"Lord Kite will guard Fiona at the academy and at home, and I will use the ones under my command to explore the trends of the Snow Witch"
And, when Veronica declared, she left our home and went back to her home.
Drop off Veronica's carriage to the end with Fiona.
Fiona was waving her right hand until the carriage disappeared completely out of sight.
Veronica was staring at us from the carriage window to the end, too.
Something seems to be crushing, but as far as the movement of its lips is concerned,
"You'd be happy to be the mother of such a pretty daughter..."
And I could read it.
I can't be a mother forever, so I don't know if that assessment is appropriate, but Fiona's position as a father was the happiest in the world.
I'll keep an eye on my daughter's right hand to protect that position.
There was a suspicious ring worn there as if it had been made of ice.
"We have to analyze it first."
To put it that way, I just put it into practice.
Take my daughter to the lab.
Ring worn on Fiona's right hand.
This was earlier worn by the snow witch Anastasia.
You can't insist that it's just an ornament, -.
I feel magic from this ring, and the sender is the Great Sage.
The one who breaks this is just a ring is just an asshole.
I'm not an asshole, so I decided to look into the ring as soon as possible.
Attempt to de-curse first.
I swept away the magic granted to this ring and stepped on it that if it was just an accessory, it could be removed and destroyed.
It was a natural course of action.
When I chant the spell in my mind,
"Uncurse."
magic.
The blue-white ring shines more blue-white.
- but there was no sign that the magic would be lifted.
I was dismayed, but Fiona looked happy at the sight without being discouraged.
Ask why.
"Because the colors of this ring and your father's magic mix together and it's so beautiful. It's like some kind of midwinter fireworks."
It is a poetic word.
My daughter is not a magician and may be suitable for writers or poets alike.
If you become a writer, you must possess enough literature to become a Grand Prix, or a poet, you can become a laurel poet.
I thought so, but I don't say it.
Chloe brought a big hand axe instead.
"... what are you going to use it for?
I thought, "If magic doesn't work, it's physics."
"You're a cheap maid."
I keep saying that.
"No, no, no. What if you're crazy at hand and Fiona's hurt?"
"Chloe's salary isn't even a minute crazy. Brilliant, just let the ring hit you and show you."
And I say great, but still dismissed.
"I don't know what curse is hanging on this ring. First we have to analyze the curse that's been granted."
I assure you, I put my daughter's hand in an experimental appliance.
It is a state-of-the-art instrument.
When I bought it, Chloe told me a small novel, but I'm glad I bought it.
Fiona is probably waiting.
He was like a frightened child by rough treatment, but he couldn't help it. The alchemist's experimental instruments are not much different from torture instruments and cult sacrifice tools from the edge.
It was no choice but to frighten my daughter.
It's just that you still have full confidence in me, I guess. He was a puffy trembler and a grownup.
When I stroked my daughter's head, "You're great," I continued the experiment.
A special liquid filled inside an experimental instrument.
Use expensive secret or psychotropic medicines at all costs. A liquid that mixes the water gushing from the fountain of Mount White Dragon with the tears of a noble elf. When you hit an item that grants magic to this, you can see the approximate composition material and the type of magic that is granted.
It was quite a convenient drug.
"So what is the curse hanging on this ring?
When the clear liquid in the appliance discolored like a litmus test strip, Chloe called out the most in the opening.
It's a scratchy maid, but I don't even know what it feels like.
Plus my daughter stares worried, so I decided to pass on the test results to them quickly and accurately.
"This ring is a legacy of ancient magical civilization. Five thousand years ago with age measurements."
Five thousand years ago.
Fiona is surprised.
You're five times older than your father.
"Right. It's just not that valuable. Well, if you go to a specialty store in Teito, you can buy it for 100 pieces of gold."
"I think it's cheap. I'd like to say something to your sense of money."
"It's only cheap as a legacy of ancient civilization, I'm just saying. It's what the ancients usually wore, and it was mass-produced at the time."
"But you're beautiful. The ancients were fashionable."
and Fiona reputes it when she sees the brilliant ring.
"Sort of. You can keep it with you as long as you break the curse..."
But... and I go on.
"It's not that ring that's the problem, it's the curse hanging on it."
"Is it a powerful curse?
Chloe says with a strange face.
Fiona also has a serious look.
After all, you will be concerned about the type of curse hanged by the witch.
I said it just to ease their nervousness.
"No, that's not it at all"
"Huh? Isn't that a powerful curse?
Is it the cursed daughter who is most pompous? It may indeed be the result of the fact that the person of the moment is most likely to be provoked.
"But your father couldn't curse you, could he?
"Yes. If the curse that the sage of a thousand years cannot curse is not powerful, what is it that is powerful?"
They ask, but they also explain it.
"No, the impossibility you can't remove is more powerful, but you can't see the curse of the heart itself,"
"Is that possible?
"It's here."
"I guess that doesn't mean you missed it."
I guess he's buying me my arm as a wise man.
I live up to Chloe's expectations.
"I have not studied curses as chronically as I have, which lead to all the curses in the world, but I have been immersed in various sorceries for the past thousand years. Some of them are curse items."
So punctuate the words.
"Cursed items also have a basically symbolic connotation. By equipping the opponent with it, the Spellman will always see you, or he will not escape the curse, and he will hunt you down mentally."
"Sure, if you just hang the curse, you can put it directly on yourself."
"It's better that way. Besides, the item of curse becomes a bottleneck in itself. If you destroy it, you can break the curse itself."
"So Anastasia, the Snow Witch, is doing unreasonable things."
Chloe sums it up.
"It could indeed be. This ring is incredibly beautiful to be cursed..."
Fiona stares at the ring attached to her finger.
I put my hands on Fiona's eyes.
Because I knew the curse was faint, but I didn't think my daughter would be attracted to the curse item.
…………
My daughter shuts up and responds to blindfolding, but now what is it?
If we keep researching this, we'll be able to disarm the ring. Until then I have to give school a break, but that's not a problem. I can't play a serious teacher or anything right now, and I'm not willing to.
My daughter is the best at the root of my behavior.
Then I should shut up and keep going into research, but it doesn't fall to me.
"You care too much for a woman with a witch's name alongside her master to set it up."
Blur, and leak the truth.
Snow Witch Anastasia.
He is a sorcerer who can be counted as one of the six best witches alongside my master, the bloody witch Iris Seymour.
Its age is unknown.
He says he is a court magician of the great northern powers, but seldom shows himself to the public and is hiding.
Master Yikes, for hundreds of years in office as a great sage, he attends despite a meeting of sages, but he only counts that he saw a witch named Anastasia.
"Well, you're not a scratchy bitch."
is the master's general review, but his strength is also at a glance.
"If you fight one-on-one, I might be the one to turn up the sound first. - I'm the last one to win."
I'm going to be a master and say that much, so I'm pretty sure I'm pretty good at it.
Can such a witch and I fight each other?
You can protect your daughter and cut her off?
Suddenly I get anxious.
But you have to fight whatever strong enemy your opponent is.
That was the responsibility of the man who became the father of one child, and the duty of the man who gave him the cutest daughter in the world.
It is the father's honorable right to protect his daughter and to live a happy life.
I tried to conquer that right.
First, unblindfold my daughter.
Rubbing her daughter's head remnantly, she gives Chloe her gaze.
She must have noticed my approach, too.
Moreover, he seems to be in full agreement with the strategy. This is how I ask.
"Dear Sir, you are calling Seymour from Teito."
"Oh, you fight witches who are reputed alongside their masters. That much reinforcement will be needed."
"It's a more comforting reinforcement than the Knights."
"I guess three knights in this case. Not every once in a while."
"Right. Just now, let the user demon hold the letter?
"Right, get ready. I want to contact you as soon as possible, so I can use the eagle and tell the devil..."
I couldn't keep my word until the end because a faithful maid dressed in maid clothes collapsed on the spot.
I support her in a hurry.
"Oh, Father, Chloe's down!
My daughter pales her face. There was so much more grief than when the curse turned out to be hanging on me.
That's not how Chloe looked as usual.
It is not frozen (freeze) due to emotional circuit runoff.
I could immediately see how my daughter was doing and how Chloe was doing, on both sides.
From Chloe's body, its center, or heart, tentacles are stretched out, if you look at it.
- No, it's not tentacles, it's like a plant snail, it's also terribly similar to a rose snail.
It began to come together to self-bind her body as she continued to gain momentum from Chloe's chest.
Seeing that, I became blind to my own observation.
(- Was the aim of the last raid not Fiona, but Chloe)
Snow Witch Anastasia appeared before the Adventurer Alliance.
At first, I thought you showed up to figure out where Fiona was, but you didn't.
No, I guess the ultimate goal is in Fiona's shape, but the Snow Witch struck a cloth stone before that.
I decided to stop the witch from intervening.
A plant gushing out of Chloe's body, it was not only taking Chloe's consciousness away, it was also threatening Chloe's life.
Let the maid wear only and check the inside of her body.
There was a twat tangled in "The Sage's Stone Mockingjay" and "Thought Circuit," which could be considered the lifeline of a mechanical girl if seen. I can easily imagine that thorn destroying her heart area if I tease her with consideration and try to force her off.
Which means Chloe's life was taken hostage.
Fiona's curse ring is faux, or yang, which means this is her destiny.
I have something that will linguize that.
- Is it something, exactly?
When the ring put on Fiona's finger glowed blue and white, she sent me this audio.
"I'm listening to this message, which means that my curly seeds germinated beautifully."
Afterwards, I felt like I heard a chilling voice.
Can you afford the absolutely strong, or did you not suspect from the start that this measure would work?
Anyway, Anastasia continued the conversation in a range that also sounded cold.
"Though I'm sure you'd be a thousand years sage, I'll put it into words. First of all, this ring fitted to Fiona, but it's not heavily cursed. Only the Audio Record is available for the magic that is granted. I mean, don't worry, if I tell you this message, it's a decaying trick."
"I appreciate that."
It's not supposed to arrive, but Anastasia's voice goes on when she leaks such irony.
"I know you'll understand, but my concubine is in charge of the murder of your precious maid. The concubine (I) will do two favors from now on, so abide by them. Then I'll remove the seeds embedded in that maid's body."
Anastasia went on like this when she put a breath there.
"One thing is never to tell a bloody witch, that is, your master, about the existence of a concubine (me), this series of disturbances. The moment that witch confirms that she has appeared in this capital, your precious maid will be the remains of an unspeakable doll."
…………
Me and my daughter stare at Chloe in silence.
I would never let you imitate that. That's what my father and daughter's eyes said.
"Second wish. It's all about the artificial life form next to you (homunculus), Fiona. No, you're parents and children, to be exact. If I may say so alone, my concubine wants you fathers and daughters. Therefor thou art a disciple of the concubine. I want Fiona, her daughter, to be my concubine."
Anastasia closed like this at the end when she put it between again.
"That is the wish of my concubine. Simple, isn't it?
As that audio message plays, the ring worn on my daughter's finger decays.
The ashed ring spreads to the ground sarcastically, drawing something like a pattern.
My anxious daughter grabs my robe sleeve.
When I held my daughter's hand, I held her hand until that ash flowed down.
After a few minutes, ash creates a pattern of familiar shapes.
"Father, what is this..."
My daughter points me out instantly. Under these circumstances, and I didn't know you'd notice in this short time, that's my daughter. Its brilliance was worthy of praise.
"Oh, this is a map of this leangrad"
"Right, I learned it in your father's class the other day"
When Fiona says so, she roughly points to one place on the ash picture map.
That's all there was left of the crushed gemstone part of the ring, and it was blue and white and glowing.
I wonder if Mr. Anastasia is telling us to come here.
I laughed a little bitterly at my daughter, who would also '' attach it to the witch who is the enemy, but she is like a daughter.
"Oh, probably, no, I'm pretty sure you are,"
"If we go there, Chloe can help us..."
"If the Snow Witch keeps her promise,"
"I need you to protect me. Otherwise I'll never see Chloe again. So I want to go here. I want to go here and convince Mr. Anastasia. I don't care what happens to me, Chloe says," Please help me. "
"... I thought you'd say that."
But I didn't complain or complain any more.
This is still my father. Fiona's answers, actions, etc. were very promising.
After familiarizing myself with Fiona's personality, I decided to take certain measures.
I said this when I gently stroked Fiona's head.
"Now, I need to get paid for turning a thousand years of sage and his daughter, the White Virgin, against my enemies."
"White Virgin?
My daughter inquires back with a strange face.
"In the future, you will be nicknamed by the world. A perfect name for a wizard as clean and righteous as Fiona."
When I wink lightly, my daughter dyes her cheeks a little,
"... your father exaggerates."
And he commented.