(Heartfelt thanks to 'Lonely Drifting Through Ice and Fire,' 'Lewd Soul,' and 'Cute-Loving Divine Recipient' for their tips!)
"That kick was really hard..."
Holding a handkerchief, Oswald vigorously wiped his face as though washing it, wiping away the nosebleed and the footprint on his face. Then, not without regret, he added,
"If possible, I really wish the one who kicked me had been my dear daughter..."
"You want your own daughter to kick you that badly?..." Veronica coldly raised her foot and stomped it down hard. Her iron boot struck the ground with a clang, kicking up a small ring of dust.
"I wouldn't mind helping you out..."
Oswald immediately shuddered and looked at Sylvia with tears streaming down his face.
"I just wanted to get a good look at the face of my daughter, whom I haven't seen in so long. Is that too much to ask?..."
"I don't mind letting you look..." Sylvia's face was full of conflict.
"But could you please use a more normal method?..."
"My method is perfectly normal!" Oswald turned serious.
"As a father, when reuniting with a daughter he hasn't seen in a long time, taking a good look at her face is nothing wrong, right?..."
"I suppose..."
"And carefully feeling out every tiny hair and feature on that beautiful face, then pressing my own face against it and rubbing against it a couple of times, that's nothing wrong too, right?..."
"If you dare do that, I absolutely won't mind making your nose bleed again!"
Off to the side, Wu Yan turned his head away. He no longer wanted to look at Oswald's lovestruck expression or Sylvia's furious clenched fists.
This Knight King Oswald was absolutely a daughter-con, and one who was obsessed solely with Sylvia. Worse still, he was an exceptionally hopeless