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

My master will guide me to the reception room.

Beautiful reception room, as always.

She employs many servants.

He also wants to be beautiful and has a character that doesn't miss a single dust, so the servants are always cleaning.

The conditioning items placed in the room are also refined.

The pot was a rarity called "Blue Magnetic" purchased from the Far East, and the paintings were now unified with those of up-and-coming painters popular in Imperial Capital.

They're patrons of that painter for everything.

It may be said that not only magic, but also the arts are characteristic of our master.

Confirming the same multitaste, I put my mouth on the tea that my wife had brought.

The scent of tea leaves tickles the nasal cavity.

I often wanted to keep it in the aftertaste, but I didn't come to this mansion for tea.

I came to enlist the help of my teacher.

I opened my mouth to cut it out quickly, but my master opened his mouth before that.

"I know. You are Fiona's daughter. No, a boy. You must have come all the way here to help that thing."

"That's the master"

And you wouldn't have to lie to me.

He should have been spotted at the time he brought Isma in.

"I'm also guessing that my master is trying to do me another favor. Therefore, is it not a replacement condition? I solve every master's problem. The master listens to every request I make. Give-and-Take,"

"Give-and-take,"

The master begins to think with his hands on his skinny jaw.

Something bad, no, I thought you were up to it, but apparently not.

She utters unexpected words.

"Fine. If you listen to every favor I make, I'll listen to every favor you make."

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"What's up? What are you surprised about?"

The master has inquired with a strange look.

I answer honestly.

"No, that's surprising, I thought. I didn't think we'd have a deal this light."

My mentor, Iris Seymour, is sweet to my niece, but tough person when it comes to anything else.

That's the same for disciples, not the kind of person who easily accepts every favor.

I wondered why such a witch would make such a concession, but she told me from herself.

"There is no complicated reason. Because I thought my troubles were linked to every request you made. Things then, or with your help, will solve nature and my problems, too, I thought. The point is, two birds with one stone."

"I mean, the chimera-unleashed sorcerer who attacked me earlier, and the sorcerer who attacked Isma the other day, is the same person?

"Well, I don't know that far, but the nobleman who thinks that the boy named Isma should be gone and the nobleman I'm in conflict with now are the same," he said.

"You have a common enemy, even if you don't measure it."

When I said that, I wanted a second cup of tea.

Because I thought it was going to be a long story.

The master has recommended brandy for the second cup.

It will be a long story, and I want booze because my chest is going to be sick.

I don't really like alcohol, so I decided to get some brandy for tea.

"Okay. Let's get some tea drained with brandy."

And the witch laughs wildly.

Isn't that just brandy then, I thought so, but I gave up resisting and had water and ice ready.

Alcohol is not enough to drink a high volume of alcohol while still raw.

There are few areas where you can beat the witch in front of you, but you won't be able to win if you live for thousands more years when it comes to booze.

Not so long ago, she is an alcoholic.

You should at least ask what's going on.

With that in mind, I soaked ice and water in the glass the maid brought.

At her discretion, she glazed her brandy.

It was an attitude that did not seem like the lord of a lavish and disgraceful room, but it was like a master.