This is how we add a new family to our home.
Regardless, during the day of the week, I have a position as a college teacher and Fiona as a college student, so Kersuke is leaving a message.
I was a little worried about poisonous tongue guardian maids and weak carbuncles getting together during the day, but Chloe is also an adult. I don't want to imitate my daughter like she's sad.
Chloe smiled,
"I'll take care of this bastard. Because even if you die naturally, it's cute enough that Chloe won't suspect you."
And declared.
"By the way, Carbuncle has a life expectancy of about 150 years," he said.
"Then it sucks, you're going to be dating for another 150 years."
Chloe smiles and tongues, but as soon as she recreated her expression, she returned to her original job.
"Sir, the robe is all over you."
And fix my robe mess.
Fiona had a mess in her hair, and she was re-tying the hair she tied.
The job around here was perfect and she had nowhere to complain.
Even if the sleigh doesn't fit with my new family now, if I lived with them, something like friendship would sprout between them as well.
In anticipation of that, I haven't been to college in a long time.
When Fiona receives her lunchbox from Chloe, she makes her face shine with a look like she can't wait.
"Soon, I'll be reunited with my friends at school. How are Harmonia and Isma?"
"We must have just broken up before this."
"But I haven't seen him in almost two weeks. You two could be getting bigger in the meantime."
Fiona opens her hand to see what she can do when she's older.
"Well, it's a growing season. It's not a zero possibility."
In the first place, my daughter also feels like she's grown up in the past month.
Mentally, but physically.
I can't tell because I haven't measured it in detail, but a centimeter or two would have stretched.
The girl's growing up period is now at its peak.
Boys, if you don't see each other for three days, look at the proverb, but if you're a girl, you should be careful if you don't see each other for two days at this time.
No, every day, I guess.
My pleasure was to see Fiona grow every day.
In that sense, I'm probably having the most fun of my life right now.
With that in mind, I found a woman running for a small run from afar.
Fiona wasn't the first one I found.
I was observing Fiona very closely, but Fiona was enjoying her journey to school.
Is there anything different about it than a month ago?
Wasn't there a flower blooming that was a stump before?
How is your grandfather walking every morning?
Will there still be cats yawning on the walls today?
There seems to be such a check item, every morning, it was my daughter's routine to keep an eye on the way to school, but today I seem to have found the anomaly before checking all that check item.
"Dad, there's a beautiful woman running this way, okay?
My daughter grabbed my robe's sleeve and pointed at the woman.
Look in the direction my daughter points.
"Is there any information that it's beautiful?
"But your father likes beautiful adult women, doesn't he?
Where did they blow such information in?
Chloe or the master.
- You're absolutely right, so I can't argue with you.
If you look at it, a poor woman, just a little over twenty, ran this way out of breath.
Running in a straight line in a desperate phase was enough to hunch trouble, but in fact she was a chunk of trouble.
The woman looks at me and pushes the object in her arms against me.
It was a non-existent attitude.
When I received it, she left behind these words.
"The child is your child. We'll be sure to pick it up at a later date, so keep it until then."
It was a word that I wanted to hear back by accident, but I couldn't help it.
She left the scene at a rate like a wind.
"Your father's child?
It was my daughter Fiona who reacted to the words.
My daughter peeks into what I'm about to hold.
When you circle in front of me, carefully peel the object wrapped in a cloth.
It was the baby that came out of it.
He was a cute kid.
He was an infant who could sleep easily.
Fiona, who saw the child, blah, brightens her expression all the time.
"Pretty ~, baby"
In contrast,
"I knew this was a baby."
All I could get out was the word.
No matter how many times I stared at him, he didn't change into a creature other than a human baby.
Damn it, you bitch, you left a hell of a bomb with a hell of a lot of words.
I get a mysterious baby pushed by a woman I don't even know to look at. I get evil in my heart, but Fiona asks me this if I know my heart like that or not.
"The woman said she was your father's child, right? Does that mean this kid hits my brother or my sister?
"If that woman's words are true, it will be so in law..."
"But?
"But this child is not mine."
"Huh? But that woman is your father's child."
I don't know. This kid is an infant in the first place. Something like 6-18 months old, I guess.
In the meantime, I haven't done as much to have children with a woman as I did earlier.
Hence the unlimited possibility that this baby is my daughter is close to zero.
That's what I thought. I tried to return the Times and head to the heart of the capital.
"Father, where are you going?
"It's a packing station for the protector. This girl is like a lost girl. Notify me or I'll be kidnapped."
"But the lady just left it for a while because she's going back to get it."
"That's the other way around. Fool, you don't have to be honest with me."
That's what I tried to say, but I couldn't do that.
For once again the seed of trouble has come.
From where we're headed, the bloodthirsty folks came.
They are all armed with swords, spears and axes, clustered together to see leather armor and chainmails.
Adventurers, should we call them mercenaries rather than
When they stood in front of us, they said this at the opening.
"Your Highness, did a woman not pass this road now?"
It's a loud, unproductive voice. Let's correct it, these guys may not be mercenaries, they may not be, they may be close to bandits.
I would otherwise ignore it, or beat it down without question, but now I have a daughter, and there's a baby in my arm.
I picked the words out of my handbag.
"I don't know what kind of woman she is, but I saw her when she was about twenty. I went that way."
Point in the opposite direction from where the woman headed.
There was no element of favor for that woman, but not less for these guys in front of me.
Fiona is frightened if you look at her.
He was shaking lightly, hiding behind me.
The one who frightens his daughter, even if he is the Emperor of the Empire, would be the Pope of the Episcopal Church, but he will not forgive. That was my justice.
- Well, I hope you ignore us like this and go somewhere.
As I watched the men with the hope of doing so, a man who seemed to be the leader of the men spoke to me.
"We're searching for a woman, but we're also looking for the baby she was supposed to have. I don't think so, but the baby you're holding right now isn't that baby, is it?
"Oh, no, this is my sister."
Fiona took a step forward, saying so, as she squeezed her courage.
Oh, boy, she's still a daughter with a sense of righteousness and courage. I didn't expect that belief to be unshakeable even before such a rush.
Then the father should have had his daughter hem justice.
"Exactly. This kid is my kid. It's not the kid you're looking for."
"Is that true? Do you have proof?
"There's nothing to prove. I can't prove that I'm my son. You're the ones who have to prove that this kid is the kid we're looking for."
The Gorotsky people who heard the words provoked anger, but a man of leadership fits in.
"You're absolutely right. The baby we're looking for has a mole on his right shoulder. Let me see the baby's skin and I'll fix it. Without the mole, we shall leave immediately."
"I see. Fine. There's no mole in" My Kid. "
When I ran out, my daughter blued her face.
"Is that okay, Father? Do that?" He has a targeted face.
"It's okay."
To reassure her daughter, saying so in a low voice, she made the baby bare and showed the baby's shoulders to the Gorots.
- Naturally, there was a beautiful skin spread there without a mole.
Seeing that, the gorots seem convinced.
I tried to keep going in the direction I pointed, but there was only one thing I wasn't convinced of.
He is a man of leadership.
The man said this while pointing to me.
"This man is wearing a magician's robe. Isn't it just before breakfast enough to hide the baby mole?"
In those words, the other gorots seem to have noticed that I am a magician.
He looked like a villain from anywhere, with a low level of intelligence, but isn't he a man with a hard head to turn?
I was right about the man, hanging the magic of "Change" on the shoulder of the baby and erasing the mole.
Damn, this is the villain with a half-head turning, so I'm in trouble.
When I moaned, I left the baby with Fiona.
When Fiona received the baby silently, she dashed with all her might.
That's a smart kid. I guess you're willing to keep running into the college.
You don't have to instruct me to do the best you can.
Regardless, the villains tried to assault their daughter, but that was impossible.
A wall of flames blows up in front of Gorotsuki, who tried to chase his daughter.
If you step forward from there, the Gorotsky will be ashed with no bones left.
Thick flaming walls hold back the path of the Gorotsky.
How many are there like six?
From what I've seen, there are no wizards.
It was going to be a simple battle called Magic vs. Sword.
I stick one big finger at each of the bad guys who unleash their weapons.
"What, that pose is a sign that I want my fingers cut off"
Spiral laughing gorots.
I proclaimed with an invincible grin.
"One minute. I'll take you down in a minute."
When I said that, I chanted a spell and strengthened my physical abilities.