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

Lilina von Estonia, her fiancée, throws an engagement party at the Ismire von Granitz mansion in Imperial Capital.

The rumor seemed to run amongst the nobles of the Empire in an instant.

Originally, Ismire and Lilina's marriage was an established one, and that only speeded it up.

The court sparrows of Imperial Capital whispered so at first, but my master spread more rumors like this there.

"At the dawn when the Granitz and Estonians joined forces, this bloodthirsty witch became the guardian of both houses, protecting them forever. It will be no more"

Such rumors were also accompanied.

The one that heard the rumor may have had an ominous hunch.

Even in Imperial capital, a famous master as a troubled child enters both houses.

It must be a sign of decline in both houses.

Something with a bad mouth came up with that feeling, but something that knows the circumstances. The one that planned the Isma assassination, for example, might hold this sentiment.

"Shit, I might lose the gap I'm putting on like this"

and -.

Originally, the assassination of Isma was attributed to the absence of a prominent guardian of Isma.

The Granitz family is a female family with an unusually strong feminine style.

If the daughter of the Estonian family is tied to Isma, the Estonian family will be a powerful guardian, and furthermore if a witch called the Great Sage is held back behind it, it should be harder to take away the Granitz family.

A villain targeting Isma goes into such conjecture, haste, and recklessness.

That was my operation, but it seems to have been a brilliant success.

A messenger comes from the Granitz family.

The envoy informed me that Frederick, the head of the Baron Cornell family, would be attending the engagement party.

And I get this news from the information network my master has.

"Frederick's subordinate magician said he bought 'Theatre Medicine' on the dark market."

That report was heard by the master's faithful deacon.

The name of the theatre drug was a poison called the "pus of Fafnir".

"The pus of Fafnir?

It was the master who flashed his face for a moment when he heard the name.

I make up for it with a grudge.

"He says the first phenomenon of aging is that you won't be able to remember the unique noun. And my maid said,"

"Rude. I'm only seventeen."

was what the master claimed, but it was impossible for the master to forget the name of that drama drug.

My master's specialty is witchcraft and politics.

Dramatic drugs are in the field of alchemy and science.

So I gave a great lecture to my teacher.

"Fafnir's pus is the fluid you can take from the evil dragon. We capture a dragon with two names of what we embrace, and we continue to inflict pain and extract it for three years."

"That's a bad drug."

I agree with that, but I think it's also a bad hobby to insist that you're still 17 when you're 1200 years old.

And when I snapped in my chest, I continued.

"It's a kind of precious secret medicine. If formulated with other secret or psychic medicines, they can be raw materials such as elixirs, but using them alone can work."

"What effect is that?

"A few hours after oral administration, what you drink dies. Have a heart attack."

"Well, that's great for assassinations."

That's what the master said, but I agree with that.

Fafnir's pus is great for assassinations, and it was used more often than not in ancient times.

Therapeutic drugs are therefore designated, and obtaining them requires the authorization of the sorcery society, and their handling requires careful attention.

It used to be in the hall where I lived, but every few years an investigator sent by the Sorcery Society came to make sure it hadn't been lost or flown into the dark market.

It's a drug that doesn't flow easily into the dark market, but being able to get it still meant Baron Cornell seemed to be close to people in the dark world as well.

"This narrows the way Baron Cornell was assassinated."

"You're going to make Isma drink that and pretend to be a natural death"

"Yeah, or they thought they'd raid the party venue more roughly, but they don't seem to worry about it"

"Um, so don't worry, Fiona can join us."

And, says the master.

"Yeah," I nodded.

At first, I was wondering if I would let Fiona join the party.

Because I wondered if I would do my daughter to a venue where assassins would break in.

But I won't let my daughter in, because it's unnatural.

I wanted to avoid a situation where Baron Cornell would make me feel a lot better about that point.

Again, I'm going to ask my daughter to join me here.

For once, my master gives me advice.

"You're on. Fiona's safety and Isma's life will be guaranteed, but tell Fiona for once."

It's the most obvious word, but you're absolutely right, so I decided to explain it to my daughter.

"I'm going to the party too!

When she went to her daughter's room and told her what was going on, she said so at the opening.

I expected that answer, but I didn't think I'd get the kind of answer that cracked bamboo instantly so far.

Ask my daughter.

"Of course, I guarantee Fiona's safety and Isma's, but don't go to the party."

My daughter replies resolutely.

"I know. Your father's going to help Isma, isn't he? Then I want to help Isma too. I need something to help."

And I said nagging.

For once, I tell my daughter everything.

That Isma is being targeted for life by Baron Cornell.

Having a party to bring out the baron.

To alarm the Baron, members attending the party shall be chosen carefully.

I mean, my Isma alumni wanted to attend normally and make it known that this party wasn't a disguise, but my daughter seems to understand that, too.

"If an assassin comes, I will protect Isma desperately."

And my daughter tied.

The look was as serious and reliable as it could be.

I can't ignore the mind that thinks of my daughter's friends like that.

When I told her that I could join the party, my daughter was happy to raise her hands.

Then all of a sudden, I start taking my clothes off.

He's going to wear a dress presented to his master for everything.

It's a quick story to say that the party is in three days.

That's what I thought when I saw my daughter in underwear, but I notice one girl staring at us as parents and children.

Harmonia.

Apparently, she wants to join the party, too.

The reason is the same as Fiona's, and she doesn't want to sit back and watch her friend's crisis.

There just seems to be a reason why you don't want to participate as actively as Fiona does.

I don't have a dress for the party.

And she confesses.

Harmonia's home is relatively wealthy, but it's also not the kind of family you'd be invited to an aristocratic night club.

Therefore, they don't have the clothes for that hand.

But she says as she makes a fist grip.

"But it's okay. Because I have this."

and remove student clothes from the bag.

"Grandpa said. Student clothing is a versatile garment. If you're a student, you can do it all at the coronation."

True, but it would be pathetic to say just Harmonia is the only student garment.

That's what I thought. I called Chloe and instructed her to get a dress for Harmonia, too.

Harmonia said no at first, but in the end, he took my favor.

Chloe re-tailoring the dress the master sent me to her daughter.

It was a sudden task, but Chloe, who likes the work of this hand, shines her eyes.

I was delighted to measure the dimensions, but Chloe said this when I was done measuring them all.

"You're in pretty much the same shape as Master Fiona. Though I need a little hem lift. And the chest is overwhelmingly more harmonic-like, so we need to rework that part."

When I say that, I just start taking off my harmonian clothes, putting on my dress, and making them make temporary stitches.

I was watching that, but along the way, I noticed that Harmonia was turning a bright red face.

Did you catch a cold? I thought so, but it doesn't look like it.

Apparently, Harmonia is ashamed to be seen in her underwear.

I didn't think of that because I was blunt.

Fiona is fine in front of me and exposes herself to underwear.

So even if a girl of the same age got half-naked, she didn't get any emotions.

If you keep witnessing this sight around your master, you must be told:

"You lolicon sage."

and -.

That was practically rootless unwillingness, and besides, I'm not going to humiliate harmonia any more.

She's fourteen.

Around the age when it is not strange to be described as a lady in the world.

As a wise man to recognize himself as a gentleman, I had no further reason to be here.

I leave the place in silence.

On the road, I took a street in front of Isma's room, but there I ran into my master.

I could see what she was doing, so I grabbed her collar and pulled her away from Isma's room.

"Do what, you rude bastard"

"Stop peeking at Isma's change of clothes"

When I said that, the bloody witch looked strange.

"How did you know I was peeking into Isma's change of clothes?

"If your master thinks about it, you'll know it's in your hands."

When I said that, I pointed to Fiona's room and said:

"Fiona's trying on her dress over there. It was given to me by my master. Make sure the dress you gave Fiona suits you better than making sure Isma's female male."

The witch who heard the word, for a moment, brightened her face, but immediately returned her expression.

Hmm, I'm on tour.

I wonder what I'm lost in.

I thought so, but the reason was simple.

"Fiona is determined to look good in any dress. However, there are limited opportunities to confirm Isma's female male. Then shouldn't we give priority to the latter?

I was talking to myself like that. Bumps and.

Reasonably true, but cumbersome, so I said this as I pressed her back.

"Now if you go to Fiona, she'll hug you with the best grin in the world. 'Thank you, Auntie, for a wonderful gift!'"

I guess that word has subsided.

The master went to Fiona's room as he was told.

I leaked my exhale, staring at the curse.