Baptist Day has arrived.
I was drawn to my father and mother and came to the Church of the King's Capital.
I am wearing a new piece that I received for today's day. I'm glad it's not a rare step back for my sister.
The church is lined with five-year-old children, taken by their parents.
Because of the long wait time, it is very soggy.
"It's all right. I'm sure Daisy's a magician, too."
That said, he shook my father's connected hand tightly so as to encourage me.
The order in which they are called seems to be called by the priest in the order of the names on the roster. Perhaps nobility, in order of family, I, the son of the Viscount, am not yet called. And I guess we'll be baptizing the civilian children afterwards.
"Daisy von Preslaria"
The priest finally calls me by my name.
"Yes."
Answer and walk to the front center of the church chapel.
"Come on, put your hands on this crystal"
The priest urged me to put my hand on the crystal of the magic prop.
I follow it honestly.
"God, grant Daisy von Preslaria a blessing of five years of age and a vocation worthy"
The dazzling light covered my hand.
... and the profession shown was' Alchemist '.
"... not a magician..."
I groaned, thanked the priest, and hurried to walk out of the church.
Outside the church, I cried out loud.
My parents after me hug me, stroke my back and forgive me.
But I could only cry at the shock of not being given what I just naturally thought I would be given, like my brother and sister.
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"Alchemist".
That was not very pleasant as a nobleman.
It is an unpopular profession for the aristocrats, whose main task is to help people live by creating various potions. I can make legendary elixirs and sage stones... what a legend, but I doubt it's true.
To the extent that most people run potion shops, most of them also make things that can be made at the primary level.
Even for dowry into the aristocratic family, the reality was that there was little desirable marital voice for very young daughters, with most of the offers to accompany the elderly and to be wanted as caregivers to the home where the caregivers were.
What to do with what has been decided.
Unlike my daughter, who is still crying and caged in her room, my father was an adult and capable man.
I don't cover what's decided. The rest depends on what you do.
How can I raise my daughter, who has been ordained an "alchemist," an unfaithful position, make her live a happy life? My father, who loved his family equally, thought.
... By the way, it seems fashionable in alleys to make allowance for a child who has decided to be in an unfair position. Such an option would not be available to him.
My father went to my mother's room.
Rose, are you there?
Gently knock on the door and speak to Roselia, my wife.
"Yeah, I'm here. Ellie, open it."
Ellie is the name of his wife's maid.
Enter the room and cheek the kiss of a dear greeting to my wife.
"I wanted to talk to you about Daisy's future. Can I have your time now?
Give her husband Henry a kiss back, and Rose returns a beautiful grin.
"Of course, Henry. That child is our beloved child, our parent."
With that said, Rose invites Henry to the couch and sits face to face. Ellie, the samurai, when she prepared tea for the two of them, gave a bowl of grace and left the room behind.
"It's about Daisy's Alchemist."
Rose nods cocklessly at Henry's cut out words.
"That job, if lazy, is a difficult one to live a happy life, even if it's a noble child. You know that, don't you?
Again Rosé nods. The expression is serious.
"It was pathetic for that kid not to have been given the position of Magic Supervisor. … but I think that, depending on the nature of the child, the position might not be bad either."
Henry shrugged and intrigued that an unexpected opinion had come out of Rose's mouth.
"Rose, what's that supposed to mean?
One tea in the mouth, Rosé answers.
"That kid is very keen to study. I've almost mastered reading and writing calculations that year. Besides, that kid is originally very interested and research enthusiastic when it comes to plants. With that personality, I wonder if it's possible to live happily enough as a business, even if it's called an affair."
That's what I said, I glanced at the garden where the roses grew up with Daisy's hands.
Hmm, Henry nods in response to Rose's opinion.
"Well, first of all, let her decide herself to live as an 'alchemist,' and... we seem to be a good help to you with that."
Rosé is a wise mother who takes a good look at her children. Open your mouth further and suggest to your husband.
"Speaking of which, Daisy likes to read Plant Drawings and Herbal Drawings. Why don't you give me a book on alchemy, out-of-the-box. Wouldn't you be interested in being honest?
"The boulder is my rosé!
Henry kisses his wife's lips.
"Quickly, I'm going to go out and buy that kid what he needs!
Henry left the room early enough feeling worried but clear.