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Leon’s childhood farm had been transformed into the "General Cosmod Residence," and the dragon-slaying academy where he had honed his skills was now a bustling tourist attraction. In this nostalgic journey, the only place that still felt like home to Leon was the **Cosmod Orphanage**.

When Leon arrived at the orphanage with Rebecca and Martin, it was just in time for dinner. The children had set up long wooden tables in the yard, bringing over benches to sit on while leaving open spots on either side of the main table.

“Those are the teachers’ seats,” one of the kids explained.

Young nuns carried trays of simple yet heartwarming dishes, placing them on the table for the children to enjoy. Leon, Rebecca, and Martin stood at the entrance, quietly observing the lively scene.@@novelbin@@

“Oh, perfect timing! We can snag a free meal,” Rebecca said, patting her stomach.

“Is food the only thing on your mind?” Martin quipped, exasperated.

Rebecca paused, pretending to think deeply, before answering with exaggerated seriousness. “Food, sleep, play… and play…”

She dragged out her final word, mischievously baiting Martin. Predictably, he fell for it.

“And what else?” he asked curiously.

“You,” Rebecca teased with a sly smile.

Martin, flustered, turned beet red. “I-I get it! You’re probably thinking about how to coordinate with me in combat, right?”