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

A secret room my daughter found earlier.

There was another hidden room there when I pulled away the bookshelf that was placed there.

I saw that. Al will.

"This is where your master was studying homunculus."

"For once, the study of Homunculus is forbidden in the Empire. I guess I couldn't pee."

He was in a cage in the mountains.

was Chloe's word, but that's actually what it is.

If you're going to do it with a bee, you're going to have to do it secluded.

"But even my apprentice's eagle didn't know there was such a lab. I would have helped you if I had known. How could you not tell me?

"I don't think that's because it's private."

"Is it a private matter?

"Earlier, Degart said. Conrad said he was researching artificial life forms to bring his daughter back to this world. Probably, but Conrad himself wasn't interested in the homunculus thing. I guess I just wanted to see your dead daughter again."

Well, guess what.

and adds:

I put that in evidence, and I scratch the dark hair on the lab desk that seems to be stored there.

"The hair."

It's your daughter's hair.

"Why, do you understand?

"It was in the diary. He said the ultimate goal was to create the same homunculus as his daughter based on her hair."

"I see."

When Al says so, he stares at a large glass culture placed in the center of the room.

"What is that?"

I answer with a glance at the research material that was placed in the lab.

"Put human fluid, or hair, into the distiller and add several herbs to it. Seal and corrupt it for forty days. Then we can create something that is transparent and not a substance in human form. And every day, if you give human blood, keep it warm at the same temperature as the horse's fetus, and store it for 400 weeks, you can have a human child."

I spoke of Conrad's research results.

"The master was making homunculus here, wasn't he? Use your daughter's hair."

"Oh, probably. And maybe it was just 400 weeks ago."

"How do you know?

"That's what this report says."

When I showed her the date, Al had a full grin.

"So there's homunculus in this culture."

When Al says so, he rushes to the side of the distiller and looks inside through the glass.

My hair was just flickering in the cloudy culture.

"There's no shade or dust in a person's appearance."

"I guess I failed"

Say it in a calm tone.

"So, but this is my master's lifelong experiment, right? It's eight years of research, right?

"It's not eight years, this is what the diary says. Ever since I became a mage, no, Conrad seemed to dream of creating homunculus before I became a mage"

I asked Al to punctuate the words there.

"Conrad was only famous as a late-blooming sorcerer, wasn't he?

"Yeah, there's no magic school out there. But after I crossed 30, I was guided by my master's master, and he became a magician of different colors."

"Then I guess I aspired to be a magician because of my daughter's death. To see your dead daughter again."

When I said that, I fingered Conrad's diary date.

Conrad started creating homunculus fifty years ago, it should have been around thirty years ago.

It was clear that we had been doing research ever since.

"Then does it mean that Master Conrad, after fifty years and despite all his research, did not succeed in making homunculus to the end?

Chloe modestly, but lightly, pointed out the truth.

"Don't be."

"Oh, no..."

aru that can be jerked off.

At first I thought you were also discouraged at passing on failed research results, but you don't seem to be.

Al was crying.

"I've spent fifty years researching it, and my master says, after all, I can't reunite with your daughter? I've just devoted my whole life to making homunculus, and I couldn't achieve anything, you know?

…………

Answer by silence. Because it was a fact.

I just can't be silent all the time.

I present her with a problem.

"Well, here's where the choices come up. I'm guessing Conrad, your master, is now lying down in the Imperial City."

"Yes......"

"Then Conrad doesn't even know if this" last "experiment was a success or a failure."

"You will. It's been a long time since I've been in bed."

"Then you were obliged to tell me if this experiment was a success or a failure."

"Is the eagle telling you?

"Naturally. You are the disciple of Conrad the Wise."

"But I don't have the courage to tell you."

"You can take my place, but I'm sure you'll regret it later. He said he couldn't play an important role."

…………

Al is silent.

He seemed to chew on the meaning of my words.

It took about ten minutes for a daughter named Al to succeed in squeezing courage.

In the meantime, I was staring at Al, but at the same time I made this suggestion as Al consolidated his determination.

"- I have these hands, by the way"

"Is this the kind of hand?

I let my daughter down. Instruct them to head to the separate room.

Tell a story I don't want my daughter to hear. My daughter obeyed me honestly.

"Let Fiona take Conrad's death for a homunculus created by Conrad."

"Such a child."

"I'm not a kid. My daughter is a real homunculus."

"Are you sure?!?

It was Chloe who got angry when she heard the words.

"Dear Sir, Lady Fiona's birth is a secret to the doorstep. I was wondering if it would be easy to talk."

"It's not easy to talk. Al is a trustworthy daughter. Besides, the other person who will learn the secret will soon pass away. Nothing wrong with that."

Chloe notices with those words.

"Do you mean to show Master Conrad Master Fiona and make him think that the creation of Homncrus was successful with it?"

"Don't be."

"Does it make sense to do that? Master Conrad wants to see his dead daughter, doesn't he? Lady Fiona is not my daughter."

But it's Homunculus.

"Is Mr. Fiona really a homunculus?

"Sort of. It's a gift from God that I coincidentally created. It's an important, precious gift."

That being said, I blame Al.

"I can take my daughter to Conrad's front and lie like this. The master's last experiment was a brilliant success. Your daughter didn't revive herself, but her master succeeded in creating Homunculus. My master's fifty years were not in vain, yes, I can tell you at the time of death."

"... my master's fifty years were not in vain"

"If you are as wise as Conrad, you will soon realize that Fiona is a homunculus. I couldn't revive my real daughter, but I can still travel to the afterlife with only one less heart"

"What happens to your wish to see your daughter?

"That's a quick reunion in the afterlife. If there was such a thing as heaven, as the Episcopal Church says, we'd be talking about."

We're already talking about religious views around here. I didn't believe in the afterlife, but I'm not so insensitive as to say that there's no afterlife here.

However, if there is one, it will be the muscle where I can reunite with my family.

I'm sure Conrad, Al, and even Degart, who fought earlier, would hope so.

The rest depended on the choice of this daughter, Al.

To be honest, Conrad's research failed.

Lend your daughter, and your research has borne fruit, and it's good to lie.

Which one to choose should have been chosen by her, who supported Conrad for years.

And the path Al chose...