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

My daughter's exam results were excellent.

Written tests are chief, magic measurements are C-ranked.

Overall, is it something like B +?

I can't be the overall chief, but it's still a faster score to count from the top.

However, the teachers seem discouraged.

I guess the expectations were raised by the introduction of that bloody witch.

Seems like she wanted it to be a girl with a tremendous talent or just Conne.

Especially if the latter is the pretext for kicking out the college.

That's what a lot of teachers thought.

There were several teachers who looked discouraged when Fiona's grades were announced.

Seeing that look on my face reminds me of my master's words.

"I am on the board of directors of the Lean Grad School of Magic. I can write as many references as I want with that connection, but I'm in trouble."

I remember when my master wrote me a letter of introduction, he asked me with such a dialogue.

"By the way, what kind of problem do you think it is?

That's what the master asked me then, but I didn't answer instantly.

Not because I didn't know why. Conversely, I was able to speculate immediately, so I kept quiet.

Answer too soon and she will say this irony.

"Were you looking at me like that?

- and.

In fact, since I had those eyes, I'll answer them.

I answered as far away as I could as described below.

"Master has a lot of enemies, right? 'Cause we're losing money."

She would not have been satisfied with the answer, but she told me what was going on in the college with a bitter laugh.

"Now the traditional Lengrad school is divided into multiple groups. Reformers and conservatives who want to reform the College. I'm a reformist, by the way. Conservatives resent me for that."

"I mean, he said he could be harassed by that conservative,"

"Right. I want you to be prepared for that."

But then the master added:

"Things to do about Fiona are not harmful. Anyway, she's a pretty niece."

"Will you not reckon with your adorable apprentice?

"Do something for yourself."

The master sent us to the academy with his face.

Looking at the reaction of the teachers, I remember interacting with the master, but quickly, the master's worries seemed to have been meddled.

However, the master's plan seems to have succeeded.

The harassment of the Conservative teachers was not directed at my daughter, but at me.

Teachers, however shady and seemingly disgraceful, have spoken inexorably.

"You have a pretty good daughter."

That's what the man said he would stand next to me.

"You gave birth to an eagle."

When I answer with such humility, the man takes the fried feet of my words.

"Well, do you admit that you are?"

Correction, this man looks shady and bad in character, not, shady and bad in character.

You can be so sure.

Continue the words as if to prove it.

"Your daughter seems to be the right person for our college, but what about you, who will be a teacher with an introduction to the Witch of Blood? Anything. Your magician staircase is the fourth class."

"Apparently."

Say it like any other HR.

For once, even if my strength is estimated to be small, I will have an eighth rank. Both the magician's strength and his track record as an alchemist.

However, my skill as a magician may have fallen as far as the seventh class because I've been studying in pull cages for the last few hundred years.

I thought so, but I answer by silence.

I wonder if that attitude didn't bother you, the man adds.

"I pointed out your rank."

"You've been pointed out."

"You are a fourth class magician. Do you have any comments on that?"

"I thought you were an extra class."

Many magicians graduate from the School of Magic to become magicians and become first-class magicians at the time of enrollment in the Union of Mages. Half of all magicians seem to finish raw while in that rank, so even the fourth rank can be considered a fine magician.

However, the sorcerer in front of you doesn't seem to think so.

"Certainly not many magicians can get up to the fourth rank. But that's a common sorcerer's story, except in this college. A part-time lecturer is a full-time teacher, a fourth-class teacher, and so on."

"I don't think this college policy qualifies me as a teacher."

But it should be. Since I was enrolled in this college about a thousand years ago, I have never heard of such a provision or anything.

Nor should that have been written in the school rules received on admission.

"There is indeed no such provision, but there is an indiscipline. There are no examples of magicians below the fifth rank who have become full-time teachers in the last few decades."

"Conversely, you had it decades ago. Then why don't you do that?"

I said in a relaxed tone. That attitude seems to have touched his inverse scales.

With that word he put his frustration completely on the surface.

His name is McCaw.

He's a three boy born into a prestigious family of witchcraft about everything, and that staircase seems to be in the fifth class.

At that age the rank was splendid.

I also know what it feels like to grow.

But that's why he doesn't deserve to be unreasonably rambling.

"Well, be that witch. You have this apprentice. Can I tell you to go away? Then I'll make it clear. I'm telling you, a magician with no strength like you doesn't deserve our traditional college. I won't say anything bad. Because I just resigned, and even if I did, I'd be ashamed of myself."

It doesn't sound like anything when you hear that word.

It was arm pressed against the warm curtain.

I have the opportunity to deal with biting dogs like him over and over again when I've lived for a thousand years in the first place.

Neither my strength nor the power of others can I seek.

I can't even gauge how others feel.

It's even a shame to call him a biting dog, imbecile.

There was a real example of that living thing in front of me. I'm not angry at what you just said.

After a thousand years of living, it's also troublesome to be able to have a tongue fight with such an imbecile.

You shouldn't deal with the fool in this hand.

That was my conclusion.

I try to get past him as if I were going to ignore him, but he, no, he's still speechless. They curse me.

"Hmm, is my prowess still horrible? Interpretation, fourth class. I wouldn't keep my mouth shut if they told me so much. Apply for a duel"

"Duel, I miss you."

Well done as a student.

When the sorcerers bother each other, they apply for a duel.

It was common.

A knight would sign up for a duel by throwing those gloves at his opponent, but a magician doesn't wear gloves.

Point at the opponent, sign up for a duel, just declare so.

And if the opponent receives it, the duel begins.

I wouldn't do that anyway.

Is it like McCaw or something? A man to this extent was confident that he could win with only one hand, but that's why he doesn't fight.

For once, I'll be a teacher at this academy under false identities.

If you screw this man down, I may not be a Class IV sorcerer.

(Well, you just have to let the grubby fish bark)

Just because I decide to ignore it makes everyone happy.

That's what I thought. I tried to ignore McCaw completely, but the man in front of me was a hell of a moron.

Honestly, I'm not angry at what a man of this magnitude would say.

He looked cool even when he bruised his master.

In fact she was a witch and a demonic woman with a troubled personality.

It is a fact that neither he nor his disciples deny.

But this man spoke ill of his daughter.

Disgraced my daughter's name.

McCaw changed his spearhead when he thought the ramblings to me and my mentor didn't work.

As soon as I heard the word, I challenged McCaw into battle and completely defeated him.

A duel between magicians uses spells such as "Impact" and takes care not to injure the opponent, but I ignored the custom and specified a battle until one of them lost his mind.

He got that battle foolishly.

And I broke every bone of my opponent while I successfully adjusted my magic so that McCaw wouldn't pass out.

The number of bones in the human body is roughly 200, about thirty of which McCaw has finally cried out and begged for his life.

Whatever it is, I'm not taking my life.

I adjusted the power of the Impact so that I wouldn't pass out.

The magic of Notice woke him up immediately even though he passed out.

I regenerated my bones with the magic of Recovery, and repeatedly broke many bones though.

The one-sided duel went on until he wrote a pledge that he would quit and never show up in front of us again.

Of course, it is customary for 'curses' to be hung on contracts exchanged between magicians.

If a promise is broken, misfortune comes to those who break it.

I write in that contract so that the pain I have just tasted will come back to me when McCaw breaks his promise.

Now you will never have to look at this uncomfortable face again.

In fact, McCaw submitted his resignation the next day and fled back to the Empire's home.

The maid, who watched a series of interactions from behind, leaks sarcasm with the bump.

"Isn't that a little too much?"

"That's not true. If I'd been active, I wouldn't have had his life."

"Right. When we met, it would have definitely taken our lives."

When she made that clear, this is the last thing she asked.

"By the way, what bad talk did that dumb magician get? How did you anger that gentle, cautious ruji-san so far?

…………

I'll be silent. Because it's too early to say it again, and it's annoying just thinking about it.

However, the girl with the silver-haired mechanical doll seems to be looking for answers.

Repeat what he said earlier reluctantly.

"Your daughter doesn't look like her father. She's pretty good."

"Isn't that a compliment"

"The problem is after that."

"Later?

"There is a continuation of his dialogue. He said it. If you keep drilling at this academy, you could be a witch like your master."

"The man wrote witch and read bitch."

When Chloe says that, she's outraged and sympathetic to my anger.

"That man humiliated Master Fiona, as well as Master Seymour, didn't he? Then it's only natural to have that kind of backlash."

Just keep saying.

"And isn't it still an overattack (overkill)? I thought we should be cautious in the future."

"I know. For once, you're faking your identity. I'll be careful."

For once, that's what I said on the spot, but it was just about the spot.

I don't know how many rotten men like McCaw are in this college, but I was confident that if you uttered the same words, I could hang up again.

About thirty bottles were confident of breaking bones.

I guess Chloe is familiar with that, too.

"At least leave him at about ten bottles"

When she says that, she has asked the last mean question.

"Well, Master Tsuruji. Finally, I'd like to ask, how many of them were broken for Master Seymour, about thirty broken bones of that scum? Looking at it from the edge, I thought it was about ten."

…………

I answer by silence.

I was angry that they insulted my daughter, but I was also angry that they called my master a bitch.

Regardless, I won't answer honestly because I'm embarrassed about that.

"Well, maybe two or three."

So deluded, I gave Chloe my orders.

"More than that, it's a sunny day. Don't let this happen, let's just go home and open a celebratory seat."

"Right, today is a sunny day when Dear Fiona has been passed by the College. Besides, he is also the first doorman to graduate unemployed in hundreds of years. We'll have lots of delicious things."

The girl, dressed in maid clothes, smiled at her mouth when she said so.