Morgan Isn't Dead??

Smack!

A small, fair, tender hand slapped away the large hand reaching toward her. Mordred frowned, her cheeks puffing out slightly, her face full of reluctance.

"I don't want to! There are so many people here. I'm not some delicate little girl!"

Looking at his defiant daughter, Leon liked her stubborn, wild nature, yet he sighed inwardly. The distance between father and daughter was still there.

When Mordred had just slapped his hand away, Leon had thought his daughter was holding a grudge against him, blaming him over her mother...

Now, it seemed the girl simply did not want to lose face in front of everyone.

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