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

I didn't tell Fiona about the undercover investigation.

Because Fiona thought it was unnecessary information, and I thought it would make my daughter worry.

That seems to be Chloe agreeable too, and Chloe didn't talk about anything, even if she didn't particularly look out for it.

When Chloe welcomed her daughter home with the usual smile, her stomach prepared dinner for Fiona in Pekopeko.

Chloe, as foretold, lined the table with stews of beef soot that had been simmering since morning.

Plus bread, coleslaw salad, Chloe and Fiona soaked together the other day with carrots and cucumber pickles.

When Fiona sits at the table, she joins her hands and offers her thanks to God and the Holy Spirit.

Of course, to Chloe.

I didn't say anything today because I say thank you so much to Chloe for every meal she had, but the full grin was still the biggest reward for Chloe.

Chloe leans aside with a smile and watches Fiona carry the stew to her mouth.

By the way, there is no such thing as a nobleman's house where you should be quiet during a meal.

Rather, it is recommended that you enjoy the conversation during the meal, which will be lively.

Because conversation and communication can be the best seasoning.

Especially the events of the day that my daughter makes me listen to have enhanced the flavour of the dish over any expensive seasoning.

Chloe asks Fiona if she expects us to finish the meal.

"Dear Fiona, how was the end of the Fiona Detectives?

"It's not the Fiona Detectives. Then I'm like a leader. We are all protagonists. We're all comrades."

"It was. So should I call you the Girl Detectives?"

"The name is also inappropriate. Isma is a boy."

In the end, he tells me that he became the Lean Grad School of Magic Detectives, and that the name of the line of Fiona and the others has been officially decided.

"I see, it's a bit long, but that's a nice name"

And Chloe said, because I'm a pain in the ass, I'm going to call myself the Girl Detectives.

"So, Dear Fiona, have you found any clues?

Chloe asks again, Fiona shakes her neck to the side unfortunately.

"That's not good at all. I'm asking the magicians of the capital in turn, but I can't find Ritten's father and mother."

"Oh well, that's unfortunate"

"I didn't think I'd find it in a day, either, but I didn't think it was this hard. At the same pace, it could take another year..."

That said, Fiona's going to look at this one.

Help me, it won't mean.

If you can't find it as it is, you can make Ritten our child, my brother, look at it.

Fiona's gaze is alternating between me and Ritten. Equal time is allocated.

I'll tell Fiona again.

"Fiona. I've told you before, kids are best off living under real parents."

"But Ritten's cute, isn't she?

"It's really cute though. But, Fiona, what if you were exposed somewhere and told to be the kid in that house?

"No! I am your father's child. He's a kid in this house."

"Ritten, of course, Ritten's parents should think so. So your role is to find Ritten's parents as soon as possible."

Fiona seemed completely convinced by the words.

After that, I stopped saying that I would make Ritten my child.

I just started saying this instead.

"I give up making Ritten my brother."

It's a good idea.

"But you want a brother or a sister. Can I treat you to this year's Winter Solstice Festival Director (Santa Claus)?

Fiona comes to you with a childlike, infallible ascent.

The Winter Solstice Festival Chief is the name of the priest listed in the Saints of the Episcopal Church. He is also famous for being considered a saint who seizes the four seasons and distributes gifts to his children.

Write your wish on Winter Solstice Day and leave it on your pillow and you have the strange power to prepare the gift your child wants.

- Regardless, it is a legendary fabrication, so it is not the head of the Winter Solstice Festival who actually prepares it, but the parents.

Now, you basically don't talk selfish, Fiona, but from time to time, you get me in trouble.

It's easy to get things and money, but it's often hard to get what my daughter wants.

Many things are impossible, like wanting star ornaments listed on the top of a square tree that comes out of a picture book, or wanting to swim in a river of heaven that flows into the night sky, breaking a bone to make it happen.

This request would be similar.

By the way, Fiona hasn't taught us how to make a human child yet, so my daughter has a verse where she purely believes that the child will be born in a cabbage field or carried around by a bat.

So right now, I'm sending you a glance at going to a cabbage field, or directly judging me with a bat, but unfortunately I don't even know the bat that carries the child to the cabbage field where the child is born.

Now, should I first explain to my daughter from the child-making method, or should I convince my brother or sister to give up?

Lost in judgment.

I still feel like it's too soon to explain to Fiona, and I'm embarrassed to explain to my real daughter how to make a child. I was going to throw the event round around the master or Chloe.

Plus my brother or sister's additional orders are more troublesome.

I wasn't willing to get married, and in the first place, few odd women come to my daughter-in-law under a troublesome sage like me.

With a troubled face, Chloe put out a helpship for me.

Chloe said as she leaned back to Fiona's gaze, staring into her daughter's eyes.

"Dear Fiona, the child is a gift from God. Just because you wish doesn't make it easy."

"Hmm, I know that, but I still miss one..."

"Is Master Fiona alone? Or Seymour, or Chloe."

"Your father is your father, your aunt is your aunt, and Chloe is Chloe. You're not my brother."

"I see, Master Fiona wants brothers"

"Yeah, my brother would play with you every day. If I were your sister, I'd tie your hair."

"I see, I know how you feel. Chloe likes to tie Fiona's hair."

"I knew it was fun. Fine. I want to tie it too."

"Then let's do this. Dear Fiona, would you tie Chloe's hair?

When Chloe said so, she brought a brush placed on the shelf and a conductor to tie her hair together.

"Am I tying Chloe's hair?

"You can't be my sister, but still Chloe's a girl, too. And I'm proud of my hair."

When she says so, she circles around, exposing that silver hair.

"Chloe's hair is very pretty. It's like melting silver and spinning."

"I'm afraid you said that. Thanks to your failure to pay for the parts."

And, I do my gaze here, and I close one eye.

Chloe's hair belongs to humans, by the way. Higher and higher quality than synthetic fibers.

The price is tight for that, but hair is one of the most important parts for a mechanical doll. I can't let that happen.

"Now, Master Fiona, could you tie your hair? If you don't know how to do it, I'll tell you."

"Yeah, it's okay, every morning, Chloe does it, so I kind of know how to do it."

Plus, I tie you up with Harmonia's hair every now and then, Fiona goes on.

"I'm looking forward to that."

When Chloe said so, she glanced and laid herself down at Fiona.

Fiona touches Chloe's hair with a slightly nervous face and hangs the brush as it is.

A brush that soaks in without sound.

She looked a little bigger in Fiona's hand, but when her daughter cleverly used it, she did something with Chloe's silver hair.

An adorable angel with golden hair dodges the hair of a beautiful girl with silver hair.

The figure was quite a picturesque landscape.

Shut up and get your hair done. It looked like a close sister and sister.

I wonder if getting along is beautiful, those words came to mind.