In the sky, a ship could be seen moving at incredible speed toward the Bartfort estate. Onboard were only two people — Barkus and Leon. They were engaged in a conversation, during which Barkus thanked Leon for helping him correct a mistake he had made in his youth. It was due to this mistake that he had married Zola. Now, he was free, and with him, his entire family was free as well.
After so ti, Leon was forced to leave his father alone, as Clear and Luxion needed to report sothing to him. By then, it was already evening. The First Leon's consciousness was inactive, but the Second was still awake and decided to finish all pending matters.
"So, what's the update, Luxion?" the Second asked, looking at the AI with expectant eyes.
"As you predicted, Master, the Viscount and Zola have begun arguing," Luxion responded in his usual tone. "Clear is currently observing them. Is there anything you would like to order?"
Hearing this, the Second thought for a mont, recalling the novel's plot, and said:
"Yes. Kill Zola and her children."
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A few hours later, it was decided to slow down the ship to ensure they arrived ho early in the morning. This gave Barkus and Leon so ti to rest and regain their strength before the important eting with others. When they finally reached ho, the first rays of sunlight were already breaking through the thick clouds, painting the sky in warm shades of pink and gold. Tired but satisfied, they disembarked, breathing in the scent of fresh grass and morning dew, mixed with the distant aroma of the forest.
Wasting no ti, the two headed straight for the Bartfort family house, where they were eagerly awaited. Everyone present fell silent as they listened to the tale of what had happened. Words flowed one after another, painting a vivid picture of the events for the listeners. Gradually, joy and relief replaced the tension that had filled the house. Soon, the news spread throughout the entire barony.
The barony decided to throw a celebration in honor of the occasion. After all, Zola hadn't just been a problem for the Bartforts but for many local residents as well.
By noon, the entire barony was ready for the festivities. There were plenty of drinks — both alcoholic and non-alcoholic — and an abundance of different foods. All of this was purchased using the money that had been intended for Zola the following year.
Barkus and Luce celebrated with particular enthusiasm, as Luce was no longer Barkus's concubine but his official wife.
During the revelry, Corin decided to ask:
"Dad, Mom, how did you two et?"
Hearing this, Barkus and Luce started glancing around awkwardly.
"I don't even want to know," Jenna, sitting nearby, suddenly remarked.
But the three brothers were eager to hear the story of how their parents had t. Even Finley showed interest.
Seeing this, Barkus cleared his throat and began:
"Well, since you're curious, so be it. Back then, I was... well, pretty much a pervert, traveling the country in search of won with nice butts."
"Ass-man," Leon suddenly interjected.
"What's your problem?!" Barkus shouted angrily.
"Breasts are the ultimate truth!" Said Leon
Barkus was about to explode, but seeing his wife's glare, he backed down and continued:
"Anyway, I t your mother on the street and started hitting on her."
"At first, our relationship was tense because your father was utterly repulsive," Luce added. Then, grabbing her cheeks in embarrassnt, she continued:
"But the more I talked to him, the more interesting he beca to . We started eting more often, and about a month later, we decided to visit the Bartfort barony. By that ti, we already had feelings for each other. On that day, I drank a lot and behaved... well, quite provocatively, showing myself off to Barkus until I eventually passed out."
"Ahem, let take it from here," Barkus interrupted.
"Seeing how she was behaving, I felt my resolve weakening, but I still held myself back. However, when she passed out at the bar counter, my gaze shifted to her rear. And let tell you, I just couldn't hold back anymore. But I didn't want to do anything without her consent. So, leaning over her head, I started whispering:
'Luce, fair warning: if you fall asleep here...'
I began stroking her face and murmuring in her ear:
'...your sweet behind won't remain unsupervised.'
And at that mont, she woke up instantly. She turned to with a look of fear at first, but then, rembering it was , she smiled and went off to spend so private ti with ."
"And that, essentially, is how Nics was born," Barkus concluded proudly.
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From the author: I wanted to ask what you think of my humor. Would you like to tone it down? Or do you not like it at all?
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