Rapidly, Fiona disguised herself as Isma's fiancée.
At first she was the daughter chosen for the reason that she was slightly resembling Lilina but resembling a shadow, but she put together the dress Lilina was going to wear, and if she loosened the makeup of her aristocratic daughter-inspired. Oh wonder, she became such a harbinger that she could not tell from Lilina's concession.
Its completeness is enough to surprise Isma, her fiancée.
"I thought it was similar from when we met, but I didn't think it was this much"
And praised the beauty of my daughter.
Are they that similar? was Chloe's word,
I answer, not Isma.
"It's more than a portrait. Compare them side by side."
And I said, I nodded to Fiona to line up next to the portrait.
Fiona honestly follows the instructions.
A daughter in line next to a portrait that was painted by a well-known Lizardman painter.
Comparing Fiona and Lilina side by side, Chloe finally admitted they looked just like each other.
"You won't be able to tell, other than your next of kin or friends."
And he pushed my heartbeat.
I'll take care of it.
"Yeah, but you're still cuter my daughter when you line up. Naturally."
And when I say, Chloe leaks a sigh.
Looks like you're stunned by my best fool.
I ignore it because it was just now and I don't have any trouble getting stunned.
Once I checked my daughter's cuteness, I decided to tell Fiona and Harmonia and Isma what to do.
He's off college, up to the Empire, disguising his daughter to end a villain named Baron Cornell.
The cooperation of the girls in front of them was essential for this.
The girls will spare no help if they are to save their friends.
He had that look on his face.
My daughter would be happy to have such a friend.
I looked into the girls' determined eyes and was glad to have my daughter enrolled in college, I thought so.
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Fiona, daughter of a thousand years sage, had a nervous face.
When you wonder if your actions have a future hanging on your friend's life, you're going to be crushed by that pressure.
Still, however, Fiona followed Kite's instructions and headed to the party venue in a way that was accompanied by Isma.
The venue was filled with people.
Men and women come together in a variety of ways. There were humans, there were elves, there were dwarves. Both men and women.
Human beings are more likely because the organizers of this nightclub are aristocrats of the Empire, Kite said.
I had the opportunity to touch a lot of people in the college, but I rarely had the opportunity to deal with adults.
I've never been surrounded by so many adults as much as I talk to a college teacher.
Not to mention that most of those adults were also lifeless against children like Fiona.
Everyone says with their mouths shut.
"This is your beautiful young lady. He has the right expression to succeed the Granitz family, the famous family of the Empire."
"Poor girl. I'm sorry about your fiancée, but can you dance with my son later?"
"A beautiful boy named Isma, and a beautiful girl named Lilina, a couple of beautiful men and women. The child you're born with must be beautiful. If a girl is born, she may come back to you, General Marianne."
Everyone compliments me uniformly.
I get confused when I get praised for this by an adult I don't know, but Isma beside me was calm.
Isma says in a whisper.
"You can't trust an adult in the social world. They're not looking at us, they're looking at the Granitz family. And the authority and power that accompanies it. So don't worry about what you don't have in mind."
And I said, shading my expression.
I see, I was convinced, but at the same time I thought:
I was wondering if a boy named Isma had always been alone in a world like this.
Isma said she lost her mother at an early age.
Since then, Lilina's father, Isma's uncle, has taken care of Isma on her father's behalf, but she still doesn't even get her uncle's asylum in a place like this.
Isma may have been fighting the adults with only one, eating up his teeth.
Thinking so made Isma kind of pathetic.
At first I even thought I was envious that I could live like an aristocrat, but that feeling went somewhere far.
With a look of sympathy on his face, did Isma notice that?
Or maybe they spotted Fiona fainting.
Isma once made a bright look, he said:
"I don't trust the grownups, but I agree with what they're saying. I think Fiona is so cute."
Isma, who says it with a face that has no reason or intention.
Fiona answers his compliments too.
"Thank you, Isma. Isma's so cute, too."
The Ismire von Granitz boy also put together a nice dress and dressed like a princess who appeared in a fairy tale.
It may look better in a way than Fiona, who is confused by her unfamiliar dress.
When Fiona honestly came up with that sentiment, Isma haunted.
"Thank you. But one day, I want to be a good adult with a sword and a shield, not a dress"
"Isma doesn't like being made to dress as a girl?
"I've been made to be since I was a child..."
Isma went on like this when she took care of it.
"But with dresses and cakes, you can't protect the people you love, can you? And my dear friend Fiona. And my fiancée Lilina."
Isma takes a breath there.
"I can't inherit the Granitz family, but I still want to protect this house your mother left me. That's why I told my uncle I couldn't do it and he put me in the sorcery school. I can't wield a sword and a shield against a weak me, but instead, I might be able to cast magic on a sword and a shield. Maybe that way we can protect our loved ones."
"That's why you enrolled in Lengrad."
"Yeah, I'll be a fine magician like Dr. Kite in the future. That way, I'm sure I can protect the people I love."
Isma said so, squeezing her own hand tightly.
Fiona looks like it, too, and holds her hand.
I wanted him to share my courage with me.
Fiona also wanted to be a magician like her father.
Not for myself, but for a magician who can hang in there for someone.
to a magician who can risk his life for a human being other than himself.
to a magician who can do his best for someone's happiness.
I just thought I still needed time to be a magician like my father.
Fiona still has no magic or skill to cast magic unchanging like her father.
He has the brains of a father, and he doesn't have the wisdom to help his friends out of the bad guys.
And maybe I don't have the courage to face strong enemies like my father.
No, there is, but maybe, not even about half the father. I was aware of it myself.
Fiona scolds her trembling feet.
(If you only have half the courage of an old man, you can give it all out.)
And brave yourself.
I have Isma, my friend, on this occasion.
He stands here without courage.
Also in this venue is my best friend Harmonia.
If an enemy appeared in this venue and fell into chaos, she would help us without escaping.
With all the courage of the three of us, we'll manage to be alone, even if we don't get to be fathers.
Thinking that way, something happened that would test that courage.
And came the enemies of Isma, that is, of Fiona.
I could tell right away from a distance.
Baron Frederick von Cornell, a virtuous aristocrat who targets Isma's life, stood out in both good and bad ways.
When I was in my thirties, I looked like a prince, with a deep carved face.
I don't get any bad impressions if I just look at her appearance, but Fiona immediately understood.
(This guy is a bad guy)
- and.
I can't put it into words, but when I look at it, it's in my chest.
Don't forgive this man, his own heart advises you so.
To those two, Baron Cornell has spoken in a very natural manner and tone.
"This is the host and wife of the future Marquis Granitz family. You're as beautiful as ever, and you're as friendly as ever."
Words had no thorns whatsoever. Even on the expression. But when I hear his words, my heart goes out.
That's the same with Isma, revealing her vigilance and stifling her expression.
However, he was desperately hiding it so that it would not be felt by the other person as much as possible.
The same applies to Fiona.
From now on, the Fionas will have to face this Baron Cornell.
Of course, I don't cross swords or use magic.
It's just that we still have to hit a play on a decades-old away adult, bruise him, and let the world know that he's the bad guy for the life of the head of the Marquis Granitz family.
Fiona squeezes Isma's hand all the time as she solidifies her readiness.
That was the signal.
Isma and Fiona said this with a smile on their unwanted guests.
"Baron Cornell, thank you for your hard work today at our engagement announcement party"
It was a word not in my heart, and I had no gratitude whatsoever.
The word began a battle without swords or magic.
It was scary but not scary.
Because this operation was conceived by the best sage to be Fiona's beloved father.
I thought there could be no such thing as failure.