162 Dad’s Mouth is Stubborn, Huh?
The doctors quickly evacuated Roswiser’s bedroom.
The two little ones obediently stood by, leaving this hard-earned peace for Mom and Dad.
By the big bed, a man and a dragon gazed at each other.
After a brief stare-down, Leon’s gaze landed on the tiny baby.
He opened his mouth, ready to ask something.
But with so many questions swirling in his head, he didn’t even know where to start.
Just ten minutes ago, he was a decisive war god charging into battle; now, facing his freshly delivered wife and baby, he suddenly felt a bit timid.
Leon had never welcomed a new life before.
To be honest, this was his first real taste of the excited feeling of “I’m a dad now!”
After all, when Noia and Moon were born, he had been in a coma!
Waking up to see Moon had him feeling like a “surprise dad,” but that was a totally different vibe than welcoming his second bundle of joy now.
Of course, Leon didn’t favor one daughter over the other; his love for them was equal.
But right now, he really needed to think of something to say to get his act together.
Seeing Leon’s awkward predicament, Roswiser managed a tired smile, breaking the silence,
“It’s a girl.”
Leon’s eyes lit up. “Oh… that’s really… great!”
Daughters are sweet, daughters are good; daughters are like fluffy jackets for dads.
Even though they already had two little jackets at home, no dad would turn down the chance to wear another.
On the surface, Leon looked unbothered, but inside he was so happy he could dig Constantine up from the grave just to slay him again!
“Want to hold her?” Roswiser asked.
Leon panicked, hurriedly wiping the dust and bl**d off himself.
Roswiser chuckled softly, “It’s okay, little daughter won’t mind if Dad’s a bit messy, right? Come on, hold her. I—”
She tried to lift the baby and hand her to Leon, but after just giving birth, her frail body could barely sit up, so she ultimately gave up.
“Ah… I can’t sit up, you hold her. You know how to hold a baby, right?”
“I… I’ve never learned.”
Roswiser shot him a playful glare, “You idiot. I’ll teach you.”
Moon, nearby, wanted to raise her hand and say that Dad often held her. But thinking about how her new sister might be a bit different in size, and noticing how excited Dad was about learning, she decided to keep quiet.
After all, she was a big sister now.
What was that phrase?
Oh right, it was time to read the room—speak when it’s appropriate, and when it’s not, just munch on the metaphorical popcorn in the corner!
“First, support the back of the baby’s neck with one hand, then use the other to cradle her bottom. Finally, let the baby rest in the crook of your arm.” Roswiser instructed.
Leon cautiously followed her guidance while saying, “Sounds like you’re quite experienced…”
“You think a woman who raised twin girls wouldn’t know how to hold a baby?”
“I’m just complimenting you!”
Leon cradled his baby girl like Roswiser had described, letting her rest comfortably in his arm.
Honestly, for any dad with a second kid, this move should be pretty simple.
But for Leon, it felt even harder than slaying a dragon for the first time.
Watching him—tense and cautious—you’d think he was holding a stick of TNT instead of his newborn daughter.
But Roswiser didn’t tease him; she knew to be patient with this clueless Dragon Slayer.
She quietly waited for Leon to get used to the cradling position and then asked,
“How is it? Pretty simple, right?”
Leon nodded.
The baby felt light, but in Leon’s arms, she seemed to weigh a ton.
Her chubby little face was adorable as she lightly closed her eyes, soaking in Dad’s warmth, and slowly stopped crying.
Leon felt a surge of joy.
It turned out Roswiser was right—when Noia and Moon were little, they would cry if she tried to soothe them, but just placing them near Leon—even when he was out cold—would quickly quiet them.
Now, the little baby seemed to respond the same way.
Leon seemed to have a natural gift of providing people around him with a sense of safety.
After staring at his little daughter for a long time, Leon finally spoke,
“She’s like me.”
Queen: ?
“She looks even more like me!”
“No way! You just gave birth! Your head is probably in a daze; the baby looks like me!” Leon argued back.
“You!…”
Alright, alright, good job Casmod. I’ll let you have this one since you’ve been holding down the fort.
When the time comes for the third baby, I’ll—
Wait a minute.
What third baby?
There’s no third baby!
No!
Roswiser tucked herself back under the covers, half of her face hidden, revealing only her beautiful eyes and delicate little nose.
“By the way.” Roswiser’s voice muffled under the blanket.
“Hmm?” Leon’s focus was fixed entirely on the baby; he responded without taking his eyes off her.
“How’s that crazy dragon Constantine doing?”
“Baby~ Baby, call Daddy~ Come on, Dad~~~ Dad~~~”
Second baby: Do I look like I can even speak right now? Isn’t that a bit too much pressure, Father?
Roswiser rolled her eyes exasperatedly, “Leon, I’m asking you a question! How’s the battle? Did you… get hurt?”
She was hoping to sneak in the “Leon, are you injured?” question with that earlier one.
Who knew this Dog Man would be so distracted by the little girl?
Serves you right for being a daughter’s slave!
“I’m fine. As for Constantine… just a minor fatal injury.”
“Just a minor fatal injury…”
Roswiser repeated, astonished. So this is what peak Leon looks like.
After taking down a Dragon King like Constantine, not only did he escape with minor injuries, but he also came home to cuddle his daughter, tease his wife, and soothe the second baby like it was a walk in the park.
Such an absurdly powerful man… unless someone betrays him, there’s probably no way to beat him head-on.
“Ugh, look at this nose, look at these ears, look at this mouth—” Leon was playing “spot the resemblance.”
Roswiser blinked, “What’s up?”
“She really looks just like me.” Leon wore that doting dad smile.
Roswiser’s mouth was twisted with disdain, “Aside from looking like you elsewhere, her mouth cannot resemble yours.”
“Why not?”
“Having a stubborn mouth like yours has no benefits!”
“I’m not stubborn! When have I ever been stubborn?”
Leon turned to his two intrigued daughters, “Noia, Moon, does Daddy have a stubborn mouth?”
Noia & Moon: (๑‾ ꇴ ‾๑) Yup, yep!
“…U-Ungrateful! My little daughter listens to me; she doesn’t follow your nonsense.”
Saying this, Leon looked down at his little girl with a doting and gratified expression, “You’ll always be on Daddy’s side, right?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the baby that had just stopped crying suddenly burst out with a loud wail, “Waaah~~”
Leon: ?
Alright, fine, this house no longer has space for Casmod!
What about the third baby?
Let’s see another third baby.
It’s just drawing cards, after all! This is what we humans are best at!
