Vol. 1 Ch. 17

Leon sat at the table with Muen’s support.

Muen raised her little hand, gently rubbing Leon’s nose bridge, apologising sweetly.

“Sorry, Daddy, Muen didn’t mean to. Muen didn’t expect a gentle push on the door to send Daddy so far away.”

She pouted, her warm eyes gleaming as if she would cry if Leon didn’t forgive her.

“Does Daddy still hurt? Muen will blow on it for you, and it won’t hurt anymore~”

Leon lifted Muen onto his lap, wiping away the warm liquid from the corners of her eyes. “It’s okay, Muen, don’t think too much. Daddy’s fault. I couldn’t even handle a simple wooden board. In the future, Daddy will exercise more and try to resist better.”

Muen laughed and wiped the corner of her eye, “As long as Daddy’s not hurt, it’s good!”

Leon smiled and pinched Muen’s little nose, “Alright, let’s go—chua~.”

He made a gesture like turning a page in a book, “Let’s turn this over and forget about it, okay?”

Muen squinted and smiled, softly responding, “Okay~ Daddy is the best~.”

With that, Muen hugged Leon’s neck and kissed his cheek firmly.

Leon, pleasantly surprised by the affection, couldn’t help but have some additional thoughts. Why did it feel like being charmed by his daughter…

Five minutes ago, “Don’t touch me, idiot.”

Five minutes later, “Daddy is the best, muuuua~.”

Sigh—

Dragons were truly creatures that were hard to understand.

“Daddy, what are we going to do this afternoon?”

This question caught Leon off guard. He picked up the paper on the table and pointed to the contents, “In the afternoon, Daddy will teach you to write these three names. How about that?”

Learning to read and write was a new and interesting thing for Muen.

She nodded, “Yes, yes, Daddy, teach me quickly!”

“Didn’t Mom teach you before?” Leon asked casually while preparing paper and pen.

“Mother said to wait until you woke up and let you teach me, hehe~.”

Damn.

Mother dragon should have a name Laziness.

Muen grabbed a small stool and sat next to Leon.

Leon first taught her the proper way to hold the pen.

Muen quickly grasped it and could hold the pen steadily after a few tries. Then, Leon began teaching her from the stage of recognising characters.

“Don’t press too hard, or you might pierce through the paper. Take it slow, don’t rush.”

“Mmm.”

Muen’s understanding was also good. With a little guidance from Leon, she could replicate his name following the same pattern.

“Great job, Muen. Now, let’s move on to memorising the stroke order of the letters,” Leon said.

“Huh? Is there a specific order for that too? Muen thought you just needed to write them.”

“Of course, there are rules. Without rules, there’s no order. If there’s no prescribed order, it’s not writing. It’s drawing.”

Leon patiently explained, “With a prescribed order, the letters you write will look better, Muen.”

“Okay~ I got it, Daddy. I’ll practice hard!”

“Mmm, let’s continue.”

Leon began teaching the stroke order of the letters.

At first, Muen couldn’t help but write whichever stroke she found easier, but with Leon’s patient correction and natural aptitude, she quickly wrote the name “Leon Casmode” beautifully.

Leon was satisfied with her progress. Next, they moved on to practising Rosvitha’s name. Her name posed a bit more difficulty.

However, perhaps due to the buff from “Mother Dragon,” Muen practised with extra diligence.

When practising Leon’s name, she used three pages of paper, but when practising Rosvitha’s name, Muen used a full seven or eight pages.

Leon looked at the table full of paper and said softly, “You really like writing your mom’s name so much…”

“Umm…”

“You keep practising, Daddy needs to use the restroom.”

“Oh, okay.”

Muen blinked her pretty eyes.

At a young age, she couldn’t understand the meaning of “being jealous.”

But she could sense that Daddy seemed to care about the different page numbers of her paper practice. So, while Leon was in the restroom, Muen quietly picked up her pen and started rewriting Leon’s name.

In no time, she practised many more sheets of “Leon Casmode.”

“1, 2, 3… 11 sheets, Daddy, Muen wrote 11 sheets of your name!”

When Leon returned, Muen happily held up the 11 sheets of paper for him to see.

Leon was momentarily surprised, and his heart warmed. He said,

“Good girl.

You’re truly a little cotton-padded jacket, understanding your old father so well!

You’re a thousand times better than your stubborn donkey mother!”

Leon embraced Muen’s small face and affectionately rubbed it.

Muen’s chubby cheeks were squashed flat, but she was very happy. It seemed like the first time Daddy initiated such intimacy with her.

“Alright, let’s practice the last name, which is your own, Muen Melkvi.”

“Hmm? Isn’t Muen your name?”

Leon blinked, “Could it be that we have different understandings of ‘Muen’…”

“No, no, it’s a middle name. Muen has a middle name.”

The custom of having a middle name is quite common among the descendants of the imperial family in the empire. It often took the surname of someone who married or was adopted into the royal family.

It also represented the royal family’s respect for that person, acknowledging their status within the royal family.

Leon didn’t expect that this custom also existed within the dragon race.

“No, no, it’s a middle name. Muen has a middle name.”

Leon pursed his lips, a bit unclear about what the mother dragon was thinking.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he said, “Alright, Daddy understands. Let’s start practising your name.”

When writing her name, Muen was also very serious. Her name was pronounced like “moon,” and it was also easy to spell.

Not everyone was like that mother dragon Rosvitha, given such an awkward and tongue-twisting name. Leon was even worried that in the future, during the passionate moments of resonance due to their dragon marks, he might accidentally call out the wrong name.

“Done practising! Daddy, how does it look?”

Leon looked at the paper.

Muen’s handwriting was neat, and the strokes were consistent. For a child, it was already excellent.

He patted Muen’s head satisfactorily, “Hmm, Muen, you’re amazing. You’ve learned the names of our family so quickly.”

“Mmm.”

Muen was momentarily stunned, then shook her head, “No, no. If we’re a family, then we’re missing one.”

Leon’s heart skipped a beat, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

A family still missing one…@@novelbin@@

Thinking back to the grumpy version of Muen he encountered at noon…

So, there was only one truth!

Leon couldn’t help but swallow hard.

“So, it turns out I wasn’t just passionately captivated from the beginning, but also… a double shot!”