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

Thus a series of incidents was settled.

The cults who were stuck in the college - and the party who was dyeing their hands at human trafficking - were wiped out.

Six of them, more than I thought, the college side was upset, but the students were not upset.

Because everything was handled in secret.

It is due to the consideration of the Knights of Divergent Inquisition and the exploitation of the Dean of the College, but also to political considerations.

The fact that the College had such incompleteness is a major problem, because the Board of Governors of the College has rooted in the Episcopal Church and the Principality and has thoroughly reversed it.

It seems like an adult, or a logic of politics, but it was a thankful consideration if you were a teacher or a father.

The students don't have to be anxious, and Fiona doesn't have to be upset.

Or maybe one day when I grow up I'll have to understand those adult circumstances, but that was good in the distant future.

They're just kids. The child wanted me to grow up like a child.

In that sense, this case is, in a way, the gospel.

Bad teachers who were nestled in the college were swept away. Conservative, college reform has disappeared.

This would make it easier for College Dean Kareenin to do his job, and the kids would have a quick education.

I thought so, but that was half correct and half incorrect.

Indeed, it was a good thing from the students' point of view.

It was also with me from the college side, but a certain teacher, or from me, had one more hassle.

The reduction in the number of teachers in the college increased my workload.

It was important to me that I had been a teacher on the motto of not working as much as possible, leaving it to the autonomy of the students.

Usually after class, it was a routine to get my research done while I went straight home and waited for Fiona to come home, but it was weeks since I couldn't do that routine either.

Frustration is accumulating, but I didn't put it in my mouth in front of the students or Fiona.

"You're only an adult there."

was Chloe's word, but I didn't argue with it because I think so myself.

Well, that's how I go home day after day, seriously doing my job.

Due to the accumulated work, sometimes the return time passed 9: 00.

Speaking of 9: 00, it's time for my daughter to go to bed, but my daughter never slept until I got back.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, he waits for me.

When I got home, my daughter,

"Welcome home, Father"

And he greeted me with a smile.

My daughter's smile heals my body more than anything.

When I put my hand on my daughter's blonde hair, I wondered if I should be able to thank her for staying up late, or if I should thank her for welcoming me late.

Educator, as a strict father, the former, but definitely the latter as a pro-food wise man.

So I screwed up my daughter's head. And when I turned,

"I'm home, Fiona"

I said.

"Father, because Chloe did something to me, my hair's gonna be messed up."

Fiona protests, but it doesn't even seem like a maniac.

She was also a cute daughter of her age who still didn't want to communicate like this.

"Damn, I want you to get more faculty up and out of this overtime hell soon."

Fiona asks when she divulges her stupidity.

"Your father got busy because the teacher quit a lot?

"That's right. I don't want to do my job."

And, speaking of the dialogue of social disqualification, my daughter agreed with me.

"I just need to ask my aunt to get more teachers."

"To the master?

"Yeah, 'cause your aunt's a great guy at the School of Magic, isn't she?

"I should have given the director a name."

I've never seen it in college for that.

"... well, maybe that's a good idea. Shall I write to my master for once?"

"You're not going to see me?

"You just went to the Empire last time. If I just rested so much, I'd just be neck."

"Well, I'd love to see my aunt again."

"Don't worry. I'm going to visit the Empire again on my next long vacation."

"Really?"

"Have I ever lied to Fiona?

"I don't."

And Fiona said, "I'm glad" she hugged me.

Nodding his face to my chest, he then raises his face and adds:

"Can I take Harmonia with me?

"I don't mind, but she wants to see her grandfather, doesn't she?

"It's the same empire. I'll have it by my aunt's mansion on my way home."

"Wouldn't that be nice? Well, if Harmonia wants it, there's no reason to say no."

Fiona lifts one leg with "Yata".

"Well, Isma's good too, right?

"I don't mind. You should also bring your fiancée Lilina."

Fiona breaks face when I say so.

My daughter continues afterwards. Well, then, then, say,

"Of course you can take Ritten, right? Ritten's not the only one who left a message, is she?

…………

I can't help but be silent about it.

I kept my mouth shut for a while and Fiona obviously clouded her expression.

We should be honest here. I thought so.

"Earlier, Miliel from the Knights of the Inquisition contacted me. They found Ritten's parents."

"... it is"

Fiona was so depressed that she could tell from the edge.

Maybe it was harsh news for the girl who assumed she could have a brother if she couldn't find Ritten's parents like this.

But Fiona was a kind but also a brilliant child.

He gave a joyous expression that Ritten soon found his way to happiness.

Heading up to Ritten's baby basket, he said this while creating a sisterly smile.

"Ritten, Ritten, we found your mom and dad. You'll see Mommy and Daddy soon. I'm glad I don't miss you anymore."

Fiona speaks that way, but no matter, the baby still doesn't get the word.

- It should be, but Ritten smiled as if she would react to Fiona's words.

Even if the words don't make sense, Fiona's heart may have arrived.

Anyway, my daughter has been looking for her parents these past few weeks, making Ritten as cute as her real brother, her legs as sticks.

That devotional behavior had also reached the baby, I had to interpret it that way.

In fact, Ritten was gently flaunted by Fiona until the time of his parting.

The next day, a young sorcerer and his wife from the Sorcerer's Association arrived, and Ritten did not grumble until he received Ritten.

Fiona also played Ritten's sister at her temper until the moment of her breakup.

The moment my real mother received Ritten, Ritten cried for the first time when she realized she would be pulled against Fiona, but Fiona didn't show tears until the end.

Upon receiving Ritten's parents' acknowledgement with a smile, he continued to wave without ever stopping smiling until the end.

However, when I lost sight of Ritten, he turned to me and collapsed his tear gland.

"Uh-huh, Ritten's gone."

And I cried like a baby.

I guess Ritten was cute by then. I guess I was emotional.

As a pro idiot sage, I now hung up on Ritten's parents and wanted them to give up Ritten, but I just couldn't imitate someone like that buying it.

So when I hugged Fiona instead, I told her this.

"I live in the same capital. I'll see you again."

Hugging Fiona as she said so, her daughter rinsed her nose "Gu-sun".

"... yeah, I get it. I won't cry anymore. I'm sure Ritten doesn't like crying sisters either."

And he looks up at me with his moist eyes.

Well, I don't know about that, but I thought of someone, and for someone's sake, I loved the gentle heart of my tearful daughter.

You can cry when you want to because you are a child, and laugh when you want to laugh.

That's what I thought.

So more than that, I said this without saying a word.

"Well, shall we eat even what Fiona likes today and go home? Anything you want to eat?

This is what my daughter used to say when she went on tour.

"I want Chloe's cooked rice"

"Right. Chloe's rice is the best in the capital."

When I closed that way, I held my daughter's hand and followed her home.

Sunset illuminates us parents and children.

Me and Fiona's Influence Master dyed the cobblestone in the capital black.

Thus, a series of cases started when Ritten came to my house were solved.

It only happened for a few weeks, but when it was all over, my daughter felt like she had become just a little sister.