Fiona's morning is early.
Girl, it takes a lot of time.
I'm fine with sleeping habits, but Fiona is a girl. I can't and won't let you imitate such impeccably.
I always wake up early and get Chloe to do something with my hair.
Twintail yesterday, side up today, rarely Signon, and Chloe, when she finishes preparing her breakfast, get ready for Fiona.
It was routine for me to make coffee or tea while I watched it.
It is just a time of bliss.
However, today I observe my daughter with more caution than usual.
I feel like I care more about fashion than usual because it's only my heart.
It's a holiday.
Are you willing to go somewhere?
In order to go out of school, I need to give permission to go out to the college.
Yesterday, I checked the paperwork with my eyes like a plate, but I didn't have permission for my daughter to go out.
I don't think I'm planning on going away or going out of town.
Then will I go to Harmonia, my friend?
I have permission to leave the college, but I don't need permission to get inside the college.
If you look at the crest my daughter owns at the school gate, the guards will pass it through quickly.
My daughter's adorability, her angelic appearance, should have been well remembered by the guards.
With that in mind, my daughter finished herself.
He wears private clothes, not college-designated uniforms.
Looks like we're still going out somewhere.
Regardless, my daughter is raising herself to be a good child. I never go out without telling my parents where I'm going.
He doesn't have to ask, he tells me where to go.
"We're playing on the college grounds today."
was the word of my daughter.
Without having to do the magic of Reading Mind, it would be true.
Fiona is not the kind of kid who lies to her parents.
However, the question is who to say.
I asked subtly about it.
"The three of us are going."
is Fiona's answer, but one of them, naturally, would be Harmonia.
Since the other day, no, before that, the two were best friends, spending most of their holidays together.
The problem is the other one.
Be a girl, yes. I hear a third companion from my daughter as she prays to God.
But the name I got from my daughter's little lips was enough to discourage me.
"I'm your new friend. His name is Ismail von Granitz."
…………
It is a boy's name, no matter where you hear it from. Hopefully, I only wanted Natalie, Marina, Lena to hang out with a kid with a name that could only be interpreted as a girl.
When I think of it like that, I realize something.
"Is that it? Speaking of which, you've heard that name before, right?
Blink, and twinkle.
Total mobilization of memories left in the brain.
Speaking of which, I feel like there was a student with that name in the next class.
It was basically me who had a reputation for not remembering people's names, but I remembered that name for some reason.
Probably because the last name had the fone letters on it.
Von is the honorable name given between the name and surname of an aristocrat, representing that the origin is aristocrat.
The Earls, whom I helped before, also had the title of Von.
There is an insanity that magicians cannot be nobles in this world, and the title of von must be returned when he becomes a magician.
Conversely, you're allowed to name Von's title until you become a full mage.
What is more, it was not uncommon for a three-boy four-boy unlikely to inherit the title of nobility to aspire to the magician's path because he would emerge in court to gain food support.
In fact, I had a few of those kids in my class, too.
Among other things, I remembered the name of Ismire von Granitz because the Granitz family is a prestigious nobleman of the Neue Miladin Empire.
But I remember the title was Marquis, a prestigious clan that was also unlimited close to the Duke, a clan proud of its power in the Empire.
Even I noticed that I was oblivious to public opinion, so I wondered if there was such a thing as fame in fame, the son of a nobleman in nobility?
That's how I find myself meeting Ismail von Granitz's name.
"Hmm? I remember your name, but I don't remember your face."
- and.
It was a strange story, naturally, because I'm so uninterested in not being interested, that I still can't even think of such a grand aristocratic bonbong face.
If you look at Chloe properly,
"Aging starts where you can't match your name to your face."
He has a targeted face.
Rude, I tried to say, but it's half true, so I just have to shut up.
Besides, I have to get dressed from now on.
No, a disguise.
After this, we have to put on the back of our daughter who's going out to observe a kid named Ismire who's new to us.
If a boy named Ismire is not the preferred person for Fiona, he needs to be treated.
Unwillingly, this is also the father's job.
When Fiona leaves the house at the scheduled time, Chloe stares at this one.
"It's called stalking in a nutshell."
And, I leak a sigh, but I deny that from the bottom of my heart.
"This is an educational tail."
And when I switched words, I made Chloe prepare a robe of a different color than usual.
It is the type of robe that has a hood.
Regardless, that alone will not deceive my daughter's eyes, so do the magic of Change and make her face different.
Now it's perfect, but Chloe only pays attention to one thing.
"If you're as smart as you are, you can deceive whatever shape you want, but you can't just hide your daughter's favorite aura. Please don't get distracted from it."
"I got it."
And I said, Chloe,
"Really?
I've been peeking into this face with my eyes that
"... well, good luck with that"
It was just me now.