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

Things went wrong with this boy, and I thought I'd go home, but it wasn't convenient.

My daughter and her best friend held me back.

Fiona said,

"Your father and I are destined to stay together."

And, hold hands,

Harmonia,

"That's what Dr. Kite and I are destined to do."

And I pulled my arm.

A flower in both hands is this, but there is an even prettier girl in front of you.

No, a beautiful boy.

The boy in women's clothes, the Ismire boy, was looking at this one with a fun look.

When I met him, his eyes were full of vivacity, like a lie.

What is so much fun?

I'm curious, so I'll ask.

Ismire answered me honestly.

"It doesn't mean anything particularly deeply, because I was kind of who I was asking"

When the three of us get together on everything, they say they talk about me all the time.

According to Fiona, I'm the best father, the sweetest father in the world.

It was a thankful word, though it was also a good one.

Harmonia, on the other hand, always seems to be a compliment.

Harmonia, usually vocabulary rich and intelligent, against me, too.

Cool,

Nice,

I want to marry you,

He just said, "What the hell, what kind of person are you and Dr. Kite?" He seemed interested.

"They were both overrated specimens, weren't they?

That's what I said, Isma shook her head to the side.

"That's not true. I actually met my teacher and realized that Fiona and Harmonia were right."

"I hope so"

"Fiona and Harmonia said. The teacher always says he sees things from a fair perspective. So he talks to weird kids like me normally."

"Weird kid?

"Isn't it weird that I am?

"No, especially"

"But sometimes in my class, I get bullied for being feminine"

"Men and women, both?

"Yes, boys make fun of me, and girls bully me"

Sleepy Isma.

"Isn't that because you're cute?

"Am I cute?

Isma makes a good face.

Apparently, you don't realize that you don't feel it.

"A boy wants to bully a pretty girl, and a girl is jealous of a pretty girl."

"But it's me, isn't it?

"But she's a beautiful girl, no matter where she comes from."

Regardless, our daughter is cuter, but still enough, she was noticeable enough to name a beautiful girl.

Besides, the hair is also unraveled, enough for even noble ladies here to work.

I praised him for saying that, but Isma doesn't look so impressed.

"I'm not happy to be complimented on my appearance"

"Why not?

"I can't be a girl no matter how much I look like a girl..."

"I see."

Was there such a complex from the beginning that you didn't look floating? I thought so.

Well, despite the circumstances of your house, it would still not be normal for you to be made to dress as a woman and attend college. It's still good because it suits you, but if Isma was a muscular boy, I wouldn't even be able to see him.

Isma says as if to expose her mood.

"My house is a prestigious nobleman of this country. I don't like boys being born under special circumstances."

"I know that. When it comes to the Granitz family, it's a famous place for a woman general."

Wouldn't the majority of the female jewels, female generals, in the history of the Empire be the head of the Granitz family or their clan? I don't know because I didn't get the exact stats, but I'm sure they're not wrong as an approximate guide.

If you were born into such a feminine clan as a man, you would have had a narrow shoulder from childhood.

Back in the day, it was a story I heard in the wind, but it was also a clan that had no trouble with the anecdotes of its hands, such as the separation of a genuine wife who couldn't have a girl, or the fact that she had a wife who tried to cut off the genitals of a born child.

I try to listen to the flair of that hand half the time, but when I see a boy in this way who is actually made to dress as a woman and passed through the School of Magic, I can easily imagine that the home style is as the world's reputation goes.

Isma twinkles as if to expose the mood.

"... I want to be born a girl the next time I'm born again"

"Why not? Because if you're reborn into a girl, your family will take care of you?

"There's that, too, but you won't have to 'dress' anymore if you're reborn into a girl"

"If you're a girl, wearing a skirt won't send you a strange gaze."

Indeed, it makes sense.

You're a pretty good boy, I thought so, but praising him there won't clear his mind either.

Can't you help him?

Yes, I twisted my neck, but it didn't come up with a good idea for a wise man who lived a thousand years.

So what about the witch who lived 1,200 years?

That's what I think. I think of the face of a bloody witch.

"Would a master solve Isma's problems..."

I leaked it, but it might be a tip-off or something.

That came to mind. I looked around.

We checked to see if there were any clumps in the trees.

My daughter asks, wondering what it looks like.

"What's the matter, Father, give me a break"

"No, because when it comes to this kind of development, there's always that"

"You mean Orba?

"Yes, I am."

But no matter how much I looked over, I didn't.

A little discouraged.

"Damn, you're the only one who can come when it's convenient over there, that guy"

That's right, I leaked my sigh, but that sigh quickly subsides.

Because I noticed something strange.

"The wind is gathering?

And it was my daughter who snapped.

The pleasant wind that was blowing earlier was interrupting.

I couldn't feel the breath of the Spirit at all.

No, it also seemed that the power of certain spirits was increasing.

The spirits in the trees, the power of the Dryad, was felt to be increasing unusually.

The trees were revitalized and the whole forest was bogged down.

Fiona leans against my side, feeling the disturbing air.

When I embraced my daughter's shoulder, I became more alert.

He then nodded to Harmonia and Isma to come here as well.

Harmonia perceives and follows my serious expression.

Isma seems to trust me, too. Shut up and get closer to this one.

I just wanted to thank the two of you for being honest, but I blurted in my heart, and I snapped.

(Well, looks like we're in trouble again, but I wonder who's in related trouble)

View Fiona. My daughter is a homunculus.

Its existence is a top secret, and if its identity is revealed, the Empire and the Episcopal Church will change the color of their eyes and aim for it.

However, so far, only me and Chloe, and my master, those three men, knew that information.

None of the people will break their mouth easily, and the identity will not be exposed.

Then the other two, though.

View Harmonia. She is what draws the blood of the Demons.

Recently, he was attacked by an extremist called the Blood Alliance Division.

Make her a subject of study as a descendant of the Demon Nation, or a sacrifice of the Resurrection of the Demon King? I'm not sure, but there's as much use for the demonic blood muscles as there is.

The other day was handled internally, and the secret of Harmonia's birth should not have been broken, but it did once. It was possible to split twice or three times.

Or, and, look at Isma.

Ismire von Granitz.

Imperial aristocracy. It is also the son of a prestigious aristocrat listed in the Marquis.

They say the Granitz boys don't have the right to inherit the title, but they still can't measure their value as instruments of politics, or as hostages.

Enough, they could be targeted.

"... well, I don't care which one you're after at this time"

And, crush.

It didn't matter at this time, such as the people who twitched wisely in the back.

I laughed at the shallowness of the killer.

"Either way, the place and time are too bad"

I don't know who the mastermind is, but it was too stupid, like where my daughter is, and happening right next to me.

The mastermind will mourn its stupidity.

To conclude so, I let my whole body see magic.