Who would have thought that the mighty Auron would one day fall ill.

Cyclone even believed that all the Auron in the world were a group of powerful creatures immune to sickness.

However, it wasn't until Little Dragon collapsed in his arms that Cyclone recalled a simple theory.

No matter how strong an existence is, it is not invincible.

Invaded by illness, or overwork, can lead to a high fever.

If it's an illness, there's no way for Cyclone, an ordinary man who kisses Little Dragon every day, to not be infected.

The other reason could be overwork.

Ninety-nine percent of the household income comes from Eileen's help, even if Eileen's business fails, the money Cyclone greedily hoarded in the past is enough to sustain their lives for the rest of their days.

By all accounts, the only concern Little Dragon should have is the upcoming Great Dragon Festival.

"How is she doing?"

The chaotic scene in the kitchen reminded Cyclone of another reason that would worry Little Dragon, which is Elyse's growing belly.

"Little Dragon has a high fever."

Foreheads pressed together, the high temperature made Cyclone feel scared.

"So, what about dinner?"

On Elyse's concern, Cyclone instinctively retorted.

"You're talking about this now?!"

"S-sorry..."

"It's probably because you've been acting recklessly at home, leaving Little Dragon to handle all your troubles."

Seeing Little Dragon so exhausted, Cyclone's emotions became stirred.

"I-I didn't ask her to do that!"

Once Cyclone said that, the princess-born Elyse couldn't help but retort.

Unfortunately, Cyclone was not a man to show mercy.

"Yes, I asked her to take care of this useless person like you."

"W-what useless person?!"

"That's enough! Reflect on yourself, I need to take care of Little Dragon."

"I-I'm, it's because..."

Clutching her apron tightly, Elyse lowered her head.

"Everyone, please stop fighting..."

With Little Dragon running a high fever, Elyse hoped not to disturb her with stress.

"Tsk! Ignore her. Come, let me carry you to bed."

Choosing to ignore Elyse, Cyclone brought Little Dragon to bed first.

After settling Little Dragon, Cyclone came out and addressed Elyse.

"Don't come near here."

But Elyse didn't heed Cyclone's words.

In the end, Cyclone cleaned up the kitchen alone, while Elyse took care of the mess she made.

During the time, there was no conversation between them.

After a short while, Cyclone returned to the room and gently patted Little Dragon's body.

"What's this..."

After waking Little Dragon up, Cyclone helped her sit up.

"The porridge is here."

"Is it cooked by Eileen?"

"Well, let's not talk for now. Just eat it up."

"…Okay."

Although the porridge was cooked by Cyclone herself, such trivial matters were not worth fussing over.

The top priority now was to alleviate Little Dragon's pain and help her recover quickly.

With ice packs and some fever-reducing medicine ready, Cyclone finally fulfilled the duties of both a husband and a doctor.

However, a bigger problem loomed now.

Late at night, Eileen had closed her shop, and Yuna had returned from her daytime magic practice.

In the absence of Little Dragon, a secret family meeting unfolded in Cyclone's living room.

"Little Dragon sister now…"

Cyclone shook her head in concern for Eileen.

"But, if she doesn't get better, tomorrow's competition…"

Yuna hit the nail on the head.

The main issue that Cyclone was most worried about now was the Great Dragon ritual that Little Dragon had taken so seriously.

The current situation was exactly what Cyclone had hoped would not happen.

"I understand…"

"Why don't we…"

"Don't say anything."

Cyclone was already feeling frustrated, racking her brain for ways to help Little Dragon.

She did not want Elyse, who was regarded as the culprit of this incident, to speak.

With this mix of complex emotions, the family meeting went on.

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