Problematic Sisters

The next morning, Leon approached Barkus with a request:

"Dad, since I handled the pirates, can I take some of the stuff they left behind?"

Hearing this, Barkus, who was busy with paperwork, set his documents aside to look at his son.

"Hmm... Well, if you were an adventurer, everything would belong to you according to the kingdom's laws. Alright, tell me what you want."

Leon paused, pondering for a moment, then replied, "Give me one small ship in good condition and 5% of the money the pirates had."

Barkus's surprised expression clearly said, "You're just a kid—what do you need so much money for?" After a few seconds of silence, he gave his answer.

"The ship? Fine, you can have it. But as for the money? You'll only get 1%."

"Five percent!" Leon shouted.

"One percent."

"Four!"

"Two! That's the maximum. I don't want to spoil you with too much money. You're still a kid. Two percent is already plenty for you—it'll last you a year if you don't waste it recklessly," Barkus said with a serious expression.

"Fiiine... By the way, how much money did the pirates have?"

"Well, just the coins amount to about 1,012 gold pieces. We're still evaluating the value of their various treasures and jewels."

"So I'll get 20 gold coins?" Leon clarified.

"Oh, you're already doing math in percentages," Barkus said in a pleased tone. "Yeah, around 20. Don't spend it on useless things," he added, handing Leon a pouch of coins.

"Don't worry, I won't," Leon said as he took the pouch and quickly left his father's office.

The moment he stepped outside, he was greeted by two girls—his sisters, Finley and Jenna.

It was obvious they had been eavesdropping.

"Ahem, ahem... Foolish brother," Jenna began, a smug smile on her face. "I heard you've come into some money. Consider it your duty to hand it over to me. I've had my eye on some new clothes and accessories. For you, this is an enormous fortune, but don't worry—your older sister will take good care of it."

Behind her, Finley nodded in agreement, silently signaling that she, too, wouldn't mind a cut of his earnings.

Leon stared at both of them. His face twisted into a scowl, as if he'd just bitten into something unbearably sour. At that moment, the second voice in his mind decided to take control of the situation.

Without saying a word, Leon raised one hand and began slowly spinning it in the air, as if winding up an invisible mechanism. Then his other hand shot upward, proudly displaying his middle finger. His face remained completely serious, as if he had just completed an important ritual.

Seeing this, the first voice in his mind gave the second a figurative thumbs-up, clearly showing full support for the move.

Meanwhile, Jenna's face turned bright red with fury. It was clear she was about to explode.

Finley was also angry, but Jenna's rage caused her to retreat slightly—she had never seen her sister this furious before.

Realizing what he had just unleashed, Leon suddenly spun around and, with exaggerated flair, began running away.

The second voice urged him on, shouting gleefully, "Run, Bitch, ruuuun!"

Leon ran from Jenna until lunchtime. Eventually, she tired out, went back home, and calmed down, her anger dissipating entirely.

Leon, on the other hand, made his way to the marketplace, ready to pick up a few things.