Son Of The Mafia Family

06 - Bad day to be Killed

"Mr. Yan is an extraordinary man. He can compete with his siblings and become a leader at a young age. If someone asks who is the greatest, I would answer that it is Mr. Yan Drago, the father of young master Leon."

Leon is currently sitting at the dining table with his teacher, Gera, who is explaining in detail the lesson they will learn today: table manners. Gera raises his hand, and several servants come and prepare lunch for them. Today's class session is held during lunchtime.

"Have you studied table manners?" Gera asks.

Leon replies, "I've read about it, but... I'm still confused."

A sigh is heard from Gera. "Well, that's okay, it's because you're learning for the first time. In the past, the master could practice it directly just by reading a book.  I think because you're his son you will be the same. But… unfortunately." His voice whispers but is still audible to Leon.

Gera smiles, again.

"That's why I've prepared special utensils for beginners like you, so you can easily recognize the differences."

Leon receives several colorful utensils arranged on his table. Like some time ago when he was given utensils that should be for little kid, just like the book back then.

Leon raises his head and observes the bespectacled man. "Any questions?"

Gera's lips lift, and he smiles; his eyes seem friendly.

But if observed, Gera has shown a cynical look behind those friendly eyes several times.

This man doesn't like me. Perhaps he thinks I'm unworthy, or he dislikes the fact that I wasn't raised in manner since childhood. Either way, the man in front of Leon always belittles him with words veiled in praise.

Like now.

Leon holds the colorful eating utensils on his table.

"Can you differentiate them?"

Again, of course, Leon can distinguish them by their different colors and shapes from the original.

Leon smiles faintly. "Yes, it's VERY EASY to remember."

"Thank goodness, that's how children learn, and it's the easiest way. Now, please take that meat plate and cut it using a slightly larger knife, use the fork as a support in your left hand."

"Yes, you're truly great, Sir Leon."

A small round of applause is directed at him as he cuts the first piece of meat.

Leon takes a breath. He feels this is degrading treatment. But seeing the servants' reactions, who remain silent without saying anything, makes Leon not too sure.

"Is this normal, or do they all just dislike me?"

Noticing his tired young master, Randoff gladly provides the snacks favored by his young master.

"Is there a problem in class?" Leon shakes his head. "No, he's a good teacher. So good that I can understand what he teaches me right away."

"It's because you're a genius. Gera is a professional teacher, but he is known to be strict and gives a lot of assignments to his students."

"Does Gera usually teach children?"

"No, he never teaches children."

"Really? He seems very suitable for teaching them if he uses the methods he taught me," Leon thinks.

The issue with Gera is set aside for now. After all, he teaches me well and easily, even if he sometimes underestimates me like that.

At night, Leon stands in front of his window. The man rarely goes out and is more often in a larger room than his former home.

"Why did that old man ask me to come?"

Leon doesn't understand. Especially after everything the man did to him and his mother.

At times like this, he sees me as just a tool to be used.

Leon listens to the sound of the door opening. There is only one person who dares to enter and exit his room, the servant and closest person in this house, Randoff.

Leon often finds Randoff changing his water jug periodically every night. Or just checking on his young master who is still not sleeping while enjoying the night view.

"...Randoff?"

Usually, the man always greets him first when he sees him, but it's been a while since the door opened with no sound at all.

Leon quickly turns his body, feeling uneasy. As his body faces backward, what he sees is a gleam reflected from a large needle pointing toward his eyes.

Leon immediately avoids it by deflecting the hand of the unknown person and ends up rolling in the opposite direction of the intruder.

His eyes quickly catch the figure of the perpetrator wearing the clothes of a male servant he often sees every morning. However, the face of the person is not very clear because they promptly cover themselves. Realizing he's been spotted, the person quickly runs towards Leon, still on the floor.

Leon tries to dodge. Still crouching, he jumps to the side. But the imposter servant is no longer targeting him; his steps turn towards the half-open window as if trying to escape from the room.

Moving on instinct, Leon throws the knife that was previously lying on the floor and strengthens his grip.

With one long pull, Leon's eyes widened. Randoff states that no one should know about his presence, at least until he is truly ready to go into the field. That's why Leon doesn't live in the main house now. No one should know about him. That's why only chosen people work here.

The fake servant fails to jump from the second floor after the knife Leon threw pierces his leg.

"Damn," the servant curses and pulls out the knife. But Leon moves quickly and hits the man.

One blow shouldn't have much impact, especially on a deceptive servant who has prepared to kill his opponent.

But he got the wrong idea.

Because of this bastard, Leon Mysandra is not as weak as he thinks. Moreover, his readiness for his subordinates is very weak, very different from Yan Dragon. The missing chairman is not present.

"Burgh."

The

servant coughs, and blood comes out of his lips. Then, as he tries to run away again, a knife is pointed right in front of his eyes, ready to stab at any moment.

And a dark aura emanates from Leon's face. He is angry right now.

Slowly, the servant raises his hands. "F-Forgive me."

"Don't move."

With trembling eyes, the servant watches the movement of the sharp object just one centimeter in front of his eyes.

In the middle of that tense position, Leon's room door opens wide.

"Young master! What happened?" Randoff sounds worried as he looks towards his young master. The initially worried face quickly returns to normal as he approaches Leon and the unknown person.

There's a feeling of relief when seeing his loyal servant.

"No! Young master, dodge!" Simultaneously, Leon's head is hit by the object held by the fake servant.

I just looked away for a moment!

The fake servant then jumps from the second floor, trying to escape. Leon needs to chase him now!

"Randoff! Call the guards now-" An ear-piercing explosion deafens him for a while.

The fake servant who just landed is no longer escaping and looks shocked.

Randoff pulls the trigger, aiming the small gun at the intruder, shooting him relentlessly this time.

The sound is very close, making Leon's ears hurt. This is the first time he has heard the sound of gunfire.

When the criminal is helpless, the guards, who were apparently on guard downstairs, bring the man roughly.

"Are you okay?"

"... Is he…  dead?" Leon asks, still in shock.

Randoff wipes his gun with a handkerchief and puts it back in his pants. "Of course not." The man then puts the gun back in his pants, precisely behind his shirt and covered, no longer visible.

"We need to find out who he is before killing him."

Until now, Leon didn't care too much and just thought that this place was where people sought power with money. However, he finally remembers. 

No matter how good and friendly they are... this is place of Mafia