"A-choo!"

"Papa, did you catch a cold?"

Sitting by the large window in the library, Moon looked up from her book, *Fundamentals of Magic Theory*, and raised her little head to check on her father.

Leon rubbed his nose and sighed, “I don’t think so…”

“Then why did you sneeze?”

“Maybe... someone’s talking badly about me?”

That was an understatement. The Empire’s old officials were practically vowing to grind Leon's bones into dust.

Luckily for General Leon, he was blessed with good fortune, and the curse only manifested as a sneeze.

“Maybe Aunt Isha is grumbling while she fixes the …