51 Leon in Trouble
“Dad, Dad, wake up! It’s lunchtime~”
Leon was groggily roused by Little Light.
The moment he opened his eyes, it felt like his head was splitting.
Suppressing his discomfort, he sat up, forcing a slightly apologetic smile, “Sorry, Little Light, Dad accidentally dozed off.”
“It’s okay, Dad! Let’s hurry and eat!”
“Uh-huh.”
Leon stood up, the noon sunlight flooding in from the library’s floor-to-ceiling windows, scattering all over him.
Yet, he felt no warmth.
In fact, the moment he got up—
“Ah-choo!”
That was his fourth sneeze of the day.
If the Master’s wife were here, she’d probably have dragged Leon to the clinic for a shot by now.
Little Light held his hand, looking up at him with concern, “Dad, are you okay? Do you have a cold?”
Leon shook his head, still smiling, though the smile was starting to look a bit forced.
His throat was scratchy, his nose stuffy, and his lips a little cracked.
Plus, there was the persistent headache—
Yep, he was definitely coming down with something.
“Dad is fine. Let’s just go eat.”
“Are you really okay?” Little Light was still worried.
“Yep, really okay.”
As he spoke, Leon thought about squatting down to pick up Little Light and tell her, “See? Dad can still carry you; I’m perfectly fine!”
But then he remembered, if he really did have a cold and got too close, he might pass it on to his daughter.
So, he gave up on that idea.
He held Little Light’s hand and left the library, heading for the dining room.
Roswiser and Noia-Moon were already at the table.
“Good noon, Mom! Good noon, big sis and second sis~”
Little Light greeted everyone enthusiastically, then rushed to sit beside Moon, successfully climbing up onto a child’s dining chair with her second sister’s help.
Though there was no progress pad in the dining room, second sis was reliable.
Leon pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.
His lunch was already prepared by the maid.
He picked up his fork and kn*fe, took one bite, and then started poking at the food on his plate.
Roswiser glanced at him. The Dog Man had a gloomy face, but it didn’t exactly scream “bad mood.”
He just… looked unenthused about food?
“Not to your taste?” Roswiser asked, still cutting her steak, but with a keen eye on him.
“Not… really hungry.”
At his words, Roswiser paused her cutting.
That didn’t sound quite right.
Why did he sound hoarse?
“Are you sick?” Only then did she set down her fork and look at Leon with concern.
Leon propped his face up with one hand, his eyelids drooping, speaking in a weak tone, “Nope, I’m fine. Not sick.”
At the table, Little Light blinked and immediately chimed in, “Dad just sneezed!”
Roswiser frowned slightly, “Doesn’t that mean you’re sick?”
Leon scratched his nose, still putting on a brave front, “It was just a sneeze. No need to get all worked up; I—”
Before he could finish, he felt a cool sensation on his forehead.
It was Roswiser’s hand, gently resting there.
Realizing she was checking his temperature, Leon quickly pushed her wrist away, “What are you doing…”
“You have a fever and still say you’re not sick?”
“Well, that’s just because your hand is so cold; everything feels hot to it.”
Roswiser gave him a lopsided grin, “I thought you only got stubborn when we talked about feelings, but it seems you’re just as stubborn when you’re sick.”
Leon gave her shoe a gentle kick under the table, lowering his voice, “The kids are right here. Stop saying weird things.”
“Oh, good point. The kids are here.”
Roswiser turned her attention to the three little ones sitting across the table, straightening up and earnestly asking,
“Sweethearts, what do you think? Is it unpleasant to be sick?”
Noia & Moon & Little Light: “Yes~”
“So, what should we do immediately after getting sick?”
Noia & Moon & Little Light: “Take medicine~”
Clap—
The Queen clasped her hands together, squinting with a smile, “You kids are so smart.”
Then, faster than a lightning bolt, she switched faces, dropping the smile and looking at Leon, “See? Even the kids know this stuff. Here you are, acting like some hero!”
Leon scoffed, rolling his eyes, “That sounded a lot like a rookie kindergarten teacher just now…”
Roswiser was too tired to respond, “Finish your meal, then take medicine. I have some on my bedside table.”
“I’m not taking it.”
Roswiser raised an eyebrow, “How old are you? Do you really need someone to coax you into taking medicine?”
“……” Leon looked like he was about to say something but didn’t.
No.
Not just hesitating.
More like… having difficulty expressing himself.
A thought crossed Roswiser’s mind, and she quickly figured out why he was being stubborn about not taking medicine.
“You’re… afraid of taking medicine, aren’t you?”
Hearing this, Noia popped her head up, her mouth still full, staring at their dad in shock.
Okay, next time the composition topic is:
“This dad, who can take down Constantine in one blow, is scared of cold medicine!”
Faced with Roswiser’s accusation, Leon didn’t respond, only looking even gloomier.
So, it was pretty much implied.
But it wasn’t that he was scared of taking medicine; he just really disliked it.
No good reason for it, he just inherently hated the taste of medicine.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have just thought that if the Master’s wife were here, she’d have already dragged him to the clinic.
Because under no circumstances would he stroll into a place like that on his own.
Roswiser lightly tapped the table, deciding not to press him further about taking medicine.
Stubborn fool; he’d take it when he couldn’t stand it anymore.
Little Light glanced between her mom and dad, blinking her pretty pink eyes.
If Dad didn’t like medicine… could he take supplements instead?
……
By the evening, Leon’s cold got much worse.
The dragon-slaying hero lay on the head of the bed, a damp towel on his forehead, a glass of hot water at his side, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling.
Roswiser stood beside the bed, arms crossed, holding a cold medicine capsule, looking at him with exasperation, “If you don’t take it, you might not survive the night.”
“Shut up.”
Leon’s head was about to explode from the fever, his voice hoarse, “I think I can see my great-grandma.”
“You were raised by your master, where did you get a great-grandma from?”
The steadfast General Leon mustered the last ounce of strength to lift a finger,
“It’s a… rhetorical… device.”
Roswiser scoffed, “When you cough your last breath, I’ll have a thousand rhetorical devices to make fun of you.”
“N-No… I firmly believe I can conquer this illness.”
“First, you can’t; second, a cold isn’t considered a monster; broken arms and legs and cancer are.”
“That’s actually another rhetorical device…”
Roswiser rolled her eyes and tossed the cold medicine onto his pillow, abandoning him.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Roswiser went to answer it; it was the three little ones.
Moon was first on the scene, “Mom, we’re here to offer tributes to Dad!”
Roswiser: ?
“Of… tribute?”
Kiddo, are you just itching for steak again?
But that’s jumping the g*n.
Your dad has a little time left before he hits the dirt; maybe come back a bit later?
Noia quickly pulled her sister back, explaining, “It’s Little Light! She concocted a medicine—well, more like a supplement.”
“Supplement?”
Little Light nodded, “Since Dad doesn’t like taking medicine, how about a supplement? Anyway, the most important thing is that Dad gets better!”
Roswiser’s eyes flickered.
The types of medicinal materials the girls could get were pretty limited and wouldn’t have any harmful effects.
And even if it was ineffective, it wouldn’t matter; anyway, the daughter slave lying in bed would be more than willing to be the girls’ little test subject, right?
“Okay, come in. Dad’s in the bedroom.”
The three little dragon girls raced into the room, and Roswiser followed after shutting the door.
After expressing her concerns to Leon, Little Light pulled out a small box containing a pill.
Though it was called a pill, it looked more like a chocolate candy.
Leon felt that this chocolate candy looked a bit familiar.
But he couldn’t remember where he’d seen it before.
He wanted to refuse, but seeing the expectant faces of his daughters, the daughter slave in him just couldn’t say no.
Well, well, a lab rat he is; you gotta spoil your own kids.
Leon popped the chocolate candy into his mouth. It really didn’t taste like medicine.
Just swallowed it with water, and his body didn’t react in any way.
Good, at least it wasn’t a poison.
“Dad, are you feeling better?” Little Light asked.
Leon, not wanting to alarm them, replied, “Much better! The medicine worked wonders! Little Light, you did great, you can even make your own medicine now!”
“Oh, actually… big sis helped me a lot.”
Little Light explained seriously, “We needed thunder magic to extract the residue from the medicinal materials, and big sis is really good at thunder magic.”
At this, Leon’s back chilled.
A bad memory exploded in his mind.
What kind of supplement requires thunder magic to extract?!
He forced down the tremor on his lips and asked, “Sweetheart, did you follow the recipe from the medicine book?”
“Uh-huh!”
“Is it the one from the drawer in the baby room…”
“Uh-huh!”
“Is that medicine called Dragon Strength…”
“Uh-huh! Dad, you’re so smart, you guessed it all right!”
Oh boy, what a disaster!
