Enemy Attack

"What do you think Father is so nervous about?"

Squatting by the doorway, Illumi asked out of boredom.

His eyes were fixed ahead, yet his gaze was entirely vacant.

Clearly, he was zoning out.

Coleman shrugged, having no idea himself.

Playing with the thin threads in his hands, he spoke nonchalantly, "It should be normal, I suppose. After all, it's Mother who's going through the danger."

After a moment of contemplation, Illumi found himself in complete agreement with Coleman's point.

"Indeed."

But why did he have to kick the two of them out?

That was something he couldn't understand.

It was Father who had called them both back, after all.

How could he chase them out of the hallway and forbid them from entering for a while just moments after they arrived home?

What were they supposed to be doing here, then?

Admiring the moonlight in the Zoldyck courtyard?

"Are you worried, Coleman?"

Since they had nothing better to do, Illumi asked a meaningless question.

"I'm alright."

Father had invited the world's top obstetricians, after all.

What was there for him to worry about?

Besides, Mother's constitution was naturally very strong.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any accidents.

Upon hearing this, Illumi thought about it and agreed there was indeed nothing to worry about.

Even if he were worried, he couldn't be of much help.

Besides, Mother was truly strong.

There shouldn't be any major issues.

Staring boredly at the night sky above, Illumi was currently extremely restless.

He couldn't go see Mother, Father wouldn't let him move around and make noise, and he wasn't allowed to leave either.

He and Coleman were forced to act like wooden statues, sitting here and spacing out.

Rustle.

A gentle breeze stirred the leaves, creating a faint sound.

Coleman slowly looked up, staring at a point in the void.

He said with a troubled expression, "As expected."

Illumi stood up and stretched, his face expressionless. "They're so idle every day. Don't they have proper jobs?"

Why did they have to keep running to his house every single day?

Did they not have homes of their own?

How pitiful.

His eyes were filled with killing intent, yet his heart remained completely calm as he thought this.

It was time for overtime again.

He turned his head to look at Coleman, nodded, and then vanished.

Coleman tracked his brother's incredibly fast afterimage, feeling a sense of admiration.

Illumi's speed had truly improved again.

It hadn't been that difficult to track his movements just half a year ago.

Was this the result of fighting Hisoka?

Hiss, if that was the case, he would have to think of a way to deal with it.

He slowly stood up, a smile on his face, and brushed off the non-existent dust from his clothes.

He would have to come up with a plan to make Hisoka pay to fight him a few times.

How about a "buy three, get one free" deal?

Three matches, and he'd throw in one for free.

I think Hisoka would be quite willing to make this deal.

His gaze slowly swept across the trees surrounding the courtyard, and Coleman smiled without a word.

His blood-colored pupils slowly shifted.

A trace of obvious confusion suddenly mingled with his expression.

He walked slowly toward the thicket.

Alright, alright, let me see.

Who gave you the courage?

To dare to break into the Zoldyck Family estate at a time like this.

It is truly...

Extremely interesting!

His footsteps paused, and Coleman rubbed his wrists.

He curled his lips, his scarlet tongue licking his mouth.

I hope that today, we can both enjoy ourselves to the fullest.

Don't let me down.

Interesting little mice.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the courtyard.

Dust flew, making it impossible to keep one's eyes open.

The leaves collided with one another, emitting a rustling sound.

When one looked again, Coleman, who had been standing in the center of the courtyard, had already vanished.

Slowly, the wind died down.

The courtyard remained exactly as it had been before.

As if nothing had happened at all.

Quiet, eerie.

Filled with murderous intent.

"Master..."

In the dim corridor, a person dressed as a servant hurried over, leaned close to Silva's ear, and whispered a report.

"Something has happened; this is a targeted enemy attack."

Silva's brows locked instantly, his expression darkening.

He tilted his head slightly and issued an order in a low voice.

"Tell Wutong not to hold back, and have Posena bring his men here immediately. If even a single bug gets in..."

His killing intent leaked out for a moment, only to be reined in the second he noticed his subordinate's expression.

Expressionless, he said, "Clean it up thoroughly. Today, aside from the delivery room, nowhere is suitable for bloodshed."

"Yes, Master. And the young masters..."

Hearing mention of his children, Silva's expression softened slightly, his voice carrying an imperceptible hint of a smile: "Let them make a fuss, but don't let them go too far."

It just so happens that this is a chance to test whether those two brats have been slacking off while out and about!

If they haven't made any progress at all...

Then it simply means I haven't assigned them enough missions!

"Keep an eye on them; don't let them act recklessly."

The servant heard the master's arrangements and smiled slightly: "Yes, Master. Then this subordinate will take his leave."

He waved his hand to signal that the servant could return to his duties.

Silva leaned against the wall, narrowed his eyes, and let out a cold snort.

Their boldness is truly growing by the day!

Hmph, it seems it is time to find a moment to teach them a lesson.

He let out a scoff, yet his face filled with tension the moment he heard the pained groans coming from the delivery room.

He reached a hand tentatively toward the door, only to pull it back due to the doctor's earlier instructions.

He couldn't help but sigh.

This is far too agonizing!

Narrowing his eyes, Silva hit upon a brilliant idea.

I'll go kill a few people in a while to relax.