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

Rose tentacles grown from the chest, a restful sleep that never once rested.

Like a princess in a fairy tale, is Fiona's word, but the expression was shooting a target.

He's usually a small maid, but if you keep your eyes shut, he's noticeable enough to call himself the princess of this little country.

For the first time in hundreds of years, I was watching the maid sleep that I had created.

"Chloe is a daughter who will never sleep before the Lord. It's been a long time since I've seen you sleep."

When I say that, I shrug Chloe's silver hair with my hands.

She had smooth, very supple hair.

"Chloe's sleeping face, it's beautiful..."

The dialogue belongs to my daughter. Fiona was also once again staring at an equal presence to her own sister.

"... Chloe, I hope you're feeling better"

Fiona's heart leaks.

I want to do something about the plant that binds Chloe's heart as soon as possible and see Chloe smile. Chloe's made me a cream stew, my daughter moaned.

I'm with that feeling.

Actually, since Chloe lay low, my daughter has been doing everything about the house, including chores and meals.

It was at first that I was thankful that my daughter's handmade dishes could be eaten, but lately I had become more lonely than that joy.

My brain and tongue craved my daughter's cooking, but my memory seems to miss Chloe's cooking more.

After eating the same made dish for hundreds of years, it seems something that makes that feeling creepy on your tongue. I need to do something about this soon, and when I think about a good afterthought, a scream pops into my ear.

"Oh, my God, Dad, it's so hard."

The light voice as if I had rolled that bell belonged to Fiona.

I wonder what happened, turning to my daughter.

Then my daughter had her hands on Chloe's mouth.

My daughter says this when she turns to me.

"Oh, Dad, Chloe's not breathing! K, Chloe, I wonder if he's dead, duh, what shall I do?"

Ugh, wow, he still had a crying look on his face.

I accidentally leak a grin at that appearance.

Because my daughter's half-baked face was so cute.

Has it been since my daughter was younger to see this look?

It could be the look on her face since her daughter's friend (Friend Bear) Yuno's belly was torn and her belly cotton was exposed.

Looking at the look on his face in nostalgia, his daughter has turned a reprehensible gaze.

Why doesn't your father panic about this? He looks like that.

Surely it would be important if you tried it on your daughter.

Not if my daughter thinks I'm a flirtatious sage. I decided to solve my daughter's misunderstanding.

"Fiona, calm down. Chloe's a mechanical doll. You're not breathing."

Having heard the words, Fiona literally lowers her chest.

"Well, you did. Chloe was a machine doll made by your father."

"You're right, the machine doll doesn't breathe."

"Chloe doesn't have to breathe to live."

"Oh, so I can dive to the bottom of the ocean, and even on the tallest mountain on this continent, it's heap"

"Chloe's high performance, isn't she?"

"Chloe would always say. I don't think you should have Chloe with the machine doll there. So it's ok, you give in to the curse of the Snow Witch."

To brave her daughter, to reassure her, to joke and say so, Fiona seems to have regained her normal mind.

My daughter said as she made a smile.

"Right, Chloe's not one of those mechanical dolls. I'm sure you'll be better soon and cook us dinner again."

When her daughter tied it that way, she held Chloe's white hand as she slept.

When I stared silently at her, I went into action to make sure my daughter's prophecy was fulfilled.

If you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be in danger of a hundred battles.

That's the must-have I've made this millennium change.

The point is that when you fight an enemy, gather information in advance and if you lack preparation, your chances of winning jump.

It is a simple and normal course of action, but I cannot put this into practice as much as ordinary people.

How many humans have neglected information, repeated special attacks, and disappeared with the dew of the battlefield. In the past, when I belonged to the Imperial Army and saw many human deaths, I knew that very well.

I don't tread the same way they do.

First, he conducted a thorough intelligence gathering and focused on finding the weaknesses of the Snow Witch.

Veronica, the Imperial Empress I met the other day, also cooperated in gathering information.

While she falsely holds the teaching position of the School of Magic, she was also bringing her own belly-hearted men to look for the internal affair of the Principality of Liengrad.

That's the Empress of a Country, there's no such thing as a gift, or there's no such thing as a drain.

In person,

"Even if I look like this, I have a place in the Imperial Army. Besides, it circles the rank of Major General. It wasn't just about taking my son-in-law."

That said, it seems that the son-in-law hasn't given up yet.

Consideration for my daughter is also indispensable. Hand and souvenir wasn't the only information on the Snow Witch.

When you buy shoe cream from one of the famous confectionery stores in the capital,

"Give this to my future daughter."

And he pushed me.

Oh man, I thought, but this carnelian pavilion shoe cream was my daughter's favorite, and it was easy for me to eat even if I didn't like sweetness, so I honestly gave it to my maid when I received it.

"It's a gift from Her Royal Highness. Tea for the number of people -"

... Regardless, there is no maid to receive that shoe cream.

Instead it was my daughter who received the shoe cream.

My daughter smiles,

"Thank you, Veronica"

And I bowed my head with prickliness.

Veronica is grudgingly dressed when she sees him.

I was wondering if you'd like to go to the bathroom as well, but it doesn't seem so.

"Oh, I want to be the mother of such a lovely daughter and try to be full"

That's how she confessed her mood.

I guided Veronica into the living room when I politely ignored the fact that the future would come true, or that only God knows, but it is a matter that I am not interested in right now.

Upon arrival in the living room, Veronica and I will be alone.

Because Fiona headed to the kitchen to pour tea.

He is a well-made child of my daughter.

I've been helping Chloe with her chores for a long time, and this unforeseen circumstance, because even when the maid is gone, she doesn't put one thing in disarray on her chore tone-deaf father.

Increasingly, I'm spared putting it out to my daughter-in-law, but it's a distant future story to worry about my daughter's marriage problems, and now I have to save my daughter's precious maid.

So I cut an errand before my daughter brought me some tea.

"Do you mind interpreting it as having obtained powerful information about the Snow Queen, as this is how Dr. Veronica, like rationalism, wears a dress, comes to visit?

When asked, Her Royal Highness grinned.

"That's a stupid question, my future son-in-law."

It was a confident grin. I guess the tail was good.

"Nothing. I didn't come to Kate's house for tea."

"So you don't drink tea? The darjeeling my daughter put in is fantastic."

At the same time that I said that, my daughter came to me now and I'm confused.

What should I do, I didn't need Mr. Veronica's share? He had that look on his face.

Veronica hastily denies seeing that look.

"Yes, no, it's a joke. Half of them came for Fiona's tea."

When Veronica fixes it that way, she orders Fiona to have three glasses of sugar in her tea, plus plenty of milk.

Fiona is

"Yes."

and I followed the instructions when I answered with a full grin.

Then he poured me and his share of tea, and he sat beside me.

My daughter also seems to want information about the Snow Witch.

Don't stick your neck in anything more dangerous right now, etc., and don't be as careful as a normal parent.

I asked for information about Her Royal Highness while making a serious look just like my daughter.