Child Rearing Journal of the Strongest Wiseman～About My Daughter Being the Cutest in the World～

A wise man has three dreams.

One thing is to get an immortal body.

Two, generating the stone of the wise.

Mitsu, creating life from scratch.

I've been in research for a thousand years to fulfill all three of those dreams.

First of all, I also feel like I've lived a thousand years, not to mention immortality, but it's not perfect yet.

Certainly its appearance was young, but it is immortal and not immortal.

Its vitality and resilience were not the norm either, but they would just as well die if their necks were cut off. However, I was confident that I wouldn't die as long as my arm was cut off.

"Well, the immortals need to do more research."

Talk to a maid who is an assistant.

The girl with silver hair,

"If you do, you'll achieve it."

and smiled.

By the way, she is a by-product of a second dream, the 'Sage's Stone' generation.

Girl with silver hair, she was dressed in maid clothes. She was just a poor girl from wherever she looked, but she won't get old again either.

It's made just like a human being, but it's just a doll.

It was a mechanical doll with a sage stone in its heart.

A perfect sage stone can be a machine that keeps moving forever, but unfortunately her heart is regularly maintained. She can't operate unless she replaces the Sage's Stone Rock.

"You're halfway there, too."

"But there are few wise men in this world who have attained immortality and who can produce sage stones."

She proudly commends me for my accomplishments.

"The oldest sage in the world is 3,000 years old. Master Kite has a long life that counts faster from the top."

"I'm getting tired of living long lately, too. Uh, am I just 1,000 now?

"I'm a thousand and twenty-six."

"Right. Have I finally surpassed the grand stage of my 1000s? Alasser, you've become a wise man. Around Southand, he's a wise man."

"You haven't even counted your own age?

"Humans, I just get tired of living that much. Counting the ages is a hundred million. Well, I'm not gonna die until I've done my research."

"I'm ready for you."

That being said, the silver-haired girl has cut out like this.

"By the way, Master Tsuruo, is there something very difficult to offer?

"What? If it was a sage stone, I would have switched it before."

"No. Actually, I kept it for experimental use. Looks like Wyburn escaped with two names."

"What. Oh, you know what?"

"I don't know..."

"I guess I haven't gotten far yet. Besides, I was just about to procure Wyburn material to fulfill my third ambition. Just fine."

When I said that, I put my robe together and headed to the experimental building.

"Dear Sir, don't you have to take the wand?

"Chloe thinks I'm gonna struggle every Wyburn?

"So is that."

The mechanical girl said, grinning.

According to the experimental building, it had been vandalized by Wyburn.

The cage has been destroyed and the paperwork scattered.

Apparently, for a long time, he was under house arrest in a cage and under stress.

"Damn, you're a worthless Wyburn."

"If there's a Wyburn who does art, that's what I'd like to see."

"Right."

That being said, I started a fight with Wyburn.

A few minutes later...

The maid clothes girl takes out the pocket watch she was putting in her pocket, puffy and twinkly.

"One minute and four seconds."

I heard that. I leak my sigh.

"Did it take that long? It would have been 30 seconds flat in full season."

With that said, I grabbed Wyburn's wheel with the magic of acceleration and broke his neck poking.

Wyburn that makes sense.

"I've been doing research for a thousand years. Maybe I lost my arm. Well, I don't care."

My ambition lies in accomplishing all three great sorrows of the wise. I don't care if my strength fades.

"Well, then, I guess I challenge the three great sorrow greatest difficulties of the wise. I just got the material."

Staring at Wyburn, who has just died.

"Do you need Wyburn material to create a new life?

"I don't know. dwarf in a flask... I mean, there are as many sages as stars trying to create artificial life forms (homunculus), but no one has ever succeeded"

"So you're the first one to do it."

"I hope so. Anyway, according to some literature, there is a Wyburn liver strong enough to have two names to make homunculus. I'm gonna try that."

With that said, he takes the dagger out of his nose and tries to stab it in Wyburn's belly.

I took out my liver and put it in the flask.

But that's where the miscalculation occurs.

The moment Wyburn stabbed his dagger in the belly, I thought he was dead.

I thought I broke my cervical bone and took my fighting power, but that's two names, Wyburn. The bump was quite something.

Chloe looks at it and panics, "Oh, well," but I tailored Wyburn to a calm settling. He replaced his heart, not his belly, where he stabbed his dagger.

A dagger that pierces the heart. But still, Wyburn made his last resistance.

Spitting a fireball out of his mouth, he unleashed it over Chloe.

Oh, shit!

I didn't think so. Chloe is a mechanical maid. The more combatants you have, the more you can clean them up with one hand. What sucked was the kind of drug behind Chloe.

There are also secret medicines, psychotropic drugs, and powders of misril in explosives.

Light them up and they'll lightly wipe out this experimental building or something.

I thought so. When I grabbed her shoulder with the magic of Acceleration, I strained the magic of the Wall as it was.

The moment the magic of the fence unfolds, a roar echoes at the experimental facility.

The blast fills the room, scattering precious chemicals and books. Some of the walls and ceilings of the sturdy designed experimental building had also collapsed.

For once, I stared at Chloe,

"Are you hurt?

That's what she asked, but she smiled, "No scratches, thanks to you."

It was an inorganic smile like a doll, but I'm glad I didn't get hurt.

With that in mind, Chloe stepped out of my hand and headed for the rubble.

And take something out of the rubble.

Bring it here, she says.

"Sir, sir, sir, it's very difficult."

"Experimental facilities blow up, precious mangodoras and elixirs. Is there a harder thing in this world than burning a rare book?

Yes, sarcastically, but she didn't give it back.

"Yes, sir. Master Okja can now apparently name the Great Sage. It appears that we have reached the truth of witchcraft, the sorrow of the wise."

When Chloe says so, she shows off the object held in her arms.

There was a small life there waving in prosperity.

him, no, she boasts of her newborn life as if

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!

And he was crying.

Chloe told me to hold her.

"Dear Mr./Mrs. Ryuji, It seems that the Tartarus has become the first wise man in the world to succeed in creating Homunculus, the dwarf in the flask."

Chloe added this when she placed a breath there.

"At the same time, I became the father of this baby. You've become a dad. Give him a name."

So insistently, Chloe began to look for a cloth braid that would become a baby's birthplace from inside the scattered room.

The baby licked my thumb as I looked at that like some other HR.

Apparently they assume it's milk.

The desperate appearance was kind of very cute.

My thorax (today) feels a little strange.

It's going to be later that it turns out to be maternal instinct, or parental consciousness, but this is what happens when you crunch the feelings you have honestly right now.

"Shit, my daughter is cute"

Thus the wise man became a father.