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

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Enter the study.

There was one woman sitting in a chair.

She lay her back on a well-designed chair, with her feet together.

Wearing strangely exposed costumes.

Whatever magic was, it was the art of indulging in natural management, and it was the right figure of the magician to expose his skin to the outside air as much as possible, and that was her theory.

Hence, she had been dressed in clothes that were troubling the place of her eyes since we met.

Also, I guess he knows the value of his beauty, too.

He also seemed familiar with the beauty of that limb, and was deliberately good at putting his feet together and gazing at the man with that luster.

But that doesn't work for me.

Indeed, the beauty of this witch deserved a special mention.

The bright red hair and eyes dyed with blood are very appealing, with a hint of colour that makes them feel demonic.

But the age of this witch is 1000 and 200.

No matter how attractive the woman looked, there was something to shrivel at when I thought of it that way.

No older human being could be seen as a paedophile over 200 years of age.

With that in mind, she said, Iris Seymour had a grumpy look.

"You're as herbivorous as ever. It's the first time in decades that a foolish disciple has come, so I put him in and waited for him."

"I admire the Master like a sister. You can't see your family that way."

"Love is so exciting that there are so many obstacles. Forbidden love between my sister and brother. It burns."

"I don't have that hobby."

That's what I said, but then the master bent his mouth, "Fair enough."

"It hurts me if they say that I am not in love with someone because of my age, but if they say it like my sister, it is definitely not. I did raise you like a real brother."

"Thank God. With that said, it's already been 'a thousand years' since you met your master, hasn't it? I didn't think we'd be dating this long at first."

"... didn't you highlight the number thousand now? You didn't count my age at the same time you counted your own?

That's what the master said, a little mucky.

I ask her with a little fright.

"Master. It's been decades since I've been reunited with my master, but are you still concerned about your age? Excuse me, but if I'm over a hundred years old, I feel like an error already..."

"Error? Oh, my God. You have to count your age properly. By the way, I'm not over a hundred."

"... No, Master, my master and I first met when I was about thirteen. Then more than a thousand years have passed, so at least a thousand years have passed -"

She forcibly blocks my words.

"What are you saying? I'm only seventeen, okay?

"No, seventeen..."

"No, I'm 17, 17 and 14196 months old. Flowers also shame maidens must refer to daughters my age"

"Yes, 10,000..."

What a calculation. Or do you always count in case this happens?

She claims to be seventeen years old in an attitude that combines arrogance and disgrace.

"Ha..." he breathes gently.

This witch is always like this.

Well, this still makes my master a woman. It would not be gentlemanly to blame that age unnecessarily. And treating her as a seventeen-year-old maiden will work.

Suppose I could yell out loud at her actual age (only I know because we've been dating for years) and point out that she's been babysitting for hundreds of months, but it doesn't make any sense to do that.

No, it doesn't make any sense, but it could hurt your mood and kill you.

In fact, he had a soft face when he first showed his face, but now it was changing.

My face was laughing, but my eyes weren't laughing.

I also feel like I have no heart or magic in my hand.

Hundreds of years ago, when she got into an argument with other wise men at one of the sorcery societies, she had the look of it now.

Then she instantly killed the wise man who grinned at her age, in the full seat of the Society. No, it's a instant and a half kill.

Regardless, the matter became a major problem, and the master, for a year, ate a cautious disposition, but after that, the wise man could no longer show his face to the Society, and nothing touched her age in the Society.

The alias of the blood-blooded witch comes from the blood returned at that time.

Not because I'm a redhead.

is her joke, but well, anyway, it would be a wise choice not to touch age.

I decided to show her my daughter in order to change the subject.

"Then I introduce my daughter to you, my sister, who is also a maiden of shame to flowers. My master is my sister, so will my master be my aunt?

Now, he's a loud master for his age, but what about his name?

I was worried that I would get angry when they called me "aunt," but that seemed worrying.

"There are also aunts in the world who are younger than themselves. If you care about fine names, you'll get more twitches. No, I don't have any twitches."

She assured me so, giving Fiona the honor of calling me "Aunt".

I'm honored with that honor, whispering in Fiona's ear.

"Fiona, this man is my master. And he's my raised parent."

"Is it your grandmother's?

"You're more of a sister than an oka-san. So call me Auntie."

When I said that, Fiona nodded, "Yeah," and said, "Auntie, nice to meet you!," he greeted lifting the hem of his skirt.

Seeing the appearance, the master raises his praise.

"Well, it's brilliant. I grew up with only men, but I'm being polite."

"I'm sure they're imitating the Otto kids"

Until a few weeks ago, I was not the daughter to greet you like this.

It was not a greeting like this of an aristocratic lady, but a more fortuitous or childish child.

Probably would have greeted him more energetically, jumping into the bosom of his master, had he not stayed at the Otto family.

Maybe that makes the master happy.

As she walked over to Fiona, she held her back.

Hold Fiona up so she can sit back on her right hand.

That seemed to be an expression of her affection, as well as Fiona's share of the prosecution.

"Hmm, something like weighing 17 kg? You look like a five-year-old."

The master turns to me when he does.

They fly the magic of "Tales of Reading".

"I guess I lay low on this girl that I'm a homunculus"

'Naturally. I don't know, I have to. I don't have the courage to reveal the secret of birth to her. "

'That's wise. If you've kept your mouth shut so far, fool it through to the end. At least hide it through until this kid grows up. "

'I'm going to. But can this child grow up?

'What do you mean?

'If you string history together, they say there are several magicians like me who have succeeded in creating Homunculus, but the born Homunculus seems to be ending up short lived. Maybe this kid too......'

"Does this child also serve as an example to his ancestors?" Well, that doesn't weigh on me, but in the past, born homunculus, they were all, literally, dwarves in a flask. He had a frail body that couldn't get out of the flask. But how about this girl? This is how we breathe in the outside air and grow. I don't know how old this child will live until God does, but at least it's not something I'm worried about tomorrow. '

"... I'm relieved you can say that to your master"

She went on when she put her breath down there.

'And you seem to be worried about this daughter's rate of growth, but in the past, the homunculus that appears in all the literature grows fast without exception. It's just that when you reach a certain age, the rest will be at the same rate as humans. "

"I see, that helps"

"Don't be in trouble if your kindness sprouts because of you, but you die in no time"

When the master leaked the sarcasm so, he lowered Fiona to the ground.

Switch the conversation to a common language, not a pronouncement.

"Oh, heavy. At this rate, you won't even be able to hold him easily in a few months. At least it becomes impossible for me to be a maiden who also shames flowers. Well, evidence that you're growing up fine."

She spoke to Fiona when she divulged it.

"It's Fiona. Let the woman prepare the confectionery. Anything you want to eat?

Fiona answers well.

"I want apple tart!

"I see, aye. Okay. Let's get it ready."

When the master says so, he calls the lady inside and orders her to make a tart of apples.

Then I look back at Chloe and add:

"I'm going to have a discussion with this foolish apprentice now. I don't want this girl to ask, so keep this girl away from this room."

The master said with a grim look and tone.

Chloe finally drips her head off.

I guess Chloe assumes that me and my master will tell an important story that will determine Fiona's future.

"Please."

And I bowed my head deeply.

Master returns.

"Worldly things scorn me as a bloody witch, but just now, I became what I call my aunt. I'm not doing anything to make my niece sad."

I assure you, I saw it better.

"Besides, this foolish disciple doesn't take the option to grieve his daughter either. Chloe, let her eat the apple tart with peace of mind."

She laughed, saying that this Seymour apple tart is the best in the empire.

Chloe smiles back, too.

"Now let's steal out the secrets of that flavor and someday give it to you second in the Empire"

With that said, she pulled Fiona's hand and headed to the guest room.

When I made sure they were gone, my master recommended me but I sat back in the chair.

A long discussion is about to begin. I couldn't feel the inevitability of standing in the meantime.