Tomorrow, the nineteenth, marks Charlotte, Iris, and Fiona's fourth birthday.
As a handsome and kind father, he certainly wouldn't miss it.
Besides, he had already missed the first three years of their lives—a deep regret that still haunts him to this day.
"Alright, let's get things organized today, but I need to discuss it with Liliana first," Leon said, stretching his body.
He was no stranger to planning surprises, having done so many times for Arshley and Luna on their birthdays.
Turning his head, his gaze fell on the stack of books piled on his desk.
"Speaking of Fiona, I've been stuck for a month and still haven't found a satisfying answer," he muttered, slowly making his way to the chair.
Ever since discovering that Fiona possessed both holy power and a hero's destiny, he had been poring over books on the history of heroes and the Demon Emperors.