“Does that really bother you the most?”

Not everything else?

Ferio was left speechless at his shameless daughter’s antics and ultimately closed his mouth.

It wasn’t the first or second time Leonia had been a weirdo, and most things, he could swallow with overflowing paternal love or accept as the burden of having brought her into his life—but today, that was a challenge.

“Hurry up and say ‘my kid’ or ‘our kid’!”

Leonia smacked her own forearm and protested loudly, but Ferio stubbornly pretended not to hear.

“Otherwise, I’m going to introduce Mom to another guy’s muscles!”

“And who could possibly be more impressive than me?”

Ferio scoffed through his nose.

“Manus oppa has more muscles than you, you know?”

“But he doesn’t have the face.”

“...Why isn’t that oppa better-looking than my dad?!”

Leonia slapped her thigh in frustration—but, of course, Ferio had already extended his hand and caught the blow before it landed.

Princess Scandia silently watched the beastly father and daughter.

“The side effect antidote.”

She eventually spoke up quietly.

“I’ll repay it without fail.”

She added, gently, that they shouldn’t fight anymore.

Ferio and Leonia, who had been bickering moments before, blinked and stared at the princess in disbelief.

Marquis of Hesperi, standing beside them, wore a similarly stunned expression as he looked at his granddaughter.

“...Your Highness the Princess,”