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

There is the word "execute" at the extreme of Seymour's quintessential magic.

Make the words you say come true.

Therefore, nothing exasperates a magnificent language to a mage taught by Iris Seymour. Only with results, however, was the trust placed by the public so much so that it was said.

It is the seal of peace of mind.

I, its most apprentice, can't leak into that example either.

I beat each of the five bad guys for less than ten seconds.

Turning behind his opponent with the magic of "Metastasis," he slapped his fist through his defenseless back of the head. No matter, keep your strength down to the point where they don't die.

Flying around to sew between the wicked men wielding their swords with the magic of "Flying," he plunged his fist into his abdomen, blew it with "Impact," forcing the trees to hit him hard in the back and take away his consciousness.

The fifth person trying to escape grabs the back of his head from behind, pressing his face straight into the earth and kissing him hard on the ground.

In the meantime, it is a forty second early operation.

Now as I put it, I wonder if the battle will be over in a minute, I thought so, but the last remaining bad guy wasn't going to be able to defeat him so easily.

Men in leadership of the bad guys looking at this one with their arms around them at a remote location.

He was calmly observing this motion and sending a kill attempt to smash my head with a battle axe he was gripping if there was a gap.

I withdraw the foreword in my heart.

No, a correction.

"I'll put a piece on it in a minute, but it's a minute for one head. I mean, if we take these guys down in six minutes, we'll be fine."

In a way, this flexible attitude is also the mystery of Seymour streaming magic.

Nothing can be accomplished about the one that can only be imprisoned and solidified by his own words.

Iris Seymour says that from day to day as well.

I get a five-minute respite, I ask the head of the bad guy.

"Surrender, even if it doesn't seem like a good time to surrender, I wouldn't recommend it, but can I just ask you one thing?

"Never mind."

"I hire a hand job like you. That woman and the baby you're chasing seem pretty important. What the hell is that baby?

"Are you sheltering the baby without even knowing it?

The man has a frightened face.

"That's what happened."

"What's in it for you if you just ignore it"

"I wonder if I can dress well in front of my daughter if I insist. I always want to be a hero in front of my daughter."

"But it would be more helpful for me to live and be a good father than for my daughter to die and be a hero too"

"Does that mean you'll kill me?"

"If you can interpret anything else, I'd love to."

and the man grips the pattern of a battle axe gripped in his right hand.

Red magic wraps around the battle axe. Apparently the battle axe a man has is not just a battle axe.

"This is the axe to which the magic I received from my client was granted."

"The legacy of an ancient magical civilization."

"Well, I don't know if I'm unschooled. But with this axe, I know I can tap your bare neck off."

When the man said so, he unleashed the magic of the axe and threw the axe at him.

"... throwing axes, don't be too big for"

The axe thrown by the man falls straight on this one.

But that speed is not fast.

It was as fast as I could avoid if I wanted to.

The cane also looks easy to peel down.

I just don't know what kind of magic power is granted to a battle axe.

I gave up on dropping it and decided to avoid it.

The battle axe I avoided was going straight ahead, cutting down the giant tree that was behind it. That's not one or two, either, more than one.

If I had received it properly, I would have felt cold when I wondered if my upper and lower body would have been as straight as that.

Besides, the Battle Axe comes back here as if he were willing to arc here.

The man explains it well.

"That axe won't stop moving as long as I'm conscious. Don't move until you've targeted your prey and severed your neck and torso."

"I see, it's a nasty weapon"

I don't know what the magicians of ancient magic civilizations thought to make such a nasty weapon, but even warriors who can't use magic can fight more than one another if equipped with a weapon that grants them magic.

Sorcerers are more immersed in research than they are in physical training, and many have inferior muscle strength, strength, and combat experience. There were few combat professionals.

Most importantly, it is an ordinary sorcerer, some of whom are exceptions.

Like a magician who lived a thousand years.

I was less confident than the man in front of me with muscle strength and strength, but for that matter, I'm good at magic.

Inferior muscle strength is reinforcement magic, inferior health covers with wisdom.

Experience covers in time. I lived a long time before the man in front of me was born.

I have not fought on the battlefield once or twice, and I have sent many men stronger than this man to the afterlife.

Now, I'm not going to lose to a man of this magnitude.

I decided to distort the look on the face of a man confidently convinced of victory.

Fly the magic to a man, avoiding the battle axe that tracks him.

"Fireball," "Water Polo," "Electric Shock," "Impact," "Arrow of Light" The power weakened to the point of not dying, but it was still powerful enough to cause serious injury if hit directly.

But the man throws a dagger in his nostalgia, avoiding them with a cool face.

Precise as a magical battle axe.

"That's pretty brilliant."

"I'm supposed to be a dark object. Throwing knife is number eighteen."

"I just have to say"

I could have hit everything if I had avoided it with great care. The dagger was aimed precisely at my heart.

I tell men to provoke.

"But you've been fighting long distances since earlier. You're so scared of melee."

"You idiot, is it something that gets caught? Anyway, you're going to lead the Battle Axe and make me eat the Battle Axe."

"Oh, my God, was it broken?"

"Do you eat such hands? In the first place, that battle axe is capable of never hitting the owner. That's why such a smart hand is useless."

"I see. Then you're not challenging the melee because of your natural cowardice."

"No way. I was just observing your movements. How can I stick a knife in my heart"

"Did you come to a conclusion?

"You're out."

"I'd appreciate it if you could tell me."

"Fine, here's the answer"

When the man says so, he stops the throwing knife attack and takes the unusual shaped knife out of his nostalgia. It's a knife on the curve. It was called a Kukli knife, a weapon the assassins preferred to use.

"Combine the tracking axe with my knife technique and I'll tailor you."

"What, are you going to challenge me to a melee after all"

I didn't say thank you.

Now my operation has been perfected, but it would have been possible to defeat it even if it had remained a long shot.

However, in that case, it could seriously injure this man.

The man in front of you is a villain, but not particularly resentful.

I wanted to do it if I could with about an injury.

I turn on the knife of a man who's been challenging the melee.

The battle axe that comes after me is also deflected.

"What's up? Are you just avoiding your stunts? Not like this. It'll be a slaughter."

"I guess so"

When it comes to melee combat, you can't be a professional warrior. Not to mention the magical battle axe a man has that exactly complements me and makes me stubborn.

Flying around among the trees, shielding the trees has never shown any signs of its weakening.

But its power is lethal to the enemy.

That's how I invited them into the trees, but does the man realize that?

to the presence of trees falling from behind.

Sure, Battle Axe never hurt a man, except for the tree that that Battle Axe cut down.

The trees poured over the man's head as they crossed when they fell without sound.

A man won't realize what happened to him until he faints, no, even if he faints.

The point is that he successfully guided a man and defeated him by a tree fallen by a battle axe.

The last word a man left resembled the sound of a toad crushing, but his life seems safe.

I decide to stick it out to the guardian officer like this.

Tie up all his men, including this man, with the spreading of plants.

Hanging a "Tight" spell on the crawl, preventing him from escaping, he fixed it on a giant tree and put up a bill.

"Follow these people, villains, and stay away"

In a way, it would be a shame play, but a raw gentle one as the end of a bad guy's path.

When I magically summoned Chloe, I spoke of the child and entrusted her with the rest of the processing.

I have to go to college from now on, and I'm worried about my daughter, who took the baby and headed to college.

I want to see how it goes fast.

Besides, I was worried about myself making a luxurious delay from the first day of my return.

"Maybe I'll get a neck"

I joked and snapped like that, but Chloe laughed and said:

"Let's get our organs out of these bad guys and sell them out then. Human organs are traded at high prices on the back magic market."

It was a tone neither joking nor serious, but the bad guys who heard it were frightened

By the way, the battle time with the bad guys was five minutes and 48 seconds.

There's still room for me to refine.