Filing Protests From The Girls

"Charlotte, Iris, Fiona, and Stella?"

Leon glanced at the clock—it was already ten at night. The corners of his lips twitched.

"Why are you all here? Shouldn't you be in bed? It's late, you know?" He sighed softly as he sat up.

But the four little girls showed no intention of leaving. Instead, they walked closer, their lips pursed in adorable pouts.

Stopping beside his bed, they lined up neatly, folding their small arms across their chests.

Their sulky expressions and tiny, puffed-up cheeks nearly made Leon burst into laughter.

Still, to avoid making them cry, he held back and feigned confusion.

"So? What brings my little girls to my room this late?" He asked casually, shifting toward the edge of the bed.

Of course, he already knew the reason—his departure with Liliana to Erantum that morning. But instead of bringing it up, he decided to let them say it themselves.