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

Conrad, the archdeacon, died, and a few days later, Al came wearing his usual dull hat.

There's nothing like crying in my eyes.

I guess my mind is already attached.

She spoke pale.

"Master Conrad is dead. And about the legacy, Seymour was officially announced through the Sorcery Society."

So I think Mr. Kite already knows, but with a forethought, she said:

"The Master's estate is now fairly distributed to all his disciples"

"Sounds good."

"You're other HR. Reducing the eagle's legacy makes it impossible to pay Mr. Kite. That's what I mean."

"It doesn't. I found The Book of the Dwarf in the Flask in your inventory of heritage. I'll definitely collect it."

"Mmm, that's a trick. Aren't you going to brave the eagle whose legacy is diminishing?"

"I don't think so."

"Terrible"

"In the first place, it means that Conrad's will was fulfilled as he willed. I'm glad to hear it. I guess the best disciple will succeed him and inherit his legacy."

"It's not solitary, but I wanted to occupy two brothers"

"And he also gave me a legacy to a disciple who would do this. He's the one who did it."

A magician named Conrad distributed his legacy fairly to the disciples he had raised. He meant that the best disciples were all the disciples he had raised.

To narcissistic disciples like Degart, to rubbing disciples like Arul, he also threw out the way of sorcery and distributed his inheritance indivisibly to those who lived the life of the city well.

Regardless of the appropriateness of each, the artifacts and literature to be sent appear to have been sorted, but it was adjusted so as not to be a single difference in money.

It can also be described as a will in which the character of the deceased came out as such.

"I lost someone who was quite spared. Well, humans, 80 years is enough."

I'm not saying it's time for me to die. I now have a precious daughter named Fiona. It is unacceptable to die easily.

"Well, the Book of the dwarf in the flask will be sent later, so this is it for the eagle. - In the end, I'm glad to report that I lied to my master and succeeded in creating Homncrus, as Mr. Kate recommended. My master died with a satisfied expression."

"Right. If I'm going to die, I want to die satisfied."

Leaving it at that, I dropped her back off.

When Al left, my master came as if he were to be replaced.

She casually asks.

"Well, you used Fiona to make sense of the death of an old sage you didn't even know existed."

"It's not that big a layer. I just wanted to tell you that Conrad the Wise wasn't a waste of 50 years of research."

"I don't have the in-laws to do that. To an old man who has nothing to do with it."

"It doesn't matter. You must have helped me forge my paperwork when I went to Lengrad."

"Sort of."

"Besides, I didn't do this for Lord Conrad, I did it for Al."

"You think it's for Al?

"Probably, but Lord Conrad was aware of Fiona's identity."

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"I don't know if your master checked the documents when he forged them, or if he noticed them when he met you at the mansion, but Lord Conrad must have known that Fiona wasn't the homunculus created by 'herself'."

"How can you say all that?

"This is how Mr. Conrad described the color of his daughter's hair." I guess it's golden as beautiful as the sun, "he said."

"Although it's actually beautiful?

"But he said he was already blind."

"My daughter must have been blonde too"

That's what my master said, so I show Conrad's daughter's hair that I left in that lab.

The master who saw it,

"Ah..."

I give you the word.

"Lord Conrad's daughter had dark hair. You can't go wrong blonde with the homunculus you made even though you're blind. Whatever the inside, the outside was trying to make it look like my daughter."

"So Conrad also acted knowingly deceitful that the experiment had failed, that Al was lying," he said.

"You will be."

"Hmm, it sounds like a guy, but it doesn't sound like a guy,"

"And say?

"He hates falsehoods. I don't like things that deceive me or that deceive people."

"It's not about deceit or deception. You simply wanted to reward Al for the last time he ran around thinking so hard about himself."

Prove it, and I'll show Conrad's inventory of the estate to his master.

"There's something like this in the distribution of al."

"Something like this?

The master narrows his eyes and looks at the inventory.

"It's mostly homunculus-related, research-related books and experimental instruments."

"And there's just one thing that's out of place, right?

"Something out of place?

The master sees it again but doesn't seem to know which one it is. I have no choice, so I'll explain.

"It's a dull hat, of his trademark. I only send clothes to Al, even though I only send money to other disciples for things related to witchcraft. It's something you can buy for a few pieces of silver coins, but I'm sure you took Al for special consideration for doing that on purpose."

"I see, or maybe he was shadowing his dead daughter"

"I don't know about that, but, well, she's cuter than a bad girl."

When I said that, the master laughed, "It must be."

"My apprentice is not too cute to be able to. For that matter, the daughter is cute, so there's zero plus or minus."

When the master said so, he went to his daughter.

Now it's time for us to go back to Lengrad.

I'll say goodbye to this master for a while.

Then it would be the least consideration of an unaffordable disciple to let him absorb his thoughtful 'Fiona Minutes' without interruption.