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

A fierce struggle going on separating cracks, Fiona had no choice but to sideline it.

There was no such thing as jumping over this big crack in Fiona today.

Besides, now Fiona was confronted with the recalled ghost of the Snow Witch.

I am concerned about his father's disadvantage, but now what Fiona has to do was deal with this ghost.

Fiona turns consciousness from father and witch to ghost.

Girl in front of me, about a few meters away.

A blue-white ghost-like being with no entity.

Obviously I could deduce that it was an immortal, or a magical creature, but soon I got a view of who it was.

The girl in front of me looked just like Fiona.

Fiona speaks to the ghost and thoughtful girl.

"... who you are, Mr. Anastasia, right?

It was His Royal Highness who was beside him, not the girl of the day, who reacted to the words.

"What are you talking about, Fiona? The witch Anastasia is fighting your father on the other shore."

Veronica looks and confirms. Fiona makes it too, but shakes her neck lightly to the side.

"Probably, but this girl is Anastasia, 300 years ago"

"Anastasia 300 years ago!?

Veronica stares at the blue and white girl to make sure she turns around.

Observing the girl for a while, Veronica shrugged.

"Uhm, there's a shadow of Anastasia indeed"

"Right. Sense magic to it. Of course, it's not far from Anastasia over there, but the magic fluctuations are still very similar."

"My concubine is a magic swordsman, she doesn't like the sensation of her hands. But you're probably right. This girl is 300 years old, Anastasia herself."

Totally, he has a ruthless, cruel look, even going back about 300 years, leaks irony.

Is it because Fiona and Veronica felt who they were, or were they not going to hide it more than they originally did, 300 years ago Anastasia -, Jr. Anastasia, smiling, has greeted her as she lifted the hem of her skirt.

"Good day, daughter of a thousand years sage and empire princess. I am your counterpart, Anastasia."

Ugh, and smile like a mischievous girl.

Then she declares ruthlessly.

"From now on I will spill you. But don't worry, I won't take it to my life."

"That's kind of you."

Veronica says.

"I disagreed. But here's what I'm saying in the future. Fiona needs a clean cut off from her father."

"Your father doesn't give a shit!

"Oh, I guess so."

"Lord Kite is a fine man."

Veronica also defends me.

"I don't think so, but differences of opinion are hard to bridge."

Anastasia Jr. smiles lusciously.

"Then we have to work harder to bridge our differences."

The girl who declared so went on like this.

"From now on I will spill you, and then I will take you to the other shore. So I ask the Wise Man for a thousand years. If you beg for your life here and declare that you will let go of your daughter, I will let you go safely."

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"What happens if you refuse?

Veronica speaks instead the words that Fiona wants to ask but was not asked.

Anastasia Jr. answers the question.

Gracefully, cruelly, as if to pull off the wings of butterflies dancing in the garden.

"In that case, just cut off one finger at a time. Now, how many fingers does Sage Kate let go of custody of her daughter?

When she utters that word, the girl's eyes creepily shake.

The colour of its eyes was ominous as if to divine the future ahead.

In fact, Veronica, a leading magic swordsman, was stripped of consciousness a few minutes later and fell to the ground.

Fiona fought hard but it was empty.

Fiona, a few steps below Veronica in strength, was able to fight well because of the childish naiveté of Anastasia Jr.

If Anastasia Jr. had been serious, Fiona would have been defeated without blinking.

That was about the difference between the two strengths.