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

I headed to my daughter with a grand harmonia.

Regardless, the harmonia goes hand in hand with the back of the mouth.

"When I came to collect mushrooms for experimentation, I stumbled across them"

What about that place? That was Harmonia's suggestion.

I thought it was just too convenient, Harmonia says.

"Don't take a sweet look at Fiona's innocence. I'll believe anything the teacher says."

That said, the word was right.

Fiona believed me without any doubt.

"Wow. It's such a coincidence."

And I'm jumping a little.

Blessed be the Holy Spirit.

…………

She's my daughter, but she doesn't know I doubt people. I thought so, but at this point, I don't care.

If only I could contact my daughter and talk to Isma, my new friend.

I sent my gaze to Isma.

Isma glances down, twitching.

She's like a girl with a lot of familiarity.

Or it doesn't look like a boy from anywhere. Is it really a boy?

When I thought so, my daughter noticed the gaze and introduced me to Isma.

"That's right. I want to introduce you to your father."

Fiona shakes Isma's hand when she says so.

"This kid is Ismire von Granitz. We've been friends lately."

The name, of course, I knew. I had roughly grasped the origin and background, so I feel like I am now, but I didn't break my daughter's attitude about her father.

"Nice to meet you, I guess. Ismire, my name is Kite. I'm a teacher at this college. I'm in charge of the Hitsugi group."

"... I know. I saw him on campus a few times."

A fine voice. The voice was also the girl herself.

However, you may find it uncomfortable the other way around being a wild voice like a man with this look.

"Besides, the teacher is a celebrity of the college. He saved the college from a fanatic raid the other day."

"I'm not the only one in charge. Besides, it's the teacher's job to protect students. Until I did what I deserved."

I'm not going to take any pride in this.

Until I worked for my salary.

As a teacher, I have a third-rate consciousness. For that matter, if you think you worked as a magician and filled a hole, you can make amends.

Explaining so, Isma smiled for the first time.

"What's so strange?

I ask unintentionally, but Isma answers.

"After all, you're a teacher as rumored, that's what I thought"

"There won't be very good rumors going around"

"My teacher speaks ill of Dr. Kite, but my classmates admire him. Some students were helped in a recent incident. Besides, I always hear laughs from the teacher's class that seem fun. Guys, I mourn that the tweezers were good."

That's why my teacher doesn't like Dr. Kite, I added.

"That makes sense."

Teachers who are popular with students at all times are jealous of their colleagues.

So did I when I was a student.

It didn't hurt or itch to hear about it, so I ignore it.

Because I had more to ask than that.

What does this Ismire boy think of his daughter?

Do you like the opposite sex on the back of your back from what it looks like?

Or is it the owner of normal sexuality?

They have a fiancée, but are you doing well with that fiancée?

When will I marry that fiancée?

There were a bunch of things I wanted to ask, but I aggregated them in a nutshell.

"Isma, what do you think of our daughter?"

That's what I asked, but Isma's returned answer puzzles me.

He was a boy who had only ever given a frightened look, or a bewildered look, but for the first time the boy said with a frantic smile.

"I love it!

and -.

I'm confused for a moment, but soon it turns into a relief look.

Because I realized that smile didn't belong to the boy I'm in love with.

Isma seemed to crave Fiona purely as a friend.

From Isma and Fiona, who smile, I don't feel that it's love or the element of love.

It just seemed like 'same-sex' friends who think of each other.

It doesn't matter how they look or how their temperament is, I can't imagine the two of them swearing love in front of the church.

I felt that way for some reason, and in an instant, I lost my hostility to Isma.

No, rather, I became fond of him.

There is no bad one for a person who likes his daughter.

I ask Isma to shake my hand when I've lost the sense of relaxation I had earlier.

Keep it up, be my daughter's friend, with those feelings.

I guess I'm not supposed to be offered a hand by an adult, a teacher.

Isma gave me a bewildered look at first, but eventually offered me a hand.

Hold that little hand.

Powerful.

Trust comes from a powerful handshake.

That was the conclusion of the sage who lived a thousand years.

Isma's power was weak, but I know she's still giving me all she can.

This is how intimacy sprouted between me and Isma, but I've only ever wondered about one thing.

Is this kid really a boy?

Its puffy hands, fine fingers, white snowy skin color, silky touch, I didn't think he was a very man.

In a way, I was a girl more than Fiona or Harmonia.

Unexpectedly I turned my skirt and wanted to flaunt the female male, but barely thought of it, I became a boy and uttered the same dialogue.

"That's an odd encounter. I love my daughter too. I think I feel like it."

Isma smiled back at me.