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

At about the same time...

Kate and Anastasia were in intense combat.

battlefields where ice cubes like small castles can dance,

The exhaling flames of giant dragons swirl and evaporate the snow around them.

Kite analyzes the situation like other HRs.

"It's like after two great monsters have fought."

Even if it were terrible, it would have been targeted.

The two mighty battles were intense ones that didn't even change the terrain.

Kate mouths sarcasm.

"O Snow Witch. If we stay like this, there will be no more shadows in this fine hall."

"You don't have to worry about what's gonna disappear."

"It won't disappear, it won't, but it's still the kind of thing that pays respect to historical cultural objects and architecture."

That said, he receives Anastasia's unleashed attack magic with defensive magic.

Because if you don't accept it, the splendid fountain sculpture was about to disappear.

"You can afford it."

Anastasia describes it that way, but it was a great misunderstanding.

Kite didn't just cast defensive magic to protect the fountain.

He was attacked by an enemy to execute a certain oddity.

Anastasia's unleashed offensive magic, which had an incredible impact with the magic of a bursting system.

If it hit the human body, the flesh itself would have been dispersed.

It was a blow with that much intent to kill, but Kate decided to use it.

Kite dared not avoid that powerful attack.

The price was huge, consuming large quantities of mana in Kite's body, but in return for it. The dust that spreads at the same time as it undergoes the magic of Anastasia, the soil and debris that surround the kite, strike the universe.

The amount is enormous and the vision around Kite gets extremely poor.

Now you don't know where I am.

A kite with an extra look on her face. But Anastasia doesn't look panicked.

"Indeed."

And I say this with my consent.

"But that's the story of warriors and knights who rely on visual combat. My concubine is a sorcerer. Sorcerers have their magician ways."

That being said, the witch began to concentrate her magic on the palm of her hand.

I feel powerful magic since this battle began.

It feels tingly as if I've applied an acidic liquid to my skin, a feeling I once tasted many times on the battlefield.

It is a feeling of death.

I felt that, Kite.

But I'll take it flat.

I didn't give up. I didn't accept death. Rather, Kate laughs damned.

I've been waiting, and I just decided to take that blow.

Blue and white purple smoke surrounds Anastasia's body.

The mighty magic in your body gathers over your palms.

Unleash it.

The enemy, Kite, was unsightly, but he was definitely in that dust.

Then erase every dust, and that shall be the end.

"I really wanted to capture him alive and hang him for torture..."

Anastasia leaking unfortunately.

"I'm sorry to hear that. How could a thousand years of sage be so strong?"

I was going to capture him alive if I could, make him beg for his life, and then take away Fiona's custody, but that wasn't going to happen.

There is no such thing as love born between humans and homunculus, I wanted to prove it, but there is no other way I can't.

It's not as easy as capturing a powerful man like Kate alive.

The only way to do this is to tilt all the magic and turn it into an extinguishing coal.

When she gave herself an excuse to do so, Anastasia unleashed the magic on her palm.

Extreme magic is unleashed from the white palms of Anastasia.

Radially spreading magic gently envelops the place as it heads straight to where it is winding up dirt and dust.

Soon, the earth and dust disappear, but further dust erupts.

It was like a volcanic eruption.

There are no humans alive after eating this blow.

It is the same with magicians who lived a thousand years.

Anastasia, who thought so, unlocked the magic of "Flight" and stepped down to the earth.

I didn't want to live, but I thought it might be a piece of the body.

I was going to show it to Kate's daughter, whose incarnation I'm about to bring.

If you look at the body of your father, your daughter will give up too.

Or it could go on itself to too many sights to erase my memory.

That will save you time.

That's what I thought, but that became Anastasia's alarm.

The soil smoke that sprays up comes to a paragraph, and the moment your vision opens, the ground that should have shown calm protrudes.

When the hands of a person who could not have been there reached out and let his body out of the ground, he took Anastasia's back in a flowing motion.

The dusty man sticks it under Anastasia's neck when he takes the knife out of his nose. And I said this in a streamlined tone.

"Check it out, Snow Witch."

Of course it was the wise man who lived the millennium that uttered the word.

Anastasia immediately understood. that I got into kite's surgery.

The moment Kate defended Anastasia's first blow, she used the magic of Soil Creation to dive deep into the ground. Anticipating Anastasia tilts all magic and releases a second blow.

Indeed, if you release so many blows, there will also be gaps in just about Anastasia.

Kate was calculating it.

"Quite brilliant."

Anastasia praised him honestly, but he can't stay like this. I immediately tried to get away from his restraint, but Kite wouldn't allow it.

This is what Kate tells you in calm terms.

"After you unleash all that magic, you better not force it. Besides, I don't want to scratch her throat either."

"That's marvellous. But you don't know? My concubine is immortal? So I'm not going to die where they slit my throat."

"This dagger is not just a dagger. This is a special order made by Orihalcon. It engraves many spells on it. It's a spell that seals the magic of what you cut off. No matter how many witches are cut with this, you won't be able to use magic for a while"

"I see, you say you can deal with it as long as you seal the magic."

"Oh, it's a snow witch, so you can ice it and take it straight to the poles and throw it into the crack of the Great Glacier. Or the hand of launching it across the sky and turning it straight into star algae chips."

"A brilliant maneuver against the immortality of my concubine."

"It's hard not to die."

When Kate said so, Anastasia agreed with a bitter face.

"Exactly. But there's only one difficulty in carrying out that operation."

The witch assures you.

The Thousand Years Sage asks.

"Difficult point?

"It's interesting to know if you can take your own daughter hostage and stay calm."

The girl who appears in the magic of "Metastasia," at the same time Anastasia says so.

A girl in a black dress, she looked terribly like Anastasia. For a moment, I got the mistake of being Anastasia's daughter, but apparently not. She's not mad.

Anastasia explains that the girl is her incarnation and at the same time tells her that she is holding Fiona hostage.

Kate made an immediate stop without getting lost.

"Okay, then it's a hostage exchange. I'll let you go unharmed. You free Fiona. Give-and-Take, Fifty Fifty, Equivalent Exchange."

The witch smiled lightly.

"Is it good? The magic of my concubine has already been restored. The moment we swap hostages, we'll dust you."

It's a noisy confession, but it still doesn't change the answer.

"It would be a cheap purchase if I could get my daughter back. I mean, it's not even an equivalent exchange. It's like buying gold in stone. That's how precious Fiona is to me."

…………

Anastasia who hears the words and puts her chest to rest.

The ploy eventually escalates into a willingness to kill.

Again, this man shouldn't be kept alive.

I thought so. Anastasia made up her mind.

I order my incarnation to free Fiona.

The incarnation, Anastasia Jr., raised his dissatisfaction, but loosened his cheek when he noticed Anastasia's intention to kill him.

"I see. Killing your father in front of you."

Convinced, Anastasia Jr. freed Fiona.

Fiona comes to Kate for a small run.

It pops into its chest.

I was scared, it was hard, I didn't say anything like that, it was just purely wrapped in my father's arms.

Seeing the appearance, Anastasia furrowed her emotions even more.

Or maybe at that moment I realized that the emotion that was sprouting in me was' jealousy '.

Three hundred years ago, I may have compared Kate to my father, who used me as an experimental tool.

So maybe if you put kite in front of you, your chest will bother you.

"Oh, what an angry father and daughter."

Anastasia thinks when she sees her father and daughter who love each other.

I don't need it, a father and a daughter like this must not exist in this world.

If you tolerate two beings, the very existence of Anastasia becomes meaningless.

Three hundred years ago, dedicating this self for my father turns out to be hilarious and stupid.

I was so sure.

So don't let these two stay together.

I thought so.

Anastasia can focus on her belly, Tanda.

Send your magic into the palm of your hand.

I was going to unleash a blow on Kite that I couldn't compare to the one I unleashed earlier, no, on this father and daughter.

Anastasia is no longer sane.

It didn't matter what the original purpose was, Fiona's captivity, etc.

I just want to prove it.

There has to be love in this world.

Love and other things do not arise between Homunculus, the artificial life form, and man.

No, there has to be love or something in the first place.

If I couldn't prove it, I felt like I would taste more painful than the pain I had experienced over the last 300 years.

That's all I want to avoid.

I didn't want to feel any more painful than getting a heartbeat from my real father.

Meanwhile, Kite, the wise man who lived a thousand years, noticed the transformation of Anastasia.

He suspected that the intent to kill, which had been directed against him, had become more colorful with a group, and that the intent to kill was also directed against his daughter.

Kate leaves her daughter, who was remnantly embracing her.

Fiona has asked with a worrying look.

"... father"

To dispel her daughter's worries, Kate gently touches Fiona's head.

Fiona with her masculine, fatherly hands on top of her head.

Somehow that alone dispels the anxiety that was sprouting in my mind.

The snow witch lost her sanity and wasn't even a little horrified when she was about to unleash a great deal of magic on this one.

If it's my father, if it's Kite, he'll always save himself.

Yeah, it saves me as well as myself, this poor witch in front of me.

Fiona believed that and didn't doubt it.

Kate began her magical chant when she took her hand off her daughter's blonde hair to meet her daughter's expectations.

I started chanting the same spell as Anastasia.

Usually, if the same spell is unleashed, the power can vary depending on the magic of the user.

If you have powerful magic, you can unleash more powerful magic.

The difference between Kite and Anastasia's magic power is historical.

Kite would be better off if he had 5, no, 4 if he had Anastasia as 10.

In other words, the total amount of magic alone is double the strength difference.

Plus the Snow Witch has an advantage called Immortal Body.

If you fought normally, you have no chance of winning.

But I didn't expose myself to the intention of losing to Kite or anything.

It didn't matter, such as the magic difference that was more than double.

Fact is, Kite is Anastasia's unleashed curse magic,

"The Dawn of Darkness"

bounced back easily.

Confidence unleashed the same curseless magic, banging each other's magic, erasing Anastasia's unleashed magic, and successfully banging Kate's magic into Anastasia.

The moment we ate Kite's attack, Anastasia...

"Why?"

And I snapped.

I wonder why your attack, inferior to magic, leads to my concubine.

Later, I was asked a similar question by my own master.

"How could you beat someone more powerful than yourself?"

- and.

It was difficult to put that answer into words, but I can explain in a nutshell why Anastasia lost.

Snow Witch Anastasia made only one major failure.

The moment Kate was convinced of her victory, she snapped like this.

"There's only one cause of your loss: you tried to get your hands on my daughter. It's just that."

Love solves everything, and so on, but the wise man who lived a thousand years ago, the father of Fiona, the cutest daughter in the world, multiplies her power when she observes the crisis of her daughter.

It was an unscientific and unwitting explanation, but the Thousand Years Sage Kate succeeded in protecting her daughter.

That was the only fact that could not be overridden.