"Uncle Leon has been unconscious for a week now," Hefei said, running up to the bedside. She looked at the still-unconscious Leon, blinking her big, bright eyes before turning to Constantine with a serious expression.

"Father, is Uncle Leon… dead?"

Constantine pressed his lips together silently, thinking it might be time to teach his daughter a thing or two about how to phrase her thoughts.

He picked Hefei up, sat down beside her, and shook his head. "That guy’s just exhausted. He wouldn’t die so easily."

"Oh, okay!"

Interestingly enough, a few years ago, Constantine was among those who most wished Leon would kick the bucket. But now, with a complete 180-degree change, he found himself sitting at Leon’s bedside every day, waiting for him to wake up.

And Constantine wasn’t the only one. The people of Melkvey were all anxiously waiting for Leon to regain consciousness.

For the past few days, it was Mevis who had been tirelessly taking care of Leon.

Nova was too young and didn’t know how to look after adults.

Rosvisser tried to help several times but was repeatedly turned away by Mevis, who insisted, "Your Majesty, you mustn’t concern yourself with chores like this. Leave it to me!"@@novelbin@@

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