Chapter 0032-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

“That’s great, Murn, so we’re going to memorize the order in which the letters are written next.” Leon said.

“Eh? Is there a rule for the order as well? Mune thought it would be fine just to write it out.”

“Of course there are rules, as they say, there are no rules, if there is no order, then writing is not called writing, but painting.”

Leon patiently explained, “With the prescribed order, Moune’s writing will look better oh.”

“Okay~ I know dad, I’ll practice hard!”

“Uh-huh, go on.”

Leon then began to teach the order in which the letters were written.

At first, Mourne couldn’t help but “write whichever stroke was better”, but with Leon’s patient corrections, coupled with her original comprehension, she was soon able to write the name “Leon Casmode” beautifully.

Leon was pleased with that.

Next it’s time to start practicing the name Los Vespers.

Hers is going to be slightly more challenging.

However, probably because of the “mother” buff, Mune practiced extra hard.

When practicing Leon’s name, she used three pages of cursive paper;

But practicing Roseweather’s name took Mourne seven or eight pages.

Leon looked at the table full of straw paper and said quietly, “You like writing your mom’s name that much ……”

“Well…”

“You go ahead and practice while Daddy goes to the bathroom.”

“Oh, good.”

Mourne blinked her big, pretty eyes.

She was too young to understand what “jealousy” meant.

But she could sense that her dad seemed to be concerned about the matter of the different pages of her haystack exercises.

So, Mourne took advantage of Leon’s bathroom break to silently pick up a pen and start rewriting Leon’s name.

In no time at all, she had practiced many more “Leon Casmodes.”

“1, 2, 3 ……11 sheets, Dad, Moune wrote 11 of your name!”

When Leon returned, Moune happily held up the eleven sheets of straw paper in his hand for Leon to see.

Leon froze slightly, his heart warming.

Boy.

Little Cottonwood is just that, little Cottonwood, and understands her old father so well!

You’re a million times better than your stubborn ass mother!

Leon wrapped his arms around Mourne’s small face and rubbed it affectionately.

Moune’s baby-fat little face was squished, but happy.

It was like the first time Dad had ever initiated such intimacy with her.

“Good, then let’s practice the last name, which is your own, Moune Melkwey.”