Seeing the massive figure of Benedict copse, we wondered what had happened outside, but it didn’t take long to realize our worries were unfounded.


    The joyful smile on his face told us everything about why Benedict had copsed.


    He had fainted simply because his daughter was so cute. What kind of person is this?


    “To think you’ve brought down the continent’s strongest man like this. Amazing. Boss.”


    As I listened to Karia’s nonsense, I approached Benedict, who seemed to be in a dream-like state. I poked his cheek, which was slightly twitching as though he were mumbling in his sleep.


    “Foolish papa.”@@novelbin@@


    “Eh?!”


    The moment I spoke, Benedict opened his eyes, and upon meeting my gaze, he blinked a few times before chuckling and closing his eyes again.


    “Were you that tired? To dream of me speaking so kindly to you, Lucy.”


    “…Foolish father. Have youpletely turned into a troll in your brain too? If it’s like that, could you cry and say ‘woe is me?’ That way, we can quickly figure out there’s no hope.”


    “Hmm? Eh? Lucy?”


    After I said that a little more aggressively, Benedict finally rose from the floor.


    To realize that the father only learns the reality when his daughter insults him...


    What kind of dream was he having?


    Was he hearing something like "Papa, I love you so much!" in his fantasy?


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