Open the window and invite Olba, the master's user demon, into the house.
Next I do my gaze on Chloe.
Chloe, aware, nodded slightly, turning her back.
Magnificently made clothes -, no, flicking the apron dress, I head to the ground floor and bring pork from the ice spirit-style fridge on the ground floor. It's raw.
When I stabbed it with a fork, I gave it to Olba.
Olba gratuitously stumbles upon it.
Normally, you don't fly long distances.
It's not like migratory birds or giant birds. They settle in the woods and prey on mice and other small animals as they move through the trees.
Because she uses it as a demon and strengthens long-distance travel, her Lord is rather arrogant, or ignoring the logic of the creature.
You must be tired. That's what I fed him, but Orba was obsessed and swallowed pork.
Afterwards, let Fiona moff all the way through, and the red magic will gather in Olba's body.
Did you anticipate the fit? Or was it even in the bath and by now you noticed that the user demon had arrived at his destination?
The Lord's will dwells in Orba's body.
She said first thing in the opening.
"Long time no see, everyone."
Olba, no, its lord, Iris Seymour. My master looked over together and said in a magnificent tone.
It's the master's word, and I don't care because that's who the bloody witch is.
She's over 200 years older than me in the first place.
An impolite sage like me naturally loses his head.
"Long time no see, Master"
Chloe and Fiona go on when I say so.
Chloe holds the apron dress hem in a puppet-like motion and drips her head gently.
Fiona hugs like she used to when she lived with her master. Although it is in Orba because he is not in person.
That feeling is not conveyed, but I could easily imagine that witch's cheek loose.
The voice was sneering and light.
"Oh, Fiona? You've grown."
"I'm not that tall."
"Really? You're feeding me a proper meal?
The question would be rather unclear (bumpy).
"That's rude. I've never had Fiona inconvenience with her clothes and clothes."
Chloe also defends me.
"As always, I spend my research money like hot water, but it's still better than it used to be. The use of a small salary also starts with Fiona's food. And they wear good clothes, too."
When he heard the words, he stared at Fiona.
Watching Fiona's fashion for a while came to me with this sentiment.
"Um, you bought it at a famous department store in the capital. It's fashionable."
"I let the clerk choose. My fashion sense is fossil."
"That's wise. You're not too impressed with fashion."
"If you live a thousand years, you will. Master is the exception."
Humans, living for a thousand years, it doesn't matter about fashion or anything.
I have no complaints about hemp shirts that can prevent the heat in summer, thick coats that can prevent the cold in winter, or anything with robes.
Or it conferred magic with an emphasis on functionality, no matter how old the design would have been if it had cooling and heating features.
In fact, the clothes I'm wearing now were also fashionable late robes I bought at an old fashion store in the capital.
Meanwhile, my master, Iris Seymour, was different.
Still loud in fashion at the habit of living for 1200 years.
The most exposed garment is a special order (haute couture) made by famous designers in Teito.
After all, even if she lived for 1200 years, women would not be abandoned by what they would wear with women for long.
I get scolded by my master for thinking so.
Or it can be clouded.
"Well, I've only lived seventeen years. If I was seventeen, I'd naturally be restrained by what I wear, wouldn't I?
Makes such a difficult statement to respond to.
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Everyone is silent, including me.
The seventeen-year-old syndrome of the master was considerable, because Fiona, who was slightly able to read the air, is also silent.
Orba, whose master's will is transferring, says "Cohon" who coughs lightly.
Then I return to the conversation deliberately.
"Anyway, it's impressive to hang money on my daughter."
Chloe responding to that.
"You're a research idiot, but you're not obsessed with things."
"Sort of."
"Fiona's clothes take so long for department store clerks to choose, your own shirt will be appropriately bought ready-made products placed in the wagon"
"Surely this guy has always been that kind of guy"
The master also follows.
"I'm just not interested in clothes. Anything else."
It wasn't modesty, it was simply fact.
As a magician, it is often said to the surrounding human being that he is quite adept at collecting materials and collecting experimental instruments, but lacks any other appetite.
Moreover, magic books and experimental apparatus are not that restrained.
I wish I could read the book, so I don't have a preference for collecting the first edition or anything in good condition.
I was fine with eating sandwiches on the book and spilling a cusp of pompous and bread, and I don't care if the experimental appliances are used.
It was my conclusion that books, etc. could serve as long as they were readable and informed, and that there was nothing wrong with them as long as they met the experimental instruments and performance.
Such a philosophical bearer, but the master is right, he spares no money for his daughter.
I always wanted her to wear something good, and this one makes me happier when I look at beautiful clothes again.
Fiona's smile, which she shows me when she buys me new clothes and stuffed animals, brings me more value than what the angels themselves pay for.
And my daughter is beautiful.
This was not a parent's cliché but a fact.
Its golden hair is beautiful as if it was threaded and spun gold, and its appearance is so adorable that you want to keep it painted.
The point was that she would be cuter if she wore cute clothes.
If you're going to explain that in a nutshell, you're going to mean a daughter worth investing in.
Isn't that a little too spoiled? I protested that way to Chloe and Xiao, who send the gaze, but they won't listen to my defense.
They whisper in each other's ears as if they were fighting together.
On purpose, at the volume I can hear.
Chloe was whispering this to her master.
"I'm kind of wearing a snag, but the point is, you're a big idiot, right?"
He nods and affirms with no expression.
"If you're going to describe my foolish disciple in three letters, there's no other appropriate word."
That's how I was whispering it back.
………………
There's nothing wrong with it if I can protest that it's fact-free, but the words they're whispering are true, so I didn't have to excuse them.
It will be fundamental to remain silent in times like this.
And what's the problem if that's the truth?
I knew there was also a parent in the world who was not a pro fool, but there was no such thing as a parent with a daughter as cute as Fiona who was not a pro fool.
- I guess that's the kind of idiot you think.
With that in mind, I reunited with my daughter for the first time in a long time with my master.