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During dinner, it was all about eating, eating, eating.

On normal days, Mr. Cyclone was not a big eater. Good taste was sufficient, and he never sought fancy and high-end cuisine. Therefore, dinner was usually prepared by Joshua with simple homecooked dishes.

Occasionally, if Mr. Cyclone hadn't exerted all his energy in battles, Eileen would help with preparing dinner.

If we must describe it, Joshua's homecooked meals could be compared to those of a master chef, while Eileen's homecooked meals had a homely feeling.

Perhaps it was just an illusion, but every time Eileen fed them dishes that she cooked herself, Mr. Cyclone would be reminded of his own mother.

Today, four guests had arrived, so naturally, the variety of dishes was much greater.

It was a satisfying feast, watching the two children enjoy their food happily. Eileen couldn't help but place some dishes farther away from them and closer to themselves, and Little Dragon couldn't help but smile.

"It feels... as if we have our own children."

Little Dragon whispered softly, and only Mr. Cyclone heard it.

Mr. Cyclone knew that one day, he would have his own children, a wife, and get married. It wasn't that he disliked children, he just wasn't mentally prepared for it yet.

Because seeing the two children eating so happily, he couldn't help but smile.

"Well... we've finished eating... we should leave now."

It wasn't that he was rejecting them, it just felt awkward. Normally, in the mansion, both Joshua and the other maids knew that the evenings were reserved for Mr. Cyclone and the two ladies.

Every night, the sound reverberated throughout the corridor.

There were only a few male servants, and except for John, they all resided in the guard room near the mansion's main entrance.

As the butler, John lived on the top floor of the mansion, in the central location. There, the late Grand Prime Minister had set up a defense system that was now powered by Eileen's magic. The system was only used for an alarm, and one recharge from Eileen could last for a month.

After nightfall, the mansion would activate its barrier using the stored magic. John would then guard the final line of defense to prevent any unauthorized entry.

Of course, the actual fighting was left to Little Dragon and the guards who arrived because of the alarm. But all of it was just a delaying tactic because the headquarters of the Wind Knights was nearby, and they could arrive within five minutes if there was a real fight.

To ensure the proper functioning of the alarm system, John would usually go to sleep around noon. This was his way of repaying Mr. Cyclone's kindness.

As a result, Mr. Cyclone had uninterrupted leisure time in the mansion every night.

Hosting karaoke parties every night without any disturbances, he had a blast without any worries of awkwardness.

Mr. Cyclone truly enjoyed this kind of life, this satisfying pleasure. It was the dream of every man.

But if he were to take in these two siblings now, things would become awkward.

Every battle required Mr. Cyclone to be cautious.

After all, the world of adults was not something children should be exposed to.

"Sigh~"

"What's wrong? Do you still want some soup?"

When Mr. Cyclone put down his soup bowl, Little Dragon immediately asked.

"No, I suddenly feel like going to the restroom."

After leaving the seat and using the restroom, Mr. Cyclone went straight back to the living room.

The night was approaching, and it was time to send the two siblings away.

No one, not even a god, would allow anyone to disturb Mr. Cyclone during a battle, especially children.

With the thought of the adult time coming soon, Mr. Cyclone proceeded with a smile.

However, on his way back to the living room, he was suddenly caught by a very tender small hand at one of the doors. A hand reached out from the door and grabbed Mr. Cyclone's hand.

"You!?"

The hallway lights were enough to illuminate the room beyond, revealing that it was a storage room, and the hand belonged to little Miss Autumn.

A blue light shimmered on little Miss Autumn's hand, and suddenly a surge of gravity pulled Mr. Cyclone into the room.

The door was closed in Tiny's storeroom. Even though it was time for the adults, Mr. Cyclone was now forced to face little Miss Autumn, who was wearing thin clothes.

"Um... Chio has something she wants to say to the adult..."