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

"Well, let's talk about my niece's path"

Illis Seymour, a master. The old woman cut her legs out like that when she reassembled them in front of me.

The Miradin witch asks with a luscious grin.

"I'll ask you first, you think of that girl like your own daughter. That's for sure."

"I think it's my own daughter. Blood is not connected."

"Blood is darker than water, but bonds are deeper than the bottom of the sea,"

"It's like that. All I see now is my daughter's happiness."

"You were promised the future and the status of the Great Sage, but you ran away from them, and you made such a vulgar dialogue."

The master laughs with self-derision.

"Totally. If you let yourself know two years ago, you'd be surprised."

"It's easy to believe. By then you had been a research fool. No, I don't think he liked the world."

"I'm going to be a research idiot character myself."

"No, you just hated the world and pretended to indulge in research. He's just a man who's been doing research because he's got an immortal body."

"You are assured."

"I assure you. How much I spared your talent. If you were seriously on the path of a wise man, by now, you would be the seventh great wise man. No, as the leader of the Great Sage, what was to guide this world."

"That's not too much to buy"

"That's too humble."

The master leaks his sigh.

"Your magic, that talent outweighs me, too. If you still want to be a mage, you will instantly gain the strength to pull me out."

"Wouldn't that make you the strongest in the world?"

"Right. That's what crossing me means."

"Then I knew I couldn't. There's no way I can surpass my master."

"A teacher is always transcended by his disciples. That's a classic story."

When she leaked it that way, she threw it away, well, one of the things is fine.

"I'm not even going to be my successor now, and I'm not going to tell you to change your doctrinal claims. Being my successor means taking a lot of human blood."

I did have the option of becoming her successor without caging and researching in the mountains.

It's a choice to be as vulgar as she is and to use learned magic in human society.

It's the path of serving some court like her and making that magic useful in action.

I just didn't feel like the road was for me very well.

No, it wouldn't be for sure.

People are unsuitable.

I don't want to use magic as a weapon of war. I don't want to use it as a tool for politics.

I just wanted to have that emotion.

However, it is troublesome even if it is said now.

That's how I've lived for hundreds of years. I couldn't change my way of life now.

I bow my head sorry.

"Well, then there's no direction to serve as a court magician and become a service magician."

"It's not for you."

I tried it once a long time ago and couldn't do it. That won't change after hundreds of years.

On the contrary, it could be getting worse.

The presence of Fiona made me feel disgusted by killing people with magic.

I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be able to take the same path as her.

That's what I offered, but she didn't cloud her expression.

"What, people have talent. Some women, like me, pointing back at the bloody witch, do not move one eyebrow, while others, like my disciples, also have mercy on leeches (hiru) who suck their own blood. That's how the world turned around. I can't force myself to change it now."

She affirms so, stripping the notebook that was on the bulletin board.

There's no standing up, no spells, no casting.

She doesn't even need chanting if it's simple magic, she doesn't even need to work.

The notebook peeled off from itself as if it were willing, and headed to the trash.

"I tried to give asylum to some country, and as a court magician there, but there were no lines, or..."

She leaks with a bump.

The stripped notebook extended to nearly half. Or maybe that method was the best way to guarantee me and Fiona's safety.

If you exile to the enemy kingdoms of the Empire, you will at least be protected from the demonic hands of the Empire and the Episcopal Church.

You can also protect yourself and Fiona from the enemy if you hone your powers as a military magician. Perhaps we can gain the power to protect Fiona from the demons.

Or maybe I've given up the best hand my teacher has prepared for me, but still she won't abandon me.

She peeks into my eyes with those burning eyes.

I feel like being spotted by a witch, but still didn't distract me from her.

Did she discern my fitness with that demonic eye?

Strip off a single note that was on the bulletin board and give it to me.

"What's this?

"Probably the best path you could take."

I peek into that notebook in horror.

If she's the best, then there's no other option, I guess. I trusted my master's eyes and abilities.

It was the name of a certain school of witchcraft that was written there.

"Lean Grad School of Sorcery"

It was a nostalgic name. It's my alma mater.

When I was a child, I was picked up and raised by the witch in front of me.

Afterwards, I became a student at Lengrad School of Sorcery, where she was waving a teaching whip at the time. So I learned magic and became a magician.

It was obvious that she was aiming for a comeback of it.

"I don't want to make my daughter a magician at this point. Don't throw up that extravagant dialogue."

The master opened his mouth to take control of the flight.

"Not everything that has become a magician will be like me. Sometimes I become a killer repellent like you, and some daughters marry just to qualify as magicians. And some daughters become magic librarians, and others become medical magicians."

The point is, it's up to her to hold her heart, and the magician, she concludes.

"I mean, while I'm a teacher at Lengrad school, let my daughter learn there, right? If it is indeed a Lengrad school, neither the Empire nor the Episcopal Church can get their hands on"

You thought about it, I'm not saying.

Because I didn't think of that method either.

The Lean Grad School of Magic is located between the Empire and a certain republic bordering the Territory.

A republic is the only country that has the force to confront the Empire, and it was at the head of my list of places of refuge that was just put up.

It is a country that has fought for years for hegemony with empires, but there was a small country between such empires and republics. That is the Principality of Liengrad.

The Principality of Liengrad is, as its name suggests, the ruling country of the Grand Duke.

The title, however, was not received from the Empire, but came from more ancient origins.

He is also named as a magnate of sorcery, with an army of mighty sorcerers, whose force is laid at first sight on both the Empire and the Republic.

The fact that it exists between those two countries in the first place and maintains its independence proved the extraordinary nature of the Principality of Lengrad.

While Lengrad has created a presence that is not insulted by both countries or by column forces, it has never done a noticeable imitation and defended its independence on a millennial basis.

It has declared eternal neutrality and kept the interference of both countries away.

Therefore, the Lean Grad School of Magic has developed as the highest school for magicians.

It has embraced many talents, regardless of their origin, birth, etc., and has been named as a prestigious school of witchcraft.

"Lean Grad School of Sorcery..."

Boom, and the name again.

"Don't you feel comfortable?

"That's not the problem. No, thank you very much."

So when I punctuate the words, I supplement.

"Aside from the fact that teachers are right for me, they're the best terms for my daughter. You'll get the chance to learn at a first-class school, and friends your age."

"Then raise your hands and agree?

"Apart from making my daughter a magician eventually, it's not a bad educational environment"

Just add.

"The Lean Grad School of Magic is prestigious. Written exams are difficult, and I have talent as a magician. And there's Conne."

"Don't worry about Conne. I'm still a former teacher. And I still lend my name to the director."

"Age is a problem, too. But Lengrad should have been able to enroll only from the age of ten."

"Time will fix that for you. You can stay at my house for about a year. In the meantime, that kid will grow up to be about ten. In that year, I can prepare for the written exam."

"That's easy. It's hard, that exam over there."

I accidentally laugh bitterly, but more concerned than that was my talent as a magician. There's nothing I can do about all this.

Writing can also make you learn from two of the world's highest sages, but there's nothing you can do about it but magic talent.

Because witchcraft is technology, but also talent.

Teaching a talentless man a spell does not activate magic without mana in his body. In my opinion, my daughter, Fiona has no magical talent.

You won't find any brilliant magic in them.

On the other hand, my teacher seems to disagree with that opinion.

"That girl is a homunculus. A dwarf in a flask. There is no way that such a daughter would be the main bearer of a hundred talents. I'm sure I'll blossom my talents soon."

"Do you have certainty?

"I do. That girl is your daughter, my niece. He must have extraordinary talent."

The witch smiled with such certainty, but her certainty meddles.

A month later, when I began to stay in this mansion and prepare for the Leanglard School of Magic entrance exam, my daughter's powers open their eyes.

That was just when I went out to buy out in the city.

When I came back to the master's mansion after a bookstore tour that it was time to buy in even the pre-exam text, the incident happened.

In the gap where Chloe turned away, she climbed onto a tree in the master's mansion garden.

The climbing of the tree itself is good to be energetic, but the problem was its height.

She climbed the giant tree of the tree without thinking about it.

Its height is ten meters loose. And the reason I climbed was like her.

She climbed onto the tree trying to get the chick of the bird that fell from the tree back to where it belonged.

Can't I scold you for this?

I thought so.

In fact, I couldn't scold you for hearing reports of falling off a tree.

Masters and others praise their daughters rather.

"Fiona, well done. Use it with praise."

How unharmed my daughter Fiona was when she fell off a tree.

He activated sorcery to protect himself.

She defended herself when she activated the magic of Flying, which she hadn't even taught.

And from the day after that, he got permission from me, and then he started flying.

She brings in challenges quickly.

"I can't get off the kitten because it's expensive."

He smiles and asks for permission to fly.

Regardless, I couldn't say no.

For once, I was ready to cast supportive magic under her just in case, but it also ended in vain.

On the second activation she was perfectly using the magic of Flying.

Me staring at my daughter stroking her kitten with complicated feelings.

The master who stares at me.

Apparently, as she predicted, my daughter has a magical talent.

I had to admit that.

Anyway, this is how my daughter and I got our way.

When she's about ten years tall and weighed, she forges papers and sends them to Lean Grad School of Magic as' humans'.

And I'll be the 'teacher' there.

That's optimal, or that seems to be the only way left.

I was so determined when I received my cat from my daughter, who came down from above the heights as if it were a fluke and blend into the wind.

By the way, the cat was a black cat.

Black cats living in witch halls are a symbol of good luck, he said.

I hope Lengrad School of Magic will be a happy place for me and my daughter.

With that in mind, I kept catting.

Black Cat knew or didn't know how I felt like that, just rang "Nyah."