The doctors quietly left Rossweise's bedroom.
The two little girls also waited obediently to the side. They were giving their parents this hard-won moment of peace.
By the large bed, a man and a dragon gazed at each other.
After a long look, Leon's eyes fell on the baby.
He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something.
But there were too many questions, and for a moment, he did not know where to start.
Just ten minutes ago, he had been a decisive god of war on the battlefield. But now, facing his wife and newborn child, he seemed hesitant and cautious.
Leon had never been present for the birth of a new life before.
To be honest, this was his first time truly feeling the thrilling joy of "I am a father now."
After all, when Noah and Muen were born, he was still in a coma.
The first time he saw Muen, it felt like he had suddenly become a father. That was completely different from the feeling of welcoming a new baby now.
Of course, Leon would never play favorites because of this. His love for his daughters was equal and fair.
But right now, he needed to find a way to adjust his mindset and say something appropriate.
Seeing Leon struggling to find the right words, Rossweise gave a tired smile and decided to break the silence first.
"It is a girl."
Leon's eyes lit up. "Oh… that is… really wonderful."
Daughters are precious, daughters are good, daughters are a father's little sweethearts.
Even though they already had two little sweethearts at home, what father in the world would refuse another one?
Leon looked calm on the surface, but inside he was so happy he wanted to dig Constantine up and kill him all over again.
"Do you want to hold her?" Rossweise asked.
Leon panicked and hurriedly brushed the dust and blood off his clothes.
Rossweise smiled weakly. "It is okay. Our little daughter will not mind how Daddy looks, right? Come on, hold her. I—"
She tried to sit up and hand the baby to Leon, but she was too weak from childbirth. In the end, she had to give up. "Ah… I cannot sit up. You come and hold her. You know how to hold a baby, right?"
"I… I never learned."
Rossweise gave him a playful glare. "Silly. Then I will teach you."
Muen, standing nearby, wanted to raise her hand and say that Daddy held her all the time. But then she thought her new sister was probably a different size. And Daddy seemed to really want Mommy to teach him how to hold the baby. So she just closed her mouth quietly.
After all, she was a big sister now. What was that phrase?
Oh, right. She needed to learn to read the room, to speak when it was time to speak, and be quiet when it was not!
"You first support the baby's neck with one hand, then support her bottom with the other. Finally, let the baby rest in the crook of your arm," Rossweise instructed.
Leon carefully followed her directions. "You seem very good at this…"
"Do you think a woman who raised twins would not know how to hold a baby?"
"I am praising you."
Leon lifted his baby daughter, following Rossweise's instructions, letting her rest in the crook of his arm.
For any dad on his third child, this would be simple. But for Leon, it felt almost as difficult as his first dragon slaying.
He was so careful and nervous, you would think he was holding a bomb, not his newborn daughter. But Rossweise did not tease him. At a time like this, you had to be patient with the silly dragon slayer.
She quietly waited for Leon to get used to holding the baby. Then she asked, "How does it feel? Is it not quite simple?"
Leon nodded.
The baby was light, but in Leon's arms, she felt as heavy as a ton of bricks. Her chubby little cheeks were very cute. As she nestled in her father's arms, she slowly stopped crying.
Leon felt a wave of happiness. Rossweise had been right before. When Noah and Muen were babies and would not stop crying, she would place them next to Leon, even while he was in a coma, and they would calm down. This baby was the same.
Leon always seemed to make those around him feel safe.
He looked at his little daughter in his arms for a long time. Finally, he spoke. "She looks like me."
Rossweise: "?"
"No, she clearly looks more like me."
"Come on, you just gave birth and your head is fuzzy. Our daughter looks more like me," Leon argued with logic.
"You…!"
Alright, alright, Cosmodeous, not bad. I will let you have this one, since you worked hard protecting our home. But when it comes to the fourth baby—
Wait a second. What fourth baby? There is no fourth one! No!
Rossweise slid down under the covers, hiding half her face. Only her beautiful eyes and the delicate tip of her nose were visible.
"Oh, right."
Rossweise's voice was muffled by the covers.
"Hmm?"
Leon's attention was completely on the little baby. He answered with a sound, but his eyes never left her.
"How is that crazy dragon Constantine?"
"Baby~ Call Da~ddy~ Come on, Da~~~ddy"
[The third baby: Do I look like I can talk? Is not that a bit too much pressure, Father?]
Rossweise rolled her eyes silently. "Leon, I am asking you a question. How is the battle? Are you… are you hurt?"
Actually, she was trying to find a way to ask, "Leon, are you injured?" But this stupid man could not take his eyes off his little daughter.
Serves him right for being a daughter slave!
"I am not hurt. As for Constantine… just a fatal wound."
"Just a fatal wound…"
Rossweise muttered to herself, amazed at what Leon must have been like in his prime.
To kill a Dragon King like Constantine without any serious injuries, then come home to hold his daughter, tease his wife, and comfort the second baby… it was all in a day's work for Leon.
This kind of man, who was strong to an abnormal degree… I guess besides finding a way to betray him, there was hardly any way to defeat him in a straight fight.
"Look at this nose, look at these ears, look at this mouth—" Leon was playing a matching game beside them.
Rossweise blinked. "What is wrong?"
"No matter how you look at it, she looks just like me." Leon wore a proud father's smile.
Rossweise almost rolled her eyes to the sky. "It is fine if she looks like you in other places, but her mouth definitely should not be like yours."
"Why?"
"With your stubborn mouth, what good is it?"
"Is my mouth stubborn? When did my mouth become stubborn?"
Leon turned to look at their two eavesdropping daughters. "Noah, Muen, is Daddy's mouth stubborn?"
Noah & Muen: 😙 "Mhm, mhm!"
"…Ignorant. My youngest daughter is obedient. She will not join them in their mischief."
With that, Leon looked down at his little daughter with indulgence and satisfaction. "You will always support Daddy in the future, won't you?"
As soon as he said this, the baby, who had just stopped crying, suddenly started wailing again. "Waaah waaah~~"
Leon: ?
Alright, alright. It seems there is no place for Cosmodeous here anymore, is that right?
A fourth child, huh?
We will see about a fourth child.
Is not it just like drawing cards? We humans are very good at that.