"Tell me, what's Father so nervous about?"
Illumi squatted by the door, asking out of boredom.
His eyes were fixed straight ahead, but his gaze was vacant.
Clearly, his mind was elsewhere.
Coleman shrugged. He had no idea either.
Playing with the fine threads in his hand, he said nonchalantly, "This should be normal, right? After all, it's Mom who's going through the danger."
After thinking it over for a moment, Illumi fully agreed with Coleman.
"True."
But why had Father kicked the two of them out?
That was what he couldn't understand.
Father had clearly called them both back.
So why, not long after they'd arrived home, had he driven the two brothers out into the hallway and forbidden them from going back in for a while?
Then why had they come back at all?
To admire the moonlight over the Zoldyck Family estate?
"Are you worried, Coleman?"
With nothing else to do, Illumi asked a pointless question.
"Not really."
Father had brought in one of the world's top obstetricians.
What was there to worry about?
Besides, Mom was very strong to begin with.
In theory, nothing should go wrong.
Hearing that, Illumi thought it over and realized there really wasn't much to worry about.
Even if they were worried, they couldn't do much to help.
Besides, Mom really was strong.
There shouldn't be any major problems.
He stared vacantly at the night sky above.
Illumi was bored out of his mind.
He couldn't go see Mom, Father wouldn't let him move around and make noise, and he wasn't allowed to leave.
He and Coleman could only sit there obediently like a couple of logs.
Spacing out.
"Rustle."
A breeze stirred the leaves, making a faint sound.
Coleman slowly raised his head, fixing his gaze on a point in the distance.
He said with a troubled sigh, "Just as I thought."
Illumi stood up and stretched, his face expressionless. "They sure have a lot of free time. Don't they have proper jobs?"
Why did they keep coming to their house every day?
Did they not have homes?
Poor things.
His eyes were brimming with murderous intent, but his thoughts were utterly calm.
Looks like I'll have to work overtime again.
He turned to Coleman, nodded, and then vanished.
Coleman tracked his brother's fleeting afterimage, impressed.
Illumi's gotten even faster.
Just six months ago, it hadn't been so hard to follow his movements.
Was that the result of fighting Hisoka?
Tch. If so, I'd better come up with a plan.
He rose slowly, a smile on his face, and brushed off dust that wasn't there.
I'll have to figure out a way to get Hisoka to pay me for a few fights.
How about three fights, plus one free?
He gets one free fight after paying for three.
I think Hisoka would be more than happy to take that deal.
Coleman slowly swept his gaze across the trees around the courtyard, smiling without a word.
His blood-red eyes shifted.
A trace of unmistakable confusion suddenly crossed his expression.
He slowly walked toward the trees.
All right, all right. Let's see.
Who gave you the nerve to come here?
To force your way into the Zoldyck Family estate at a time like this.
This is...
Absolutely fascinating!
He paused and rubbed his wrists.
His lips curled into a grin as his crimson tongue licked them.
I hope we can both enjoy ourselves tonight.
Don't disappoint me.
You interesting little rats.
Suddenly, a strong gust swept through the courtyard.
Dust swirled, making it hard to keep one's eyes open.
The leaves collided with one another, rustling loudly.
When the wind died down, Coleman, who had been standing in the middle of the courtyard, had vanished.
Slowly, the wind subsided.
The courtyard looked just as it had before.
As if nothing had happened.
Quiet, eerie.
Full of killing intent.
"My lord..."
In the dim hallway, a servant hurried over and leaned close to Silva's ear, speaking in a low voice.
"There's been an incident. This is a targeted attack."
Silva's brow furrowed at once, his expression darkening.
He turned slightly and gave his orders in a low voice.
"Tell Gotoh not to hold back. Have Posena bring people here immediately. If even one bug gets in..."
His killing intent flared, then vanished as soon as he noticed his subordinate's expression.
His face blank, he continued, "Keep things clean. Today, the delivery room is the only place where blood should be spilled."
"Yes, my lord. And the young masters...?"
At the mention of his children, Silva's expression softened a little, and a faint smile touched his voice. "Let them have their fun, but make sure they don't go too far."
This was a good chance to see whether those two brats had been fooling around while they were away!
If they hadn't improved at all...
Then he clearly hadn't assigned them enough missions!
"Keep an eye on them. Don't let them get out of hand."
The servant heard his master's instructions and smiled slightly. "Yes, my lord. I'll take my leave, then."
Silva waved him off, signaling that he could get back to work.
Leaning against the wall, Silva narrowed his eyes and snorted.
Their nerve was growing by the day!
Hmph. It was about time he set aside a little time to teach them a lesson.
He gave a scoffing laugh, but the moment he heard a strained groan from the delivery room, his face grew tense.
He tentatively reached for the door, then pulled his hand back, remembering the doctor's earlier warning.
He couldn't help sighing.
This was almost unbearable!
Silva narrowed his eyes, struck by a brilliant idea.
He'd go kill a few people later to unwind.
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