My daughter arrives at the college.
Naturally, I arrive at the same time.
Where will my daughter go?
The premises of Leanglard College are vast.
Built outside the capital, but its size might be called a little city.
Some of the colleges have school buildings, staff buildings, and experimental buildings.
There are also horse farms and dragon houses, and some offer equestrian and dragon training.
It's a magic school, but some do martial arts training.
Besides, a magician doesn't just hold a cane and do research.
Some of them hold swords and drive horses.
Those people are called magic swordsmen and so on.
Grant magic to your sword and cleave your enemies with it.
Or if you want to be a military magician, you will be treasured, and many ambitious students will be able to emerge sooner.
And so on and through the stables, looking at the students taking care of the horses, Fiona slips through them as she does next to them.
Apparently, the meeting place is not a stable.
Will the 'forest' behind it be my daughter's destination?
Artificial lakes and forests are also available for the College to gather experiments and spirits.
Artificial lakes include:
"Swan Lake"
In the woods,
"Sigi Forest"
In the dunes,
"Stoke Dunes"
It should have been called something like that, but I've never been there.
Because I couldn't find any particular reason for it, but I didn't think it would come in this way.
Into the woods, unexpectedly, I marvel at the gloom of depression and trees.
"If it's as authentic as this, there 'll be plenty of Forest Spirit Dryads too"
Such thoughts leaked naturally.
Unfortunately, I can't feel that spiritual power on my skin because I'm not good at spiritual magic, but the Sigi Forest still created an atmosphere so fantastic that the elves were likely to show up.
Without distracting me from my daughter, I observed the woods, but that was only a few moments too.
A few minutes after entering the woods, there is a slightly open place, a stump of wood, and a picture of the sun shooting brings my daughter's legs together.
That is the meeting place, I suspected, because soon came a familiar figure.
Harmonia, a girl with flax, wavy hair, came.
The other day, when I helped out a fanatic named the Blood Alliance Division, I said, "I want to be Fiona's mother!" I mean, she wants to be my wife, and she's a troubled girl who comes like a day in a row.
An annoying girl, but I was relieved to see her.
At least because I found out my daughter was not going to meet and pull with her "boyfriend".
As I accidentally lowered my chest, further changes came.
A new person has appeared.
I sharpened my general senses. Pay particular attention to vision.
I wanted to burn the vermin that approached my daughter in these eyes.
I only saw this sage kite, the boy who might be the strongest and greatest enemy of a thousand years of his life.
White-sided princess, or a Yan-type boy, or a moderate boy who likes to read.
I don't know what type it is, but it gets closer to our daughter, so it would be the one with the equivalent, thick nerves.
My daughter, Love, knows everything on campus.
I always fly cancer to pathogens that approach my daughter.
He's a boy who can't get out of it because he sews that gap and becomes friends with his daughter.
I watched the person who came along with that thought.
I just feel uncomfortable right away.
"Oh...?
I leaked it so unexpectedly because it was the girl who came.
Is it as good as Fiona and Harmonia in the years? I don't know because I'm wearing personal clothes, but it's probably the same grade.
Physical stature and atmosphere allowed me to guess that.
"It was a story about a boy coming..."
I will carefully observe my daughter, who has been so considerate.
My hair is about the length of my jaw. Beautifully organized.
It would be better to have a neat face and classify it as a beauty. Regardless, my daughter is cuter.
I noticed something compared to my daughter that way.
"Speaking of which, he's seen it somewhere before."
Or I've seen it many times in college.
She was a girl who used to talk to Fiona when she had lunch, or when she was on holiday.
I remember her because she was a pretty girl who looked pretty and looked good on Fiona again.
"... and then Ismire boy of the example isn't coming today"
It was a shoulder blush in a way, but if it doesn't come, that's fine.
It would be a little further for my daughter to hang out with her boyfriend.
Leaks a soothing exhale, but that exhale never lasted.
Because Fiona uttered a word that she could not think of.
By the way, I could hear the girls talking round a few dozen meters away because they were magically enhancing their hearing.
The words spoken by my daughter were more important than that, although I might be surprised if I saw them around Chloe and my master.
My daughter moved those adorable lips clearly.
"Good morning, Ismire!
And my daughter greeted her well, as usual.
I marvel at my daughter's words and keep an eye on the area.
Regardless, there are only two girls around my daughter.
For once, I searched the surroundings with the magic of Detection, but there are no other figures.
I let them sense all the life forms with a radius of dozens of meters, but there were only a few birds and hundreds of bugs.
More magic, I tried to search, but that would be futile.
I didn't think there was anyone around here but my daughter Fiona, and Harmonia and Ismire.
I notice.
Now the girl in front of her daughter is Ismire herself, the girl who is happily talking to her daughter.
And I remember it again.
Imperial nobility, the Granitz family style.
"No men in the head of the Granitz family"
I remembered I had that kind of homework.
The Marquis Granitz family was a matrilineal nobleman whose "woman" has been the head of the family for generations.
The First Contemporary is Marianne von Granitz, one of the meritorious ministers at the time of the founding of the Neue Miladin Empire and named as a female masterpiece.
Her legacy made it customary for the head of the Granitz family, for generations, for a woman to serve.
If the direct descendants had women, the women would have inherited the housekeeper as a matter of priority.
If there are only boys, take the daughters of the clan as wives and expect the daughters to be able to.
Furthermore, the boy must dress as a woman until he is an adult.
I remembered that there was such a custom.
"I mean, is that the boy dressed as a girl,"
I'll take another look from the toe to the top of my head.
I just look like a girl from anywhere, but anyway, I'm relieved.
If the Granitz family custom had not changed yet, her daughter would not be chosen as Ismire's wife.
Besides, I don't even think such a weak kid would get his hands on my daughter.
No, is weakness rude?
It's so soft, I can't think of a grown child proposing to his daughter.
Or is that kid, really a boy?
I wanted to turn my skirt, but I'm not going to do that.
It was a matter of using the magic of the wind and no creation, but with such aspirations in my mouth, I would be treated pervertly around my maid.
That's all I wanted to avoid.