Chapter 105: Everything is Just a Dream?

"Daddy! Wake up!"

"Daddy!"

"Sister, Daddy won't wake up... What should we do!?"

"Sister Charlotte, should we call Mommy?"

"Wait, don't call Mommy yet; let's try to keep waking Daddy up."

"But Daddy's still unconscious after we've tried waking him up several times. What should we do?"

In the midst of the darkness, Leon listened to the anxious voices of his little daughters, Fiona, Charlotte, and Iris, sensing a palpable tension as if something dire had occurred.

'Ha? The voices... are those from Fiona, Charlotte, and Iris?' Leon muttered absentmindedly, puzzled by the palpable panic in their tones.

'Why do they sound so panicked? What could be happening?'

Before Leon could ponder further, the darkness surrounding him began to fracture, giving way to a brilliant, radiant white light that flooded his vision.

...

"Ugh..." Leon groaned slightly, his eyelids heavy as if weighted down by a stone.

As his vision slowly cleared from its initial blur, Leon was immediately taken aback to find Charlotte, Iris, and Fiona standing before him, their tear-filled eyes fixed upon him.

"Ha? Why are you three here, and why are you crying?" Leon asked, his surprise and confusion evident.

However, instead of receiving an answer, Leon found himself suddenly enveloped in tearful hugs as the three little girls jumped on him, crying.

Fiona whimpered, "Wuuuu~ Daddy~ Wuuuu~ I thought you left us, Wuuu~"

Charlotte sobbed, "That's right! Wuuu~ I thought you were dead, Wuuu~ I was so panicked!"

Iris added tearfully, "Wuuu~ I was so worried about you, Wuu~"

Watching the three of them hug him tightly, tears streaming down their faces, naturally left Leon dumbfounded.

"'Dead'? 'Left them'? What do they mean?" Leon's eyes widened in disbelief.

Yet faced with the sight of his three little daughters crying hysterically like this, he found himself unable to gather his thoughts properly.

Therefore, he knew he had to first calm the three down in order to receive a clear explanation. Sёarᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Alright, alright, please don't cry like that. I haven't died or left you three. So please, don't cry," Leon reassured them, gently wiping away their tears one by one, his voice brimming with affection.

As they listened to Leon's reassurance, the three slowly eased their crying, though traces of tears still lingered in the corners of their round eyes, lending them an endearing cuteness.

Leon sighed, noting that the three of them had calmed down once more, and turned his gaze toward Charlotte, the eldest among them.

"Okay, Charlotte. Could you please explain to me what happened and why you're crying like this?" Leon's eyes shifted briefly to Fiona and Iris before settling back on Charlotte.

"Hiks! W-We found you unconscious on this garden bench, daddy... Hiks," Charlotte replied, her voice still trembling with sobs.

Upon hearing her words, Leon was stunned and immediately glanced at the bench he had been sitting on, only to realize that it was indeed the same garden bench where he and Iris had previously held a private conversation.

Surrounding them was also the familiar sight of the palace garden!

'What the hell is this? Was it all just a dream earlier?' Leon's heart raced as he pondered the events that had transpired, recalling how he had followed the blue butterfly and ended up in the Hall of Glory.

'No... Could it have been just a dream? But everything feels so real, so vivid... It can't be, can it?' Leon felt a wave of dizziness and confusion wash over him.

Suddenly, Charlotte's voice snapped him back to reality.

"Daddy, why were you unconscious on the garden bench?" Charlotte asked, her concern evident in her voice.

Fiona and Iris also cast worried and curious glances at Leon.

Her question left Leon utterly speechless, unsure of how to explain.

Should he disclose to them that he had followed a blue butterfly that materialized out of nowhere, leading him to a peculiar Hall of Glory adorned with statues of kneeling Demon Emperors, where he stumbled upon a massive altar featuring a black sword embedded at its center? And should he mention the enigmatic white-haired middle-aged man with a blindfold whom he had met there?

Although he was confident that his three daughters would believe him if he disclosed the strange events, Leon deemed it unnecessary and futile.

Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Leon shook his head and replied, "I'm probably just tired."

Charlotte pursed her lips, gazing at Leon with a hint of dissatisfaction. She sensed that their father was concealing something and was reluctant to share it with them.

However, being remarkably astute, she refrained from pressing him with any further questions.

Leon, naturally, observed the shift in Charlotte's demeanor and felt proud of his exceptionally mature and understanding daughter.

"By the way, how long was I unconscious on the garden bench?" Leon inquired, curiosity tingeing his tone.

Considering the time he spent inside that strange dream, it should have been more than two hours, right?

In response to Leon's question, this time it was Fiona who promptly answered.

"Half an hour!" she exclaimed, but then gasped in surprise, casting a bewildered glance at her two sisters.

"Uh, is that correct?" she asked, her innocent and adorable round eyes resembling those of a perplexed hamster.

Charlotte and Iris nodded in unison, affirming Fiona's assertion.

"Half an hour, huh?" Leon furrowed his brows, still feeling a lingering sense of peculiarity.

Was the incident earlier in the Hall of Glory truly just a dream, or was it reality?

No matter how many times Leon pondered, he couldn't grasp the answer, only managing to release a small sigh.

Throughout his life in this world, even after becoming a hero, despite witnessing many incredible events such as magic and the like, he had never before encountered such a bizarre occurrence.

Quickly, Leon pushed aside those thoughts and directed his gaze toward his three little daughters.

It was the first time the three of them had been together, and Leon felt a soothing sense of relief wash over his heart.

After all, he had felt so guilty toward them for failing to be a father, and now that they had forgiven him, how could he, as a father, feel anything but happiness?

Subconsciously, Leon's fingers caressed their faces and cheeks one by one with affection.

Observing this, Charlotte, Iris, and Fiona were naturally puzzled by their daddy's behavior.

However, they did not care about that and enjoyed their daddy's loving caresses.

Once satisfied, Leon withdrew his hand and smiled at the trio.

"By the way, did you guys finish the puzzle game I made?" he asked, a small smile gracing his lips.

At the mention of the "puzzle game," the eyes of all three lit up simultaneously.

"It's done!" they exclaimed in unison.

Observing their excited faces, Leon smiled and slowly rose to his feet.

"Alright, let's head back to my room and see if you've truly completed it or not," Leon said with a slight chuckle, then added, "and if you have indeed finished it, I'll grant you any requests."

Upon hearing this, the spirits of the three instantly soared to their peak!

"In that case, Daddy, let's head straight to your room!" Fiona urged, her eagerness evident as she eagerly pulled on Leon's right hand.

"Right! Let's head straight to your room, Daddy!" Charlotte chimed in, seizing Leon's other arm with excitement.

Seeing both of Leon's arms already occupied, Iris swiftly grasped the corner of Leon's shirt and added, "I also helped finish it, Daddy. So I should get a reward too, right?"

Leon chuckled and nodded. "Of course!"

Iris beamed happily at his response, her affection for Leon swelling even more.

Observing their eager expressions, Leon smiled and said, "Alright, let's head back to my room."

"Let's go!" the three exclaimed in unison.

Soon, Leon and his three daughters strolled leisurely into the palace, their faces adorned with smiles.

Unbeknownst to them, as they left the garden, a blue butterfly suddenly fluttered around the garden bench before delicately alighting upon it.