? That's general information I think. But, in his sense of speaking... He is the traitor in a way.' Leon thought.
Leon tilted his head, then shrugged. "Well, you had your chance to walk away. You still do. Go back to your table and I'll pretend this conversation never happened. But if you walk away now, I won't ever be interested in helping you again.
I only help people who want to help themselves. Not cowards who run like little girls the moment it's time to act. So, Feel free to leave anytime you want."
With that, Leon picked up his book and began reading again.
"I-I'm sorry... It just seems really risky. I mean, I'm telling all this to someone outside the family, and I don't even know how much power you actually hold—"
Suddenly, Leon raised his index finger and pointed down toward the table.
Justin glanced down and his face turned pale, as the words didn't come out of his mouth.
Two sharp blades were floating just a few centimeters from his stomach. One of them tilted slightly—aimed directly at his heart and the other one at his dick.
"I saw the wand handle sticking out of your pocket when you walked up to my table. And when you lifted your hand off the table, it slipped back into your pocket—most likely to get a grip on it.
You were planning to cast either an offensive or defensive spell—silently and without my knowledge.
That's why you maintained eye contact so intently... to avoid looking down but you couldn't notice my blades either," Leon explained.
"I'd suggest you stay calm," Leon interrupted, his voice cold.
"Because before you can even finish the first word of a cast, one of these blades will pierce your heart...
and the other will slice your dick off, maybe you will live after the heart one but that dick-cutting will really make you... Oh well, you know what.
That's why you should always pre-cast defensive spells before engaging in conversation with someone you suspect might be 'Dangerous' ," Leon said, making air quotes with his fingers.
"S-So… are you going to kill me?" Justin asked nervously, slowly pulling his hands out of his pockets and placing them on the table.
"No. You asked how much power I hold—this is your question's answer," Leon replied calmly.
"I-I get it now… P-Please, withdraw your blades. I don't want to become a man with no dick," Justin said seriously.
"I don't want to make you one," Leon smirked, then retracted the floating blades and extended his hand. "It'll be a pleasure working with you, Justin Weaver."
Justin hesitated, then reached out. The two shook hands.
"Now then, what's the status of your second oldest brother?" Leon asked with a smile.
"His class is swordsman, and he's 26 years old... He says that he is single, but secretly has a girlfriend. She's a knight in the Royal Army. He loves her more than anything, Her name is Amelia Ford. Anything else you want to know?" Justin replied, still a bit nervous.
"What about your third brother?" Leon asked, his face unreadable.
"Oh… he's not a problem. Just a drunk. Spends most of his time at the Windgrass Brothel. Spending our father's money on whores and stupid sluts."
"Well… that's an interesting character," Leon muttered. "You can go now. I'll gather the rest of the information myself. You don't stay in the academy dorms, right?"
"No. I travel from my house to the academy every day."
"One last question—why didn't you get into Velthorne Academy?" Leon asked, raising a brow.
"Because… they don't take students based on knowledge. They conduct aptitude tests… and I failed," Justin answered with a hint of shame.
"Inform your maid that I'll be in front of your house, day after tomorrow at 8 a.m. sharp. Tell her to teach me the routines and chores.
Don't talk to me in public, and don't give me orders in front of others unless necessary.
Also—starting tomorrow, you'll begin practicing real magic," Leon said, his voice sharp and commanding. Orıginal content can be found at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
"Y-Yes… Umm, can I go now?" Justin asked hesitantly.
"Yes," Leon replied, already engrossed in his book once more.
'I have to make some buff skills in order to make him a good mage.'
'But his family is rather interesting… a brother with two wives and a son, yet he spends most of his time stationed at the northeastern border. Suspicious.
And the second brother… deeply in love with a female knight. Now, I can only wonder what might happen if she gets posted at the same border as the first brother…
What if their meals are spiked with a potent aphrodisiac? Or better… what if the second brother and the first brother's wife end up in a sealed room inside the castle, and the air starts to fill with that same aphrodisiac ?
Heh… now that would be a sight worth seeing. A brother might forgive an assassination attempt… but never fucking his wife or girlfriend.
Once both of them starts to fight each other, they should get eliminated from the successor's list.
That's a wicked thought. But such games aren't easy to pull off… I'll need to get inside that house and see what's really going on.' A devious smile crept onto Leon's face as more ideas began forming in his mind.