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

This is how I took on the request of the Archmage Conrad's apprentice.

The request was to make Conrad and those around him recognize Al as the best disciples.

Then she will succeed Conrad, inherit his legacy, and be rewarded with an eye-catching book of magic, The Book of the dwarf in the flask, among the collection of books.

When I told that story to my master and Chloe, a faithful maid, I was struck.

The master,

"Weren't you seriously going back to Lengrad to be a teacher?

and -.

From Chloe,

"The reward will moisturize your household, but you won't even get a neck."

I said.

Both were true, but only my daughter took my side.

"Mr. Al is in trouble, isn't he? Then I need to help you."

and was burning a sense of root justice.

Chloe discusses it when she sees it.

"At that rate, Master Fiona seems willing to help."

"Well, I'm also anxious to return only my daughter to the capital. I'll have you stay."

Chloe sighs.

"You've got all the parents and kids and skipping habits."

and represents the father and daughter.

Fiona smiles.

"I am your father's daughter. It's natural to resemble it."

And, uh, defies my chest.

"I'm worried about the future now. Don't be such a sage."

And, Chloe leaked, but she'll agree in the end. That's why Chloe is my maid, and ultimately the Lord willing.

That was the same for my master.

No, on the other hand, inside, you could be giggling.

I don't make it into expression or words because I'm quite a tenacious witch, but now I can just put in a little bit more with my daughter, maybe that's what you think.

Besides, they seem to cooperate.

"Conrad took care of me. Decide on the strongest apprentice for it. Isn't that nice or funny?"

And he told me.

I was thankful, but I just prayed that you wouldn't do anything extra and snag me around.

This is how I'm supposed to work with Al, but the problem is Harmonia and Isma.

Harmonia, naturally,

"Me and my teacher are one and the same. Immediately."

and refused to leave me.

Isma was also unexpectedly,

"If Fiona and Harmonia stay, so will I."

And I've insisted.

I just can't treat them in line with Fiona.

Fiona is my daughter, but they were children of other houses and also students of their own.

I mean, it's tempting to skip school on personal matters, or no matter how much teachers should be allowed to do.

That's what I thought. I advised both of you to go back to college.

No, an order.

For once, I'm a teacher, so sometimes I can't show it if I show majesty.

Still, Harmonia plotted to stay here.

"There's a sickness..."

and pretend to be suddenly ill.

Sick and unlikely to withstand a long journey to the capital, he claimed.

"Then shall I examine you? I'm good at therapeutic magic, and I'm a great sage in this hall. And I can introduce you to some of the best doctors in Teito."

…………

Look, the pseudo doesn't work. No, I complain to emotion.

"Please. I want to be at the doctor's side. I want to serve as my wife."

And I have sworn in a prayerful pose.

I have tears. No, I'm actually half crying.

It was pathetic because I was really crying, not acting, but I still wished her back.

She's not my wife in the first place. I am just a student.

As it stood, it was not in relation to the number of days of attendance, but the fear of being released from school on charges of prostitution.

I want to avoid that pitiful situation.

When I threw the harmonia into the escorted carriage prepared by Isma's butler, I forcibly returned it as it was.

She looked at this one through the carriage window resentfully until the end.

My daughter, who was watching that, says a word.

"Are you sure? Father."

My daughter seems sympathetic to the crying harmonia.

"That's okay."

And I'm out of words.

"Keep it up, Harmonia's gonna be Fiona's mother, is Fiona okay with that?

When I said that, my daughter seemed a little convinced too.

"It may be a little early to call Harmonia your mother indeed..."

With that said, my daughter waved heavily.

"Harmonier, I didn't wait at the academy first!

My daughter was waving that hand wide until the carriage was smaller.

When I can't see the carriage, my daughter spins around and looks at this one.

"Your father doesn't seem to want to marry Harmonia, but why?

And I've been asking.

"Well, if you get your hands on a girl the same age as your daughter, it's a crime"

"But Harmonia will be fifteen years old next year, and she'll be an adult."

"I'm 1026 years old, can you get your hands on a girl as young as 1011?"

"Your father likes to be older."

"That's not what I'm saying. When you're older, you inevitably have a narrow choice of my master or something."

I just felt like daughter-in-law my master.

Wife that ruinous witch, she won't be bored, but she will surely have a reduced life expectancy nonetheless. You should be in constant distress.

But I think.

When I was a kid, I said, "Be my wife!" My daughter hugged me, but she hasn't made that statement lately.

Regardless, I wasn't willing to take my daughter as my daughter-in-law, but I still didn't miss her.

Even if you don't hug me or say it, your future dream is your father's daughter-in-law, and I want you to write on composition paper, is that a luxurious concern?

That's what I thought. I'm afraid to ask.

"Fiona. What's Fiona's future dream, by the way?

and -.

My daughter answers instantly with a flowery smile.

"I'm your wife."

Relax and lower your chest.

It was good with future dreams that little girls yearn for as much as they do.

Your daughter-in-law is the profession that girls admire, lining up with confectioners and florists.

I'm still glad I'm a kid, but now, whose daughter-in-law does Fiona want to be?

That was the interesting part.

Ask subtly.

Ask directly.

"By the way, whose daughter-in-law do you want to be?

When I say that, Fiona adds her index finger to her jaw and starts thinking.

Think, does that mean there are multiple candidates?

That's what I think, my daughter,

"Don't tell."

And I smiled.

I wonder if you pitied me for being a difficult face, then, and tip me.

When my daughter took her place beside me like a wind spirit (silf), she put her arms together with or without me.

And a happy cup of smile on my face.

"Here's the tip, Father"

…………

Will this still be my daughter-in-law, is that okay?

Or is it suggesting a future of fathers and daughters walking on Virgin Road?

I didn't know which, but anyway, I had a silent taste of my daughter's temperature for a while.