When I got home, Chloe was on a journey support earlier.
He's busy moving around and gathering tons of luggage.
"Do you even run away at night?
That's what I asked, but she laughed, no way.
It's just a set of travel gear.
"I feel like I have a lot of luggage for that."
"It is a disgrace to the maid to wear the same clothes every day during her journey"
And, Chloe distracts her chest.
"Isn't it as good as during the journey? It's not like I'm debating to the social world."
I don't care about the outfit, by the way.
I don't care if I wear the same shirt every day, or if my robe is all wrinkled.
Most importantly, Chloe has never been a maid of honor.
Every day, even when I was immersed in research, new underwear was available, and if I didn't take a bath for three days, I would be forced to be naked round and shoved into the bathtub to grab it with a brush.
Says it leads to the disgrace of the maid when her husband is dressed as a little dirty.
That's what I think, Chloe talks as if she saw through my mind.
"I'm not wasting my time thinking about making Sage a fashionable sage."
"That's wise. I'm not interested in clothes right now."
"But Master Fiona is different. She's a girl, so I don't want her to wear the same clothes every day."
"I see, this massive costume belongs to Fiona"
"Yes."
If you look closely, it was Fiona's clothes that Chloe was packing in the costume box.
Beautifully ironed and beautifully folded.
It looks like it's packed in tons of boxes. It's a bit of a clothesman.
"Surely my daughter deserves a change of clothes."
"Right, right? Girls are worth a change of clothes after all."
"Uhm."
And I agree.
"I often watch girls play with dressing dolls in small places, but I know how that feels when I'm a parent. If you stick around and see cute clothes, you buy them. And when there's a girl in cute clothes in the city, she wants to speak up."
Having heard the words, Chloe looks at the suspicious.
"Don't get me wrong. Just ask where you bought it."
"... but I still feel suspicious enough"
"You're right if you ask me."
After that, I promise to stick with you.
"Please do so. I'm just embarrassed to be called in by a civilian officer to take on my identity."
"I don't think a mechanical doll can be an identity underwriter."
Will I call my master in that case?
Imagine, but it sucks.
I didn't want to owe my teacher that way, so I'll refrain from acting like that in the future.
I thought so.
Thinking like that, Chloe asks me as if I weighed in.
"Speaking of masters, I sent a dress to you like Fiona the other day, should I bring that with me too?
"Speaking of which, you sent me something like that."
The Master regularly gives gifts to Fiona.
I have never given my apprentice a gift that seems like a gift, but I give Fiona, my niece, a gift for a reason like every month.
Lean Grad School of Sorcery Admission Celebration, okay.
A year and seven months commemoration since I met Fiona.
A memorial to Fiona making new friends.
Commemoration of Fiona sending seventeen letters.
Today, Fiona's face came to mind.
They send it to me equally often for no longer reason.
I guess the reason is no different from ours either.
Girls' clothes are made far cuter than boys'.
If I find something that suits my daughter again, I know exactly what I'm going to want to buy.
Except I never get my forefinger stretched out on a dress just like this noble lady wears in the social world.
Regardless, if you put it on, you're sure to look absolutely good, but there's no place for you to wear it.
Uniform was enough at the college except for the holidays, and I don't get a chance to call you to a noble party.
Even Chloe, who burns her life to turn her daughter into a dressing doll, bothers to take it, so that's how out of place clothes are for ordinary people.
But, well, they sent me because of it, and it wouldn't be bad to take it.
Sleeve through the master's hall, and you should be able to take as much of the master's mood as you want.
When I put it that way, Chloe gets it, and she calls Fiona.
They're going to re-tailor it lightly to fit the dimensions.
"Master Fiona is growing up. Every day, it grows."
"I see, it's good to grow up fast"
When I said that, Fiona came.
Fiona makes her face shine when she sees the kind of dress that the princess in the picture book wears.
"Wow, cute"
And, brighten your face.
The look also looks like a boy who flipped a toy box.
"Father, can I wear this?
I nod.
"I'm going to see my master now. I got it because of you. If it wasn't for this opportunity, I wouldn't be wearing it."
"Right. I'd like to go to a castle ball wearing such beautiful clothes for once."
The idea was the girl herself.
If Fiona's future husband were aristocratic, he would have such opportunities every month, but unfortunately I rarely have such opportunities as a magician.
It's just not that much fun when I think of the aristocratic nightclubs I've attended in the past.
The men always talk about politics and rights, and the women mumble about social gossip.
That's who the aristocratic nightclub is, but you won't have to bother telling your daughter.
Even if my daughter were to marry me, that was a long way off.
Not to mention I was going to be a stubborn father against my daughter's marriage to the end.