Mobuseka:Leon's Adventure-Chapter 118

For ten minutes, Leon carried the drunken Olivia in his arms, carefully returning her to her room. He gently laid her on the bed and gave her a thorough look-over—checking whether she had drunk too much and whether her condition might worsen. Once he was sure there was no immediate danger, he let out a relieved sigh and turned to head back to the others.

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On his way, he paused briefly, allowing himself a moment to catch his breath.

"Well... That was unexpected," he muttered under his breath, recalling how Olivia had suddenly hugged him. "Even if she was drunk... I'm not complaining."

He closed his eyes for a moment, and a strange, almost dreamy smile spread across his face. That brief moment—it had felt like it lasted forever.

But then, Leon's eyes snapped open.

"Right. I still have to head back. I'll think about it later... when everyone's gone."

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He picked up the pace and soon reached the house where his family had gathered. Inside, his father, brothers—Vito and Tony—and their family friend Angelica were laughing, drinking, and swapping funny stories from the past. The sound of their rowdy fun grew louder the closer Leon got, until he stepped inside.

Once in the living room, he froze. His eyes widened in shock: Angelica stood there, downing several types of alcohol one after another, like she was competing against herself.

"What the hell is she doing?!" flashed through Leon's mind.

He didn't hesitate. Rushing over, he gently but firmly stopped her, taking the half-empty bottle of whiskey from her hands.

"Damn it, Angelica! You can't do that—mixing and chugging drinks like that, especially in those amounts!" he said sternly, setting the bottle aside.

"Huh? But I'm fine," Angelica replied, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. Her expression was a mix of confusion and slight embarrassment. "I just thought... if I drink a lot and fast, I'll get drunk quicker... and relax."

Leon frowned. His eyes swept across the table cluttered with empty and half-full bottles. Then he caught sight of his father—nearly naked—proudly flexing his muscles while chugging beer by the liter. On either side of him were Vito and Tony—equally underdressed and equally ridiculous. The other guests were watching the scene in stunned silence, unable to look away. Especially Luce, who was staring at Barcus like she was under some kind of spell.

Leon just shook his head, massaging his temples as he muttered darkly:

"Hah... And I'm the one they used to call an idiot..."

Turning back to Angelica, he softened his voice and said:

"Listen. Drinking a lot and fast doesn't get you instantly drunk. But slowly, surely—it catches up with you. You'll start to feel heavy, your tongue won't cooperate, and then... you might start doing things you'd never do sober. So while you're still in decent shape, let's get out of here. You need fresh air. A little peace and quiet. When we're back in your room, wash your face with cold water—it'll help you sober up."

Angelica closed her eyes for a few seconds, as if weighing his words. Then she quietly said:

"Let's stay a little longer... I don't want to leave the table just yet."

Leon sighed. He could tell there was no use pushing her right now.

"...Alright, if that's what you want. But only for a little while," he replied, his tone softening.

"Mhm," Angelica nodded with a satisfied smile.

As the minutes passed, her intoxication grew stronger. Within ten minutes, she was struggling to stay still—her body itching to move, as if restlessness had taken over. Another ten minutes, and her steps turned clumsy—those awkward, unstable strides of someone too drunk to walk on their own.

That's when Leon realized it was time to take her to her room. Just like he had done with Olivia earlier, he helped Angelica up—gently, wordlessly, and with care.

On the way to her room, Angelica unexpectedly began to apologize. Her voice was shaky with emotion, and at one point, she even let out a soft sob:

"Ugh... I'm sorry, Leon..." she mumbled, stumbling over her words. "I didn't think I'd be such a... burden to you when I'm drunk. Please forgive me..."

Hearing her apology, Leon felt a pang of discomfort. He furrowed his brows and answered in a quiet but firm tone:

"Why are you apologizing? You haven't done anything wrong."

They kept walking, and after a few more steps, without looking at her, Leon asked the question that had been bothering him for several minutes:

"By the way... why did you drink so much in the first place?"

Angelica hesitated. She looked away, clearly debating whether to be honest. Then, with some hesitation but growing resolve, she said:

"I... was jealous of Olivia."

"...Jealous? Of Olivia?" Leon repeated, surprised, raising his eyebrows.

Angelica gave him a brief glance, then shook her head and replied more firmly—despite the alcohol in her system:

"That's all you're getting from me."

Leon just sighed:

"...Alright."

A few moments later, they reached Angelica's room—which turned out to be right next door to Olivia's.

Just as Leon turned to leave, Angelica suddenly stepped close to him. Before he could react, she wrapped her arms around him... and kissed him on the cheek. Her eyes shone with warm gratitude, and a genuine, content smile lit up her face.

"Thank you..." she said softly. "For everything. For helping me get back on my feet after Julius... For being there for me when I needed someone... And for just being such a good person."

As if by magic, something in her shifted—her gaze cleared, her movements grew steady, and without a trace of a wobble, she briskly walked to her door. She stepped inside her room and, without looking back, shut the door behind her.