PAID

"Minor concussion? Isn’t that just getting knocked out? How does it turn into a concussion?"

"Your Majesty, the minor concussion His Highness is experiencing is an old issue. However, Miss Mevis’s… slightly excessive force this time aggravated his previous arm injury."

"...Alright, you can leave now."@@novelbin@@

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Once the attendants had exited, the room was left with only Rosvisser, Mevis, and the unconscious Leon, who was sprawled on the bed thanks to his so-called "minor concussion."

Mevis stood at the foot of the bed, her hands clasped behind her back, her head slightly lowered. The tip of her shoe tapped the floor in small, nervous movements, resembling a high school student called to the principal’s office for a mistake.

Rosvisser sat on a chair by the bedside, her arms crossed and legs elegantly poised. She glanced at the unconscious Leon with a mixture of exasperation and amusement before turning her attention to Mevis.

"In the future timeline, has Leon finally managed to store magic power without relying on his dragon markings?"

"…No, not yet."

"Then why did you hit your father so hard? He had just woken up from a seven-day coma, barely had a single meal, and now you’ve knocked him out again—sigh…"

Rosvisser rubbed her forehead in frustration. She wasn’t truly angry, but she couldn’t help feeling both amused and exasperated.