Mobuseka:Leon's Adventure-Chapter 98: Clash with the Five Idiots(18)

Do you think I wanted to be born into the royal family?!

Do you think I want to be a noble?!

"I want to be as free as you are!" Julius shouted, trying to strike Leon.

Unfortunately for him, Leon effortlessly dodged or parried his attacks, occasionally countering. After several powerful blows, deep cracks began to appear on Julius's armor. It was becoming obvious—his defeat in the duel was only a matter of time.

"Do you think I don't have my own desires and dreams?!" Julius continued to shout, clenching his fists in frustration. "I don't want to be a prince!"

His voice trembled with emotion, and his breathing grew heavier with each passing second.

"You're lucky!" he yelled angrily. "You were born a poor noble with almost complete freedom! You didn't even have to struggle to achieve what you wanted! From what I've heard, it seems like you've just been lucky! You have talent... some might even call you a genius!"

Julius gritted his teeth in frustration, his eyes burning with pain and envy.

"So why is someone like you standing in my way? Why are you stopping me from getting what I want?!"

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At that moment, a powerful blow from Leon struck Julius's torso. The force of the impact sent him flying backward, crashing to the ground, where he lay, struggling to catch his breath. Through the ringing in his ears, he heard Leon's cold, merciless voice.

"What do you mean when you say, 'I didn't want to be born a prince'?"

Leon stepped forward, looming over the fallen Julius, his eyes burning with fury.

"Has anyone ever tried to sell you off to a fifty-year-old hag who was planning to kill you?"

Julius flinched but couldn't rise.

"Have you ever had to bow to girls and beg them to marry you, only to hear, 'I don't love a country bumpkin' or 'Support my slaves' in response?"

Leon leaned closer, his voice growing harsher.

"Has anyone ever told you, 'My slave-lover is more important to me than you'?"

He scoffed in disdain.

"Of course not. On the contrary, women did everything they could to be with you, and somehow, you managed to turn the very same women that we barons and viscounts know as monsters into soft and shy girls..."

At that moment, an eerie silence fell over the audience.

Many men watching the duel suddenly felt the weight of Leon's words. They swallowed hard as tears threatened to form in their eyes. Some couldn't hold back and covered their faces with their hands, while others lowered their heads, shoulders trembling as they tried to suppress their emotions.

Meanwhile, the women in the audience began shifting uncomfortably. They stole glances at the men but had no idea how to react. A strange feeling was growing in their hearts—shame.

Julius, still gasping for air after his fall, slowly forced himself to his feet. He felt uneasy, but he refused to give up. Clenching his fists, he continued speaking, though his voice no longer carried the same confidence as before.

"S-So what?!" His lips trembled, but he stubbornly pressed on. "At least you have... freedom!"

Freedom?

Upon hearing that word, Leon's fists clenched tightly. His gaze darkened, and his eyes flared with rage.

"What the hell do you mean by freedom?!"

His voice rang out, filled with restrained fury.

"Since I was six years old, I had to train every single day just to escape the control of my stepmother, who was planning to sell me off... essentially into slavery!"

He took a step closer to Julius.

"My chastity was supposed to be taken by a fifty-year-old hag!"

His voice grew louder, each word dripping with pain.

"I went through daily training, and it only got harder and harder! I couldn't afford to be weak! I couldn't afford to make a mistake! I did everything in my power to reach this moment, with this name and this title!"

He raised a hand and pointed directly at Julius, his fingers tightening into a fist.

"I had to go through hell just to protect myself, and you call that freedom?!"

Leon exhaled heavily, his breath unsteady from the emotions surging within him.

"If that's a joke," his voice wavered for a moment before hardening again, "then you better say it right now."

Julius stared at him, unable to form a single word.

From the very beginning... from the moment Leon arrived in this world, despite his outward coldness, he had been fighting every single day to change the future.

He couldn't afford a single mistake.

He couldn't let tragedy happen.

He was afraid. Afraid that one wrong step would lead to disaster.

That's why he had developed dozens of strategies to deal with every potential enemy in the future.

But deep down, he knew...

The world could change at any moment.

Something could go wrong.

Something could deviate from the original story.

And that uncertainty terrified him more than anything else.

That's why the words of the prince—spoken so casually, with such ignorant disregard—infuriated him beyond reason.

"I-I'm not joking," Julius muttered.

Hearing that, Leon's eyes burned even hotter.

"That's even worse." His voice was filled with scorn. "Surrender, Prince."

"I'd rather die than let you take Marie from me!" Julius shouted defiantly. "I don't want anything to do with that woman!" He pointed angrily in Angelica's direction.

Upon hearing those words, Angelica began crying again, finally realizing that the prince never loved her at all.

Seeing her distress, Olivia instinctively rose from her seat, wanting to stand up for her friend, but Angelica stopped her with a gentle shake of her head.

"It's okay," she said softly. "Let's just keep watching."

Giving her friend a sorrowful look, Olivia hesitated but ultimately did as Angelica wished.

Back in the arena, Leon stared at Julius and simply said, "It's time to end this."

He rushed toward the prince, and suddenly, sparks began crackling from the arms of his armor.

Seeing Leon charging at him, Julius tried to prepare himself, but Leon was faster. With a single strike, he completely shattered Julius's armor. The moment the lightning surged through his body, Julius lost consciousness.

Silence fell over the arena.

Only the voice of the judge could be heard.

"Th-The winner is... Leon Bartfort!"