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

"Father, what does Neat mean?

One day, my beloved daughter spoke with her innocent eyes.

When I hear that word, I do a critical gaze at a made-up machine doll.

She returns expressions and dialogues that the gaze is unjust.

"It's a shame you think Chloe is the source of anything when you learn the bad words"

"But 60% of the bad words Fiona's ever remembered were via you."

"But on the contrary, 40% were via others, right? You didn't think it was 40% of that this time?

Chloe goes on when she takes a breath there.

"Not to mention that Master Fiona is now a student of the School of Magic. I'm surrounded by kids my age. In view of your information influence, can't you comprehensively determine that you have a better chance of hearing the word from that person?

"The point is, you're innocent, right?

Chloe snorted and nodded.

Look at that. I trust Chloe. Then he turned to Fiona and said this as he stroked her head.

"Neat is a term that refers to grain crushing that you are neither willing to work nor willing to study"

Not a very pretty word, but you should be honest with me when I'm asked.

Convinced by the word, Fiona asks another question.

"Okay. But what do you mean, grain crush?

"I mean people who are not worth living. It doesn't contribute to the productivity of society, it's just grain crushing because it consumes grain empty-handed."

"So is Neat a bad thing?

I categorically deny that question.

"It's not a bad thing. The world is turning because of Nettle."

And I plead.

Hearing the words, the maid clothes girl laughs dull.

"Your husband left you wanting the title of Drawcage Sage a little while back."

"Shut up. Toxic tongue maid, don't pinch your mouth"

Chloe chucks in her mouth when I say so.

"In the first place, the pull cage and the nite are something completely different. It's about as different as orange and nectar. It's true that I was in a cage, but I also had a fine job as an alchemist, and I've lived with that money. So not like Neat."

"Neat and the cage are not the same."

"Oh, it's something similar and unusual. - That's Fiona. By the way, where have you learned those words?

"I heard it at the academy"

My daughter doesn't hide the source. He taught me along with an honest smile.

"You still grow up fast when surrounded by kids the same age. I've been purchasing a lot of words."

"Right. But you don't have to remember the words Neat or the pull cage. It's a word that has nothing to do with my daughter."

To affirm that, with his hands on his daughter's head, he added:

"That's why. Words that have nothing to do with you, so you can erase them."

Yes, I taught Fiona, but she smiles and refuses it.

"It doesn't matter. Yeah, it's more about me."

Fiona affirms.

"It doesn't matter. 'Cause you're gonna walk the straight path."

"But I don't have to be Nettle, it's gonna be tough when your father's Nettle."

Fiona subtly said so.

It was so insignificant that I almost missed hearing it, but I didn't have to.

"... that I will be Neat!?

I get confused by accident, but Chloe also defends me.

"Dear Fiona, you're not going to be Nettle. Until a while ago, I was a pulling cage sage, but I still had a job in my hand, and now I'm a teacher at the School of Magic. Isn't it pathetic to call him Nettle?"

"I didn't say that. He's a friend of my class."

"Class friends? You mean my students?

"Yeah, I'm your father's daughter, so I'm not going to tell you directly, but this last kid I became friends with snuck me up. Your father said he was being slapped in the shadows."

When Fiona says so, she utters a dialogue with that friend while she does the talking.

"Fiona, I'm your friend, so let's be clear, your father has a bad reputation. He said that he would do all his research without any decent classes. I've already given up, but some of the kids are breathtaking about your father's lack of motivation."

I've heard that tone somewhere. It would be an imitation of my daughter eating on her first day. Is the name Harmonia or something?

This is the girl who became my daughter Fiona's friend yesterday.

My daughter supplements.

"Harmonia's already given up, but some students seem angry at their father for not giving them proper classes. Teacher Nettle, I'm mad at you for being a pay thief."

"Teacher Neat......, Pay Thief......"

"That's odd to say."

"Am I so told in the shadows..."

"Are you shocked? Lord Aruji."

"No, actually, not so much"

"That can't be saved."

"I teach magic to kids when I smash them. I don't think they fit the gender."

"You really blew it. Then why did you take on teachers?"

"Because that was the only way"

"Then why don't you get half your salary back?

"Then it'll sound like a household. I'm not gonna stop doing research."

"Yes, but continue with the pay thief."

Chloe assures me. As a keeper of the household, my income depends on me.

"But honestly, I think it would be a problem to solve if someone changed their mind and gave a serious lecture or class."

"Well, yeah, but I don't want to teach my kids magic."

"Why not?

…………

Unexpectedly silent. Because it was a short word, but it was a word that punched the core.

However, neither Chloe nor Fiona will back off until they ask why. He had that look on his face, so I'll tell him exactly why.

"Magic is because it exists to hurt people"

"Does magic hurt people?

Fiona asks anxiously.

I knew I'd get that look, so I kept quiet until now, but I keep going. Because I thought it was a good opportunity.

Even if I don't preach the magical truth like this, my daughter will eventually touch one side of it. That's what enrolling in the School of Magic meant.

Then as a father, it would be better for my daughter if I taught.

When I make up my mind, I'll have a proper class tomorrow.

And I made a promise to my daughter.

Seeing that, Chloe walks away from this spot.

Eventually I held a glass of laundry in my hand.

"What's going on?," she asks, giving a reply full of pranks.

"No, I was wondering if it would even rain if you could work seriously."

"... you're a rude one"

I represented Chloe that way, but regrettably her prophecy hit.

Then the rain began to pour.

The rain never stopped falling until midnight.